Inked hand?
After the last class had eventually ended, Alex pack his books together before heading out to Salazar knows where. He were practically wandering around the castle, figure out which way leads to where and now he's standing in front of the library entrance. Alex's main reason of being here is to finish his charm and potion homework as he doesn't like to procrastinate and stack another homework on top for another day.
Alex hold his books tighter in hand, stepping inside the library with quiet confidence he always shows, looking around the place to search for an empty spot for him to do his work. After a few minutes of searching, he finally find an empty spot whilst some students scattered around, reading or minding their own business. 'Thank Merlin.' He think to himself as lay his books with a soft, quiet thud. He takes an empty parchment on the table and a quill before he dip the quill gently then begin to do his work in peace.
One thing about Alex is that, He's left handed. When he writes, the ink usually stains the side of his palm if he's not careful.
No one could've prepare him when he take a tiny glance at his hand and find out that he accidentally dipped his hand together with the quill, he suppose, because how could you explain the amount of ink on his hand? "you idiotic bastard." he curse under his breath as he carefully dip his dried quill once again, trying to finish his work before he jinx anything else.
Too bad, Alex.
Just when he's about change the textbook for further reference, a student, from behind him accidentally bump onto him, making his hand jerk and spill just a small amount of ink on the table. Alex blink and string of curses already playing in his mind before he turn to see the one who practically just bumped onto him slowly.
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" The lesson of history is that no one learns. "
Inked hand?
@Alex Kavanagh
Polly froze, eyes wide. She couldn’t make herself apologize for some reason, though whether it was because of fear or pride she wasn’t sure. Her grandfather would certainly disapprove of the curses the boy just spat. Anyway, she was vibrating with nerves.
“Sorry,” she finally managed to mutter. Polly hugged her copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them tightly. She was here to research puffskeins, not make friends! Or… perhaps enemies in this situation.
She cleared her throat, blinked, let her gaze wander around the library. The height of the shelves was awesome and the amount of books crammed into them was almost unbelievable!
Polly turned back to the boy. He looked about her age, a Slytherin, not altogether unpleasant. “I hope I didn’t ruin whatever you were working on.”
With a twinge of curiosity, she craned her neck to see. “What were you working on anyway? Homework?”
She noted that most of the tiny amount of ink seemed to have ended up on the table and his hand. Or perhaps it was stained from writing? The sides of her own hands were often black and blue from quills. Her grandfather on multiple occasions thought they were bruises and freaked out. She quickly decided to stop thinking about him for a while. It made her heart hurt.
Polly froze, eyes wide. She couldn’t make herself apologize for some reason, though whether it was because of fear or pride she wasn’t sure. Her grandfather would certainly disapprove of the curses the boy just spat. Anyway, she was vibrating with nerves.
“Sorry,” she finally managed to mutter. Polly hugged her copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them tightly. She was here to research puffskeins, not make friends! Or… perhaps enemies in this situation.
She cleared her throat, blinked, let her gaze wander around the library. The height of the shelves was awesome and the amount of books crammed into them was almost unbelievable!
Polly turned back to the boy. He looked about her age, a Slytherin, not altogether unpleasant. “I hope I didn’t ruin whatever you were working on.”
With a twinge of curiosity, she craned her neck to see. “What were you working on anyway? Homework?”
She noted that most of the tiny amount of ink seemed to have ended up on the table and his hand. Or perhaps it was stained from writing? The sides of her own hands were often black and blue from quills. Her grandfather on multiple occasions thought they were bruises and freaked out. She quickly decided to stop thinking about him for a while. It made her heart hurt.
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” —G. K. Chesterton
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Well, that went absolutely great. Alex turn slowly, eyes blinking as he study the girl who bumped into him. Why does girls always approach him this way, he's almost embarrassed. For Salazar's sake! "It's done, It's alright." Alex say slowly, turning back to his unaffected parchment and sigh quietly. At least he didn't have to redo the whole homework.
"Fortunately, the parchment is fine. I suppose i don't jinx it that much." He mutter the last part mostly to himself as he try to wipe the spilled ink unused piece of paper from the stack of his books. "Just look where you're going." He say again as if trying to ease the situation but with his usual flat tone of voice, it doesn't do much to help.
"Yes. Homework. Don't you have one?" He ask, glancing over his shoulder as if to see her, still standing there with a book. "What are you doing here anyway?" He ask as his face never fail to keep whatever he's thinking, hidden somewhere up that pretty little brain of his. Alex then turn to face her fully, eyes fall to the blue strip tie of hers. "You're a Ravenclaw." He mutter replaying an obvious fact.
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" The lesson of history is that no one learns. "
Inked hand?
@Alex Kavanagh
“Yes… and you’re a Slytherin.” Polly actually smiled, though it was shyer than she liked. That was rare. Not because she was unhappy necessarily, but she had a blank or thoughtful expression most of the time.
She held up her book. “I was just looking for more about puffskeins. So far all I’ve found is the short description in this.”
Her eyes flicked to the shelves again. The library she visited once or twice back in Stratford wasn’t even half the size of this one. It only had one room and it was owned by an old lady who hated Polly because her books were always overdue.
“This place is huge,” she blurted. “I don’t know where to find anything.”
She wobbled in place, wondering if she should leave the boy alone now or whether it would be more polite to stay. She scoffed inwardly. Since when did she care about politeness? She should go.
But she was frozen in place, absentmindedly scratching the cover of her book with a jagged fingernail. She often bit her nails when deep in thought. What was wrong with her since she got here? Sure, she was self-aware enough to know she didn’t have normal reactions to perfectly normal situations. Perhaps it was being in a place with so many people, not a familiar soul in sight.
“Yes… and you’re a Slytherin.” Polly actually smiled, though it was shyer than she liked. That was rare. Not because she was unhappy necessarily, but she had a blank or thoughtful expression most of the time.
She held up her book. “I was just looking for more about puffskeins. So far all I’ve found is the short description in this.”
Her eyes flicked to the shelves again. The library she visited once or twice back in Stratford wasn’t even half the size of this one. It only had one room and it was owned by an old lady who hated Polly because her books were always overdue.
“This place is huge,” she blurted. “I don’t know where to find anything.”
She wobbled in place, wondering if she should leave the boy alone now or whether it would be more polite to stay. She scoffed inwardly. Since when did she care about politeness? She should go.
But she was frozen in place, absentmindedly scratching the cover of her book with a jagged fingernail. She often bit her nails when deep in thought. What was wrong with her since she got here? Sure, she was self-aware enough to know she didn’t have normal reactions to perfectly normal situations. Perhaps it was being in a place with so many people, not a familiar soul in sight.
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” —G. K. Chesterton
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Alex's interest immediately poked as soon as the girl mention Puffskein. He used to read about it before out of boredom and the need to do some research on something. "Puffskein. They were easy to take care of and its hair have a magical properties, mostly use in potion. Well, in certain potion of course." He say, still in the monotone as she look at the girl, straight in the eye. Not very subtle one would say.
"What have you found so far?" Alex ask, his head tilt to the side slightly, going back and forth in between his homework and the need to continuing the conversation. "Sit, you'll wear yourself out or you can walk away." His hand writing is almost neat if he's truly focusing on one matter at hand. As long as the parchment isn't smudge too much from all the writing, Alex didn't mind getting his hand stained with ink. He can wash it off sooner or later.
When he finally finishes his work, he gently put the quill back on its place before turning to the girl again. "This place is huge, don’t know where to find anything." The girl blurts out and Alex look around the place again. "You have years more in this school. You'll be fine." He say, eyes dart to where a book were floating, sorted by its own on the shelf.
" The lesson of history is that no one learns. "
Inked hand?
@Alex Kavanagh
Polly’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know that about their hair. How fascinating.”
She fell into a chair more than sat down. A bit mesmerized, she watched the boy finish writing. Her leg bounced of its own accord. “I haven’t found much. I thought their tongues were interesting and… well, what they do with their tongues.”
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them sat on her lap now. She flipped it open to the section on puffskeins. “I wonder if they have feet. The book doesn’t say.”
Polly found herself thinking of her grandfather again. This was his favorite book. His copy was much nicer than the thrifted on Polly bought in Diagon Alley. She remembered it well: red and gold with a runespoor on the cover. Now that hadn’t been so long ago at all!
Shaking herself, Polly glanced at the boy out of the corner of her eye. “I can leave if you want.”
Why didn’t she just leave? Polly skimmed the page of her book, reading that same little passage about puffy creatures again. She had wanted a puffskein so badly when she was little!
The library was full of hushed voices and bowed heads, students focused on their own conversations and studies.
Polly’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know that about their hair. How fascinating.”
She fell into a chair more than sat down. A bit mesmerized, she watched the boy finish writing. Her leg bounced of its own accord. “I haven’t found much. I thought their tongues were interesting and… well, what they do with their tongues.”
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them sat on her lap now. She flipped it open to the section on puffskeins. “I wonder if they have feet. The book doesn’t say.”
Polly found herself thinking of her grandfather again. This was his favorite book. His copy was much nicer than the thrifted on Polly bought in Diagon Alley. She remembered it well: red and gold with a runespoor on the cover. Now that hadn’t been so long ago at all!
Shaking herself, Polly glanced at the boy out of the corner of her eye. “I can leave if you want.”
Why didn’t she just leave? Polly skimmed the page of her book, reading that same little passage about puffy creatures again. She had wanted a puffskein so badly when she was little!
The library was full of hushed voices and bowed heads, students focused on their own conversations and studies.
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” —G. K. Chesterton
Inked hand?
The library is almost filled with students, studying, doing some reading or research and homework. Alex had finally finishes his work and arrange them according to their own classes and thickness of the used parchment itself. It's mostly unnecessary for others. But him? Oh it's more than necessary. "It loves to feeds on wizards' bogey while they sleep.. yuck." Alex state again, his brows furrowed just slightly in disgust before it relaxes back.
As much as Alex likes to talks about animals, not exactly all animals that exists. Some disgusts him to the core, some he loves to the bottom of his heart and some.. is natural. He couldn't just hate an animals just because its natural being. That's an odd behaviour if he's being honest. "I don't particularly wants you to leave though i don't want to pressure you into thinking i want you here. We can simply ends our conversation here and now." Alex say, eyes lock onto the girl who sat just a few inches away from him.
"And Puffskein is considered as one of the useless creatures to ever live. That's an absurd statement don't you think?" He added, "i don't necessarily likes the fellas though they aren't useless. No animals truly are." He speaks in his monotone, a complete contrast of what he just spoke of just now though he meant every words that was uttered.
" The lesson of history is that no one learns. "
Inked hand?
@Alex Kavanagh
Polly shrugged. “I suppose I can see why some wizards might think that, if they think companionship is useless. They eat spiders too, don’t they? That’s pretty helpful.”
Closing her book and setting it on the table, she reached for another book some other student had left behind. It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Polly liked to think her interests were varied, but sports bored her to no end. She dropped it and rested her folded arms on the table.
“I guess it wouldn’t be helpful if a puffskein ate your pet spider...” she continued absentmindedly.
It was nice not feeling quite so lost in alone. It made her not want to leave. She hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place, she just didn’t understand her sudden lack of independence. New places did that to you she supposed. Overwhelmed, confused, dizzied.
She continued to shift around and twitch. Her used robes felt especially tight under her arms again. She should really be careful not to rip them.
“Are you a first year too?” she asked hesitantly, intertwining her fingers and twisting them together. She cleared her throat. “Are you… were you already pretty familiar with all this?”
Polly grew up hearing about the wizarding world because of her grandfather, but it still seemed foreign now that she was here. Until now she’d been surrounded by muggles. She felt like she had been sucked into some bedtime story.
Polly shrugged. “I suppose I can see why some wizards might think that, if they think companionship is useless. They eat spiders too, don’t they? That’s pretty helpful.”
Closing her book and setting it on the table, she reached for another book some other student had left behind. It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Polly liked to think her interests were varied, but sports bored her to no end. She dropped it and rested her folded arms on the table.
“I guess it wouldn’t be helpful if a puffskein ate your pet spider...” she continued absentmindedly.
It was nice not feeling quite so lost in alone. It made her not want to leave. She hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place, she just didn’t understand her sudden lack of independence. New places did that to you she supposed. Overwhelmed, confused, dizzied.
She continued to shift around and twitch. Her used robes felt especially tight under her arms again. She should really be careful not to rip them.
“Are you a first year too?” she asked hesitantly, intertwining her fingers and twisting them together. She cleared her throat. “Are you… were you already pretty familiar with all this?”
Polly grew up hearing about the wizarding world because of her grandfather, but it still seemed foreign now that she was here. Until now she’d been surrounded by muggles. She felt like she had been sucked into some bedtime story.
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” —G. K. Chesterton
Inked hand?
He couldn't pinpoint to where exactly the conversation shift from a very boring bumping-into-someone drama into a talk between two diligent mind. Or so they say. Alex have always long for an emotional intelligent conversation or simply just talking about magical creatures that people barely talks about this days. Either way, he still enjoys it.
“I guess it wouldn’t be helpful if a puffskein ate your pet spider...” The girl mutter though Alex could catch it whilst he's reading his textbook. "Odd. I thought they merely feed on spider's leftover. Guess we'll never actually know." He mutter back, flipping through the next pages.
"Yes, i am a first year. As you too i suppose." He say, glancing to the girl briefly before his eyes wander to the book shelves. "If you're talking about the library, i'm not sure if yes is the right answer to it." He huff out softly before adding, "I'm a half blood, it doesn't really bother me that.." He shrug "a literal books is flying or a chocolate frog jump out of its box."
He now slowly turn to the girl, closing the book on the table before he ask, "Are you a muggle?" rather bluntly one would say.
" The lesson of history is that no one learns. "
Inked hand?
@Alex Kavanagh
“Well, my mother was.” Polly’s answer was simple and blunt. She wasn’t at all bothered by the question. She had never been exposed to any of the wizarding world’s popular prejudices.
“I never knew her or my father, but my grandfather was able to track my mother down through records and such.” She caught herself. “I should clarify, he’s not really my grandfather.”
With a wistful smile, she realized how lucky she was that it was Clive Inkling who found her. She could have ended up in a foster home or with homeless people. Not that she had anything against either of those things, but how would they have reacted when she manifested her magic? And she loved her grandfather so much.
If she was being honest, had she ever loved anyone else at all? No, she supposed not. She barely knew anything else.
“I’m not sure why I told you all that,” Polly laughed after a moment. She’d been thinking in silence just long enough for it to be awkward. Her fidgeting never stopped. Now she tapped on the side of her chair.
“So which of your parents is a wizard?” she asked, genuinely curious. She only ever asked things if she was genuinely curious for the most part. Small talk bored her as much as sports. “Your father or your mother?”
She found herself smiling again. Not just smiling: there was a delirious grin on her usually pouty face. Was she making a friend? She didn’t have any friends. Did she want any? Her mind buzzed with confused thoughts.
“Well, my mother was.” Polly’s answer was simple and blunt. She wasn’t at all bothered by the question. She had never been exposed to any of the wizarding world’s popular prejudices.
“I never knew her or my father, but my grandfather was able to track my mother down through records and such.” She caught herself. “I should clarify, he’s not really my grandfather.”
With a wistful smile, she realized how lucky she was that it was Clive Inkling who found her. She could have ended up in a foster home or with homeless people. Not that she had anything against either of those things, but how would they have reacted when she manifested her magic? And she loved her grandfather so much.
If she was being honest, had she ever loved anyone else at all? No, she supposed not. She barely knew anything else.
“I’m not sure why I told you all that,” Polly laughed after a moment. She’d been thinking in silence just long enough for it to be awkward. Her fidgeting never stopped. Now she tapped on the side of her chair.
“So which of your parents is a wizard?” she asked, genuinely curious. She only ever asked things if she was genuinely curious for the most part. Small talk bored her as much as sports. “Your father or your mother?”
She found herself smiling again. Not just smiling: there was a delirious grin on her usually pouty face. Was she making a friend? She didn’t have any friends. Did she want any? Her mind buzzed with confused thoughts.
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” —G. K. Chesterton