writing woes pv. @GemStuart

interacting with: @Amara Dragamior

Gem often had a good sense of personal space, but in this case, he'd been squeezing through everyone's business to get where he needed to go. Hogwarts hallways were always so crowded, and he had places to be, so sometimes, invading someone's bubble was a necessity. Getting to the library was no exception, a tumble and a fall, and he was in with his notebook tucked tightly under his arm, a quill carefully set between the pages, kept in with the spine of the book.

He hadn't noticed the Slytherin until after she'd snapped at him, his eyes widening a bit. He was always so used to being cordial, but he remembered it was Hogwarts - that was one thing he missed, being yelled at by someone for no other reason than standing too close on accident. He hadn't noticed she'd been writing something until after he looked her up and down with judgement, and there his eyes brightened up.

"Huh? Oh, right," He rolled his eyes a bit, taking a long step away from her (it wasn't so hard, he had quite long legs despite being short). "Ya wouldn't mind if I sat here, would'ya?" He didn't wait for an answer, pulling out the seat across her, opening up his journal so he could start his own writing. He knew what it was like to have people try and speak to you while you were working, so he didn't say anything, though he was a bit curious as to what she had going on, and it showed, since he'd occasionally glanced up to see if she had advanced at all.

"Ya wouldn't mind if I sat here, would'ya?" He didn't wait for an answer, pulling out the seat across her, opening up his journal so he could start his own writing.

Gem was often careful about the way he smelled, especially when it came down to cigarette smoke, but he guessed this girl had some kind of super-nose. He'd been wearing clean clothes and such, but he supposed the peppermint he'd popped into his mouth earlier hadn't done very much - he supposed he'd have to up his game, if that were even possible.

"Were you ever taught manners?" He asked, his voice light and casual as if he were asking for the time. "Thanks." He slid the mints back over once he took one, popping it in his mouth and playing with it with his tongue. He knew Slytherins were often snobby, but he guessed they'd upped their game a bit since then. He continued to write in his journal, keeping himself quiet as possible as not to disturb the princess sitting across him - he didn't know if he'd be able to stand hearing her voice again, though he very well could have initiated a fight with those words of his-- that being said, he wasn't apologizing.

"If you don't mind me askin'," He cut the silence, "what're you writin' about? Homework, or for yer own personal self?" It was often easy to relief tension with conversation like this, and he hoped that was what he was doing here; she might hex him or something, he never knew.

"Were you ever taught manners?"

"If you don't mind me askin'," He cut the silence, "what're you writin' about? Homework, or for yer own personal self?"

Gem almost smiled, but he held back, his chin tilting upwards a bit. He wondered if she made assumptions about people often, something he was guilty of as well - he had no place to complain, but it made him think.

"No," He answered, "for meself. I like ta write." He held his hand out to shake, an open, kind smile shifting his expression from the more sour one he had prior. "Gem Stuart, pleasure."

"If ya don't mind me askin', what're you writing about?" He tilted his head, his eyes trailing down from her face to the parchment in front of her, though he avoided reading any of the text, lest she shout at him in a library for something as personal as her own art. He hated it when people breathed down his neck while he scrawled down every thought, or short story he had been working on on that particular day.

Now that he wasn't so irritated by her, he took the time to take in her features; she was a pretty girl, that he could acknowledge, brown hair and thick eyebrows, piercing blue eyes that could cut through anyone's weakened stare. He averted his gaze back down to his own journal, shifting so that his elbow was on the table, his chin in his palm - he simply waited for an answer, he had no time to be all energetic, he was quite tired.

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Gem raised his eyebrows a bit, drawn in by the idea of retelling a story.

"It's just me notebook, I write whatever in 'ere, short stories, stuff about me life, the likes," He shrugged indifferently, setting his quill down beside his book so that black ink wouldn't drip down his wrist. "I quite like the idea of retelling a story, maybe when you're finished you could show me?"

Perhaps it was invasive, maybe she didn't want to show anyone that because it was something she held dear between her and her mother, but he never did think before he spoke - if she really didn't want to, she wouldn't, and he thought maybe it would be appropriate to remind her that. "It's fine if ya don't want to, though. I know writing's quite personal." There, now he couldn't be blamed for anything.

It was in his nature to be defensive over his writing, if he were in her position he'd get offended that someone dared to ask to see what he had to offer on a page. Writing was just about his only solace in the magical world, he'd gotten so used to being where the muggles were, remaining fascinated with televisions and VHS', or a type of polaroid camera that they didn't have here. He never got much into the... other technology, like the portable phones, so his best bet had to have been writing something down and sending it out with an owl. He liked it that way, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

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Gem was surprised about the compliance, to say the least. He raised his eyebrows, thanking her under his breathe, carefully taking the book between his fingers. He read it quickly, for the most part though he appreciated the attention to detail, and he said as much while he handed it back.

"I like it a lot, laa," He said, "Could probably publish it, if ya wanted to. Maybeh it's just for you, but... ya know, if you wanted to, you could." He shrugged, reaching up to curl some of his hair between his fingers, tugging on one of the locks.

"I wish I could make commitments to me writings like that, I joost... have a bunch of unfinished projects. I fink maybe I'd like ta finish one one day, I write about muggles a lot, joost cos I think they're quite interesting." He wondered if she thought the same - probably didn't, truthfully, since everyone's opinion on muggles had become so grey since, well... forever. It was few times he'd met extremists, but when those times had come around, he always found himself very passionately defending them - maybe that made him an extremist.

But even then, he smiled and nodded his head at her, mostly a respect thing. "It's good ta find a fellow writer around 'ere, a more competent one, but... one, nonetheless."