A meeting by chance PV Lennox Closed

Thinking about the professors Alexander spoke again. "Ï thinks my favorite professor is professor Lian. She has a very nice brand of sarcasm and has good commentary about homework. " He then listened to what Lennox herself had to say about transfiguration.

Then he spoke up. "I can understand why it could be hard. It involves a lot of science talk and such. Specifically about atoms and such. " He then seemed to consider Lennox's offer and then responded enthusiastically.

"Sure, of course, I will to that. Though in return if I have questions about other subjects then you will help me with things like Herbology." Alexander then finished writing a few things in his notes and spoke once more.

"Alright so that's herbology dealt with." He then looked at Lennox and said. "Well that's homework for today dealt with. Now to go back to the common room for some rest."

He seemed to think for a moment. "If you want to hang out some other time shall we send an owl to each other? I don't have one for myself but I can use one of the school ones. Is that alright for you?" Alexander said, involuntarily letting out a yawn. His eyes going a little low as well. He looked as if he was quite tired.

Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull
A meeting by chance PV Lennox Closed
The deal was quite fair, Lennox thought with a grin. She was okay with many of her subjects, and Transfiguration wasn't even necessarily horrible, but it wasn't where she'd like to be. "It's a deal," The young girl nodded, closing up her Herbology book.

"Yeah, I always get confused by the atoms, or how realistically the science fits in. But it will come in time, I guess," She shrugged, putting her belongings back into her bag, nodding in agreement. Rest was definitely on her mind, as she knew that she had much more work to do for other subjects as well, but wanted a break before she dove back in.

After seemingly contemplating Alexander's remark about them owling to meet again, Lennox spoke with a light excitement, "Definitely! I'd have to use a school owl as well, but that sounds like a good plan." The girl then rose from her seat, slinging her bag across her shoulder as she looked towards the door, then back at Alexander. "It was nice meeting you, I guess I'll see you around then?" The young girl let her words trail off into a question, making sure he did, in fact, want to meet once more.

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A meeting by chance PV Lennox Closed
Alexander slowly nodded as he heard Lennox speak about transfiguration. "Yeah I understand, it can get quite complicated." He then attentively listened to Lennox and felt a small smile creep up his face.

As he felt the Ravenclaw's girl question trail off he quickly responded in a satisfied and helpful voice. "It was nice meeting you. And we'll certainly see each other again. I'll just send an owl sometimes and then we can hang out. Help each other with homework, just talk in general. All that kind of stuff." Alexander said with a smile. Then involuntarily he let out a yawn and said now with a sleepy voice."I guess I should get back to my dorm. It's getting pretty late. Till next time !"
He finished with a wave and an enthusiastic tone.

Then Alexander walked off, books and notes in hand.

After he walked further down and was sure no one could see him Alexander leaned against the wall and thought to himself. Had he really just made a friend? Someone he could talk to at Hogwarts with all this new magic and such. Maybe he had, maybe he had. He certainly hoped so.

Then Alexander let out a sigh of relief he had not been realizing he had been holding. Now Alexander wondered 'Now what kind of things do friends do in a magical school ?'
This thought was followed by a shrug.
Guess he'd find out.

Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull