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@Corrine Aelina
Date: September, 9th
Time: Afternoon
Paul came to the Study Room before Corrine, because one was better safe than sorry. He chose a desk to sit at near the window, which he reached for . On his back, there was his backpack, which there was his football in. He was dressed in his football shorts and high, purple socks. He had one of his team sweatshirts, a logo of Edinburgh Earthquakes right on the left side of his chest, above his heart. Underneath it, he was wearing a regular, black sports T-shirt with short sleeves. On his feet, there were trainers.
It was clear, not only out of his outfit, but also out of the rosy colour of his cheeks, and perhaps, his soaking wet fringe and hair on his temples, that he came right after a football game.
He opened his backpack, pulling out the letter he had prepared during the lunch break. The recipient was his parents. He wrote the text the best he could. No scribbling applied to it, he even was imagining some of the more difficult words letter by letter, as the teachers at his Muggle school advised to him. Shortly, he did everything in his powers to make the letter of as high quality as possible.
He sat onto a chair right next to the window, breathing in and breathing out, in order to calm down a little. The thought of his team winning the football game, brought a smile onto his face, even though they received three goals. The team they played against received even more.
He grabbed the shirt on his chest, pulling it forward and then pushing it back. This motion, he repeated several times, probably trying to cool down a little more. He would surely have repeated it many more times, had the girl not appeared soon.
"Hello there." Did he greet her, excited to see her. "You came... cool! Hope you didn't have any trouble to find this place? It's a little... hidden behind the corner."
He paused for a few secs, gesturing to the chair opposite to him.
"Anyway, thanks again for taking a look at it. It... it really means a lot to me." He blushed after that, rather bowing down to his backpack, so that she wouldn't see his blush, and pulling the plastic box with his grandma's cookies out of it. "There. Please, feel free to have some."
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OOC: This post was changed for we needed to polish the date a little.
Last edited by Paul Turner on 5 Apr 2026, 21:29, edited 1 time in total.
Y1 Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Y2 Stamina: 6| Wisdom: 9| Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 8 | Accuracy: 8
Abilities: Evasive Maneuver, Statistically relevant
Proofreading
Location: Study Room, Second Floor
Tag: PV @Paul Turner
Date: September 16th, 2025
Time: Afternoon
As Corrine walks to the study room, she couldn’t help but worry. What if Paul had been joking and he didn’t actually need help? But if he was serious, what if there’s too many people in the study room and she gets too anxious to stay? What if she couldn’t find him in the room?!
The girl fidgets with her green cardigan as she enters the room, looking around.. and immediately spotting Paul even among the other students that are in the room. How?
Well, he’s the only one wearing sports attire, for one. They’re purple, Corrine thinks in amusement to herself. She waves at him with a smile as she approaches, now seeing the sweat that dotted his face. No doubt he’s been getting a good amount of exercise in. Maybe some kind of sport.
Coming to a stop in front of him, Corrine wordlessly reaches into her messenger bag, bringing out an elegant-looking handkerchief, faintly smelling of her typical vanilla perfume. “It seems like you’ve been busy,” the girl chuckles. “And no worries.. I didn’t find much trouble getting here. It helps to know where all the library-esque areas are for studying.”
She sits on the chair opposite to his, placing her bag to the side of the table. The girl averts her eyes, embarrassed. “Please don’t thank me yet, I haven’t even started helping out.”
Upon the offering of cookies, she perks up, her eyes sparkling.
Clearly, Corrine likes baked goods. Perhaps a bit of a sweet tooth, even.
"In every life, through every door. . . I hope to meet y0u again."
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Paul's face has dried, however, his hair is still giving him out. As Cor mentions him being busy, he nods his head eagerly. Well, he was watching her when she pulled the handkerchief out of her bag already, smelling the same smell he smelled back in the Owlery. It was nice and here, where there was no birds' poop all over the floor, it stood out of other, less likeable smells.
"Been playing football all afternoon! It was great. You're welcome to join next time we're playing." Said the boy quickly, pointing at the handkerchief which, apparently, kept dragging his attention. "Can I use the handkerchief?"
He realized then that he might have come to a state where he smelled.
"Wait, do I smell?" He could probably use a bit of fresh smell. Especially after football. He got the greatest idea to find out whether he smelled too bad or just regular, teenager bad, putting up his arm and smelling his armpit. He came up with a verdict then: "It's not that bad, I think... but I could still use your handkerchief."
Reaching for it, he first used it to wipe his forehead, then his cheeks. He then folded it nicely, laying it on the desk between them.
He listened to her, as she told him she had no trouble getting to the Study Room. "Good. I figured you'd know about it. You, blue guys, tend to know everything."
He smirked, drumming his right foot against the floor. Meanwhile, he opened the box with the cookies, taking it and putting it up, to directly offer one to Corrine. "I think you'll need much more sugar than this to withstand my writing." With that, he slid the letter to her across the table. Fortunately, it was short.
He gave her time to read it, waiting patiently. He folded his arms on the table and leaned his chin on them, watching her reactions intently.
"So? Is it bad bad, good bad or just bad?"
"Been playing football all afternoon! It was great. You're welcome to join next time we're playing." Said the boy quickly, pointing at the handkerchief which, apparently, kept dragging his attention. "Can I use the handkerchief?"
He realized then that he might have come to a state where he smelled.
"Wait, do I smell?" He could probably use a bit of fresh smell. Especially after football. He got the greatest idea to find out whether he smelled too bad or just regular, teenager bad, putting up his arm and smelling his armpit. He came up with a verdict then: "It's not that bad, I think... but I could still use your handkerchief."
Reaching for it, he first used it to wipe his forehead, then his cheeks. He then folded it nicely, laying it on the desk between them.
He listened to her, as she told him she had no trouble getting to the Study Room. "Good. I figured you'd know about it. You, blue guys, tend to know everything."
He smirked, drumming his right foot against the floor. Meanwhile, he opened the box with the cookies, taking it and putting it up, to directly offer one to Corrine. "I think you'll need much more sugar than this to withstand my writing." With that, he slid the letter to her across the table. Fortunately, it was short.
Hi mum and dad,
I'm just wrting writing to let you know I'm fine.
Receved the galloens you sent to me. Thanks a lot. A guy is selling some prank stuff around here, so I'll bui somaethink. Don't worry. Won't get in trouble.
Dad, you asked me how I was spendin my dyas. School, lunch, more school, and in the afternoon, we usaully play football with some chaps from ohter houses.
Mom, don't worry. I study, not hard and not often, but I do sometimes. And I'm triygn to hand my homework on time, but smoetmies sometimes, I just can't.
Esme, magic is great! All the spells we laern and potoisn... you will love it! Now I know how to knock someone back with a spell. Just a warning, so that you don't drae touch my football torphis.
Well, I've gotta go now.
Take care!
Paul
He gave her time to read it, waiting patiently. He folded his arms on the table and leaned his chin on them, watching her reactions intently.
"So? Is it bad bad, good bad or just bad?"
Y1 Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Y2 Stamina: 6| Wisdom: 9| Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 8 | Accuracy: 8
Abilities: Evasive Maneuver, Statistically relevant
Proofreading
Location: Study Room, Second Floor
Tag: PV @Paul Turner
Date: September 16th, 2025
Time: Afternoon
When Paul jokingly offers to let her join in on the football action, Corrine flushes and shakes her head. “No, thank you.. I think I’d die. I barely have any stamina, much less any capability to run or play football.” She says honestly, albeit in an embarrassed manner. She waves her head, motioning that the boy is free to use her handkerchief.
“Wait, do I smell?” The boy asks innocently.. only to then smell himself in a very obvious manner. Amused, Corrine could only shake her head. Only Paul could think of doing it so inconspicuously like that, she can’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think you smell,” she reassures. “Not in a way that’s bad, anyway.”
Alexander then proceeds to use the handkerchief on his forehead, followed shortly by a swipe to his cheeks. After he’s done, the boy folds it up quite nicely, placing them close to Corrine.
She nods in thanks, gingerly taking the handkerchief and tucking it away in her bag, not at all disgusted by the sweat on the fabric. It’s only normal, after all. Who was she to judge when she was the one who offered?
“I figured you’d know about it. You, blue guys, tend to know everything.” Alexander says with a smirk, amused. Corrine shakes her head lightheartedly, sighing. “Not everything,” she chides gently. Her cheeks flush though, and she averts her eyes. “..And besides, there’s nothing wrong with being a nerd,” she mumbles, slightly pouty about the teasing.
She does perk up, however, after being offered a cookie. Her eyes sparkle and she gingerly takes the one that had been offered to her. “Thank you!” She can’t help but beam in glee, always happy to receive baked goods.
When the boy slid over the letter, it took less than a minute for Corrine to read over everything. The boy’s handwriting is messy, but not illegible; she could see the mistakes of where he had struggled, but honestly, it isn’t horrible.. and certainly not unsalvageable.
“None of those,” Corrine smiles. “You did good. It’s just a little bit here and there that needs some help.” She leans in closer to his side of the table, using her pointer finger to point at where there had been some small errors. “Galleons has the ‘e’ before the ‘o’, buy is spelled with a ‘y’ instead of a ‘i’, you flipped the letters slightly on days—”
After pointing out the miniature mistakes that had been made, Corrine leans back, nibbling on the cookie in content. I love food, she hums as she swallows happily.
"In every life, through every door. . . I hope to meet y0u again."
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"Well, you don't have to play, ya know." He shrugged to react to her suggestion. "I mean, the other teams could use some cheering. Guys from wizarding families really suck at playing football." Hope they're better at cricket. He sighed dramatically, the corners of his lips twitching. It was a joke, of course. They had a lot of fun while playing with his classmates.“No, thank you.. I think I’d die. I barely have any stamina, much less any capability to run or play football.”
"So... are you a member of any of the school clubs?" Asked the boy curiously.
After Corrine reassured him he didn't smell bad, he watched her moves. As she took the handkerchief, whose smell was slowly becoming his favourite, and put it away. Well, it didn't occur to Paul either that it probably absorbed his sweat and that it was actually disgusting.“I don’t think you smell,” she reassures. “Not in a way that’s bad, anyway.”
He nodded after the reassurance that he didn't smell bad. He knew he could be three days without having a shower, and people wouldn't notice because he wouldn't smell. After that period of time, it usually got worse...
Paul wasn't really one to care about what people thought about him. He was very spontaneous in fact, acting based on his emotions and sometimes even irrational thoughts rather than clean, prethought thoughts. Hence, he would often get in trouble, back at Muggle school.
“Not everything,” she chides gently. Her cheeks flush though, and she averts her eyes. “..And besides, there’s nothing wrong with being a nerd,” she mumbles, slightly pouty about the teasing.
"Of course not. If you knew everything, everyone would want to kidnap you, 'cause they'd want to use your knowledge to conquer the world!" Said the boy, adding his own explanation. "But still, you know way more on average than the other houses. Which makes you the smartest group in the castle."
He lets out a dark chuckle, as Cor comments on his writing, sighing. "Thanks for being so nice. But I know it's a mess." He then took his quill, whose tip he dipped in ink, making an arc with an arrow on each top over or under the letters that needed to be swapped.
He fixed all the mistakes that Cor pointed out, then looked up at her, to make sure it was all. "Nothing else? Is that it?"
He was so tense that he couldn't even take a biscuit. He was watching her, wide-eyed and nervous.
Y1 Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Y2 Stamina: 6| Wisdom: 9| Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 8 | Accuracy: 8
Abilities: Evasive Maneuver, Statistically relevant
Proofreading
Location: Study Room, Second Floor
Tag: PV @Paul Turner
Date: September 16th, 2025
Time: Afternoon
Corrine hums as she tries to wipe the crumbs on her cheek from the cookie, missing slightly but not noticing. “Well, I suppose if I don’t have to play, I don’t mind coming to watch at least..” She trails off. “But I don’t know about cheering. Doesn’t that require shouting.. and you know, drawing attention to yourself?”
At the thought of that, she feels a small wave of uneasiness wash over her. “I don’t think I can handle cheering like that, but if you’re inviting me to come watch, I’ll come at least once.”
When the boy asks if she’s joined any clubs, she shakes her head, embarrassed. “..Not yet. I’ve been looking around to see if there was a club that caught my eye, and there’s apparently an art club here, but I’ve been too shy to approach them and apply.” She shrugs, averting her eyes as if it’s no big deal.
“And before you say anything,” Corrine says, amused, “I didn’t find any nerdy clubs I liked either. Book clubs usually mean I have to read what they want, which I usually wouldn’t mind.. but then I’d have to talk about the book I read about to people who don’t know me, and that’s no good.”
She leans over again, underlining the last few words that needed correction. “It’s not just me being nice,” she says in a soothing manner. “I promise you actually did good. These are the last few things, and even then they’re pretty minor.”
"In every life, through every door. . . I hope to meet y0u again."
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"Yes!" Exclaimed the boy after Corrine mentioned she could come. His mouth was full of the cookie he'd been trying to consume, so the S in his yes might have been closer to an F.
"Uh.... I guess it does?" Did he answer, unsure. Shaking his head, he added: "You don't have to cheer, if you don't want to. I just... I dunno, I thought it would be nice to have a friend there for support, that's all."
Paul then noticed that some of the chocolate from the cookie she was eating was still on her face, and now it made a tiny spot near her lower lip. Seeing as she was trying to clean the area, Paul figured it would fo no harm to tell you about the chocolate too. "Don't get offended, but there's a bit of chocolate still.." He showed it on his own face, watching her possible attempts to fix it.
He paused for a second then, apparently thinking about some example. "Hey, why not take it as.... hm, a regular match on the way to the finale? You just have to pass it to get the medal." Football terminology always worked for this guy. His brain somewhat naturally came up with football comparisons, to, perhaps, help him understand the world.
"Well, one way or another, good luck with both the art club and the book club, if you choose to join." Uttered the boy, supportive.
. “But I don’t know about cheering. Doesn’t that require shouting.. and you know, drawing attention to yourself?”
"Uh.... I guess it does?" Did he answer, unsure. Shaking his head, he added: "You don't have to cheer, if you don't want to. I just... I dunno, I thought it would be nice to have a friend there for support, that's all."
Paul then noticed that some of the chocolate from the cookie she was eating was still on her face, and now it made a tiny spot near her lower lip. Seeing as she was trying to clean the area, Paul figured it would fo no harm to tell you about the chocolate too. "Don't get offended, but there's a bit of chocolate still.." He showed it on his own face, watching her possible attempts to fix it.
"Well, I could go with you, if you need some support. You support me in football, I support you in the art club, that's the way it works with friends." Suggested Paul with a smile."...there’s apparently an art club here, but I’ve been too shy to approach them and apply.”
After that, Paul chuckled. She seemed to be getting to know him. "What, me? You think I'd make barbaric, untrue remarks about you being a nerd? Wouldn't dare!" Did he claim dramatically, a grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement."And before you say anything,” Corrine says, amused, “I didn’t find any nerdy clubs I liked either.
"Hm, interesting point. Never thought of it that way." Hummed the boy, pensieve. "I'm sorry, I can't really help you with that. Not into reading." Paul's face was now serious, if not guilty. "But I'm sure you'll find some friends there, once you join the club.""...but then I’d have to talk about the book I read about to people who don’t know me, and that’s no good.”
He paused for a second then, apparently thinking about some example. "Hey, why not take it as.... hm, a regular match on the way to the finale? You just have to pass it to get the medal." Football terminology always worked for this guy. His brain somewhat naturally came up with football comparisons, to, perhaps, help him understand the world.
"Well, one way or another, good luck with both the art club and the book club, if you choose to join." Uttered the boy, supportive.
"Whoa, thanks a lot. You're a savior." Did he thank her with an honest smile, reaching for another cookie. With his other hand, he folded the letter and put it into his backpack. "And how about the letter you were about to send from the owlery yesterday? Did you send it eventually?""I promise you actually did good..."
Y1 Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Y2 Stamina: 6| Wisdom: 9| Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 8 | Accuracy: 8
Abilities: Evasive Maneuver, Statistically relevant
Proofreading
Location: Study Room, Second Floor
Tag: PV @Paul Turner
Date: September 16th, 2025
Time: Afternoon
Hearing Paul cheer even with the cookie in his mouth makes Corrine chuckle, and she shakes her head lightheartedly. I only said I’d come, is he that happy? She can’t help but wonder if her presence is that big of a deal. Then again, she hums, I suppose I’d be happy too if a friend of mine showed up to support me in a hobby of mine.
“I won’t cheer,” Corrine says, fidgeting in place. “I don’t think I have enough courage or energy in me to do that. But.. I’ll come and say hi, I promise. Just tell me when and where, okay?”
When Paul tells her about the chocolate crumbs, she flushes in embarrassment. There’s no using the handkerchief now, so in a frantic attempt to rid of whatever remaining crumbs there are, she uses both hands to wipe both sides of her cheeks.
It did work, but the problem is that Corrine’s cheeks now look like they’ve been rubbed too much and made it redder. There’s even a stinging sensation where she had rubbed, but she pointedly decides to ignore it to pay attention to Paul.
“I don’t want to force you to go to art club or book club if you won’t find it fun,” the girl mumbles in concern. “But if you do come just to act as support.. then I guess that’s okay. I’ll have to convince myself to actually go apply first though.” She says honestly.
At the mention of possibly making more friends if she joins a club of some sort, she tenses. “..I don’t know about that. I’m not the best at making friends with people.”
Seeing that the boy now felt considerably better about his letter, Corrine relaxes. “I did send the letter. It has quite a bit of parchment in it, considering I had so much to say.. I hope it makes it to my family by sometime this weekend at the very least.”
"In every life, through every door. . . I hope to meet y0u again."
Proofreading
It made him happy that she'd be there, of course. He considered her to be his friend now that they got to know each other better. When there was someone to watch him play, he usually felt like he could achieve anything.
And he remained happy despite her not being willing to cheer. Paul listened to her conditions, then gave her a full scale, toothy grin. "Okay, I'll do with non-cheering you. But I have a condition. You'll come with us to the Great Hall after the match. We usually have a cup of cocoa there, and some snack." Did he bargain, determined to make her socialize a little with his football chaps, some of whom were Ravenclaws too.
He watched her rub her cheeks violently, a concerned expression appearing on his face. He actually touched his own cheeks thoughtfully and gulping while imagining how that must have felt. "Uhm... your cheeks are crimson now. Does it not... hurt? Should I..." The boy swallowed hard, deeply concerned, if not alert. "Shouldn't we... I dunno, call someone to look at you?"
His eyes were, nonetheless, still flicking to her cheeks.
"Yeah... however you decide to go, you can count on me." He assured her, fidgeting on his seat. He just couldn't help it.
His attention was, somehow, still being dragged by the fiery colour of her cheeks, as he was waiting for reassurance that she was fine. I hope she's alright! Otherwise, we'd have to go to see the nurse. But, damn, I hate hospitals!
"Well, if you need some help, I could introduce you to several boys from your house." Paul offered, pausing for a few seconds, only to end his speech in a positive manner, smiling slightly: "But don't worry. I'm sure there are plenty of us who want to make new friends. They'll come around, eventually."
As Cor spoke about the letter, he became curious. "And how many letters have you sent to your parents yet?" Asked the boy curiously. "Just to know how many my parents expect me to send to them this year. I have sent none, yet, by the way. The one that you proofread is my first." Paul grimaced. In her second letter, which came last Sunday, his mum already sounded concerned. He didn't intend to make them any more worried.
And he remained happy despite her not being willing to cheer. Paul listened to her conditions, then gave her a full scale, toothy grin. "Okay, I'll do with non-cheering you. But I have a condition. You'll come with us to the Great Hall after the match. We usually have a cup of cocoa there, and some snack." Did he bargain, determined to make her socialize a little with his football chaps, some of whom were Ravenclaws too.
Paul nodded once, sitting completely straight, lifting his right palm to his temple and salutating. "Aye, aye, captain!" He then chuckled, amused by his own theatricallity."Just tell me when and where, okay?"
He watched her rub her cheeks violently, a concerned expression appearing on his face. He actually touched his own cheeks thoughtfully and gulping while imagining how that must have felt. "Uhm... your cheeks are crimson now. Does it not... hurt? Should I..." The boy swallowed hard, deeply concerned, if not alert. "Shouldn't we... I dunno, call someone to look at you?"
Paul waved it off. "Don't worry about that. You have my back, I have yours... remember?"“I don’t want to force you to go to art club or book club if you won’t find it fun,”
His eyes were, nonetheless, still flicking to her cheeks.
"I’ll have to convince myself to actually go apply first though.”
"Yeah... however you decide to go, you can count on me." He assured her, fidgeting on his seat. He just couldn't help it.
His attention was, somehow, still being dragged by the fiery colour of her cheeks, as he was waiting for reassurance that she was fine. I hope she's alright! Otherwise, we'd have to go to see the nurse. But, damn, I hate hospitals!
“..I don’t know about that. I’m not the best at making friends with people.”
"Well, if you need some help, I could introduce you to several boys from your house." Paul offered, pausing for a few seconds, only to end his speech in a positive manner, smiling slightly: "But don't worry. I'm sure there are plenty of us who want to make new friends. They'll come around, eventually."
As Cor spoke about the letter, he became curious. "And how many letters have you sent to your parents yet?" Asked the boy curiously. "Just to know how many my parents expect me to send to them this year. I have sent none, yet, by the way. The one that you proofread is my first." Paul grimaced. In her second letter, which came last Sunday, his mum already sounded concerned. He didn't intend to make them any more worried.
Y1 Stamina: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Y2 Stamina: 6| Wisdom: 9| Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | ArcPower: 8 | Accuracy: 8
Abilities: Evasive Maneuver, Statistically relevant
Proofreading
Location: Study Room, Second Floor
Tag: PV @Paul Turner
Date: September 16th, 2025
Time: Afternoon
Corrine perks up, already interested when Paul mentions food. “Snacks and a cup of cocoa sounds good,” she murmurs, already pretty convinced. “Okay, I’ll go with you guys to the Great Hall too.”
Despite her agreement, she did feel a wave of anxiety. After all, this was with the rest of Paul’s friends, all of whom she doesn’t even know. Outside of a small group of people she’s been associated with for the past two weeks, Corrine hasn’t had many opportunities to actually introduce herself to a big group of people, much less a whole group of people who’re sporty and possibly extroverted.
“You’re gonna be my social meat shield for the first few minutes,” Corrine mumbles in a joking manner, but honestly, she might’ve meant it. The likelihood that she’ll stick to Paul’s side like glue for at least five to ten minutes is high, since she’d be the only one she’d know and she’ll be overwhelmed.
After a beat, she quickly reassures. “And no, I’m.. I’m okay. The redness will fade, and it’s not like I hit myself so hard that it’s bruised.” Corrine winces at the thought. If I hurt myself, I’ll have to tell Ma and Pa.. and then Nana and Pops. They’ll get worried.
“I’ve only sent that one letter so far. I’ve been busy with class and reading, so I haven’t been able to send smaller, more frequent letters.”
"In every life, through every door. . . I hope to meet y0u again."