Mondays Are For Beginnings PV Ross Stephens Fin

Ross shrugged as he rolled up the parchment. Truth was, he was a morning person. Then again, he was also a night person. It really just depended how much sleep he got, but the mornings were always so nice. The view of the sky was just simply wondrous at Hogwarts, but it could never beat the one from home. As the light glow would fill up his room, he would find himself gently waking up. It was like an alarm clock, but instead of filling him with dread it reminded him that it was a new day.

"I dunno, at least it's not potions..." the boy mumbled.

Having potions in the morning would be dreadful. Actually, have potions any time of day was dreadful. The Hufflepuff despised the class with a burning passion and would never fail to bring it up in a conversation. He considered it a key part of himself that he refused to remove. Sure it was easier now than before, but the improvement really did not speak through his grades. He only understood it enough to get A's. E's and O's were a rarity, and were certainly not his goblet of pumpkin juice. It was more like grape flavored medicine that he would be forced to down every day.

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Ross flinched when she threw the bread at him and curled to the side, but found himself laughing anyways. He felt bad about the waste of food, but he was not going to bring it up. It would be rude. Potions was not his cup of tea, and anyone who knew him slightly knew that. He refused to acknowledge the first part of her sentences, as he really could not have cared less. He treated it more like a joke. Potions was the worst.

Stir THIS Stir THAT do THIS.

It was just instructions: The game and he was having absolutely none of it. Who would want to follow instructions their entire lives? It was boring. At least you could make up potions, but there was a fifty fifty chance something would blow up all the way across the world or something along those lines. People who made potions were lucky to live past twenty in his book. It seemed like a suicide letter, because one could never know what could go wrong.

As she offered to help, Ross vigorously shook his head.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" He interrupted almost before she could finish her sentence, but caught himself a moment too late. I mean... no thanks." he corrected in a mumbly voice.

Any person who tried to help him with potions would likely not suffer a good fate, though he tried his best to make it easy on them. First up was Flash, who got him blackmailed within less than ten minutes of talking to him. That was really all there was in all honesty, but potions brought more good than bad. Besides, if she had been in his potions class he probably would have seen her anyways.

"Charms is much more superior to 'potions'." he remarked, and he felt well it was true.

Truth was, Charms was genuinely fun unlike Potions. If something was going to explode, it was going to be near you and you could watch the explosion. There were countless spells one could learn, and one mistake did not just ruin the entire thing and manage to poison the entire population of Canada somehow. Potions was scary, but Charms was trial and error.

"Charms can even make it snow, y'know? I know how to make it snow!

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Ross perked up. That was certainly true, well, he hoped it would be true soon. He had a basic grasp on the upper-class spells but he had not really confirmed that he had them down yet. It would be too risky to show her currently, but yet it was true he was rather knowledgeable in charms. It was really all thanks to that book he had from Knox Stephens. It had been a life saver many times, and Ross had become slightly reliant on it. Sure he would occasionally tweak the notes if the handwriting was faded and it was difficult to read, but it was Knox who technically did all the work. He could not help but wonder if Knox was out there today.

"Sorta! I dunno if I should be showin' you.. I 'aven't really 'officially' got 'em down yet but I can tell ya I've performed most of the second year spells at least once in the charms classroom. They're sorta easy. Shouldn't 'ave to worry about next year much at all." He explained, sounding slightly sheepish as he did.

It seemed as if he was a bit flustered. Perhaps it was the fact he considered himself not completely capable to do the second year spells yet. Sure he officially learned them, but he wished to wait just a little. Besides, most of them were spells that were heavily reliant on movement. If he was unable to come up with a counter charm on the spot, then the object of target, or perhaps even living being, would be stuck for an uncomfortable moment while he tried to recall something from the top of his head. Still, he found himself confident within his regular spell abilities. It just took time.

As she inquired about the school nurse volunteers, he simply shrugged.

"I dunno, but I'd hope not. At least not til someone were to hit third year, I wouldn't really want anyone younger than me handlin' my severe injuries. Hope I never get burned again, o' course. You wanna be a nurse or somethin'?" He inquired, really unsure where she was going with this.

He had been in the Hospital Wing a total of two times, and he had a feeling that he was not even at the end of it. One was due to a prank gone wrong on him, and the other one was due to his foot catching on fire and nearly catching hypothermia in the mean time.

"Might actually go to the Rehearsal Room or somethin', but can't say for certain. It's sorta been awhile since I've been. It was my first time accidentally setting someone on fire... or perhaps second? I dunno."

The Hufflepuff shrugged. All he knew was it was Monday, and Monday was not exactly his favorite in contrast to most days.

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Ross shook his head at the remark. Dance club was not his cup of tea, but that was mainly because he hardly knew how to dance. If he tried, he would look like a monkey on roller skates. Though he aspired to join improv club someday, but only due to the fact there may be more situations similar to those of Mildred, he often went there to admire how good other people were at activities. Sure he would go there to occasionally practice trombone, but he never got to really learn how to play. If he did, he would probably go there more often. He had no clue where to get the books on it either, so he simply made stuff up as he tried to make it sound good. It was a goal of his over the summer.

"Just to watch other people and such, nothin' more." The Hufflepuff lied.

He hardly knew how to do the skill, so it really was not much of a lie. The charms room was a much safer place to practice spells, and it was not like he wanted anyone knowing about trombone. It was not that it was bad or anything, he just knew well that he had no clue how to play it and if anyone found out then he felt they would ask to hear him. He would likely say yes, and when they heard it they would probably ask him to shut up.

As the girl made her joking remark, it seemed to partially go over his head. Sure he got the gist of it, but it was never his goal to be looking for love or anything. What fun would that be anyways? It sounded gross if anything. It was just people talking, and then they would talk some more and some more. For now, absolutely not.

"Yeah... boys are mainly outside and stuff aren't they?" He inquired, but he already knew the answer.

The Hufflepuff glanced at his empty goblet. He really had no clue what to think of the encounters he had with this girl. Sure she was kind, but he never seemed to have a normal encounter with her until now. Perhaps it felt odd just because she had saved his life. She was a hero, sure, but what else was she? Ross felt he could figure it out, but perhaps he was simply burnt out... well, quite literally, from the past couple days.