A Meeting of Some Sorts PV Kaegan

Kaegan reached for his satchel, slinging it over his shoulder and checking swiftly around the desks for anything he may have dropped. His seat partner shied away when he turned his bored gaze towards her, moving hurriedly out of the room in the hopes to avoid any poor altercations. A piece of dusty chalk was scribbling furiously on the blackboard of its own accord, the professor nowhere to be seen. Kaegan heard a giggle and noted, from the corner of his eye, a group of boys waving their wands around, trying to enchant the chalk to write something rude. The Gryffindor raised one brow with a haughty air and glanced their way. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but often you have to perform the spell right for it to work," he snarked, picking up the heavy textbook he'd neglected to use for the class period. He knew the material beyond what the tome could teach him- a large library and a strict, advanced education were just two of the many privileges offered to him as a youth.

The boys stopped immediately, with the head of their operation stuffing his wand into the pocket of his robes and turning a pale shade of pink. Kaegan looked over at the board, a conceited smile playing on his face, and regarded the powdery lettering which, though smudged with unintelligible lines from the boys' endeavor, now held the days' assignment. It was a simple task, nothing more than practicing spells and writing down the proper incantations in his notebook, nothing he couldn't easily complete. Quills scratching parchment echoed through the stone room as the other students dutifully copied down their homework and turned to go. The Gryffindor followed suit, not bothering to take any notes. Clearly, he was the only one who retained the capacity to memorize a few lines.

The Gryffindor followed the crowd as they pushed out of the classroom, flooding hallways that were already filling up with people. It was almost funny to him how expressively trivial most of their outward concerns were. A huddle of girls was whispering conspiratorily and blushing, eying a Ravenclaw boy who looked three or four years older than them, at the least. Two students walked side-by-side, complaining angrily about a recent test, their diatribes accompanied by a series of forceful hand gestures. Kaegan grimaced with distaste as he realized most of the people swarming around him were heading in the directions of their separate common rooms, surely eager to talk amongst themselves, rehashing their days before dinner. He could almost hear the ensuing clamor that would- while not disturb his work- greatly annoy him.

Still, anywhere else seemed pathetically inadequate. No doubt the reserved students, sensing the general air of excitement drifting through the halls, would have retreated to the classrooms and study halls, dodging the frenzied throngs of their peers. Any rooms he could withdraw to in the same fashion would likely prove just as fruitlessly occupied as the dormitories, if not more so.

The Gryffindor, while trying to ignore the squabble around him, still managed to pick up snippets of conversation, the overall gist of which prompted him to smirk arrogantly. Of course, there wasn't a large-scale event with meaning- every last student seemed to be in fits of delirium over the upcoming Autumn Ball, which Kaegan had no intention of attending. Even if there was someone who failed to irk him within the first few minutes of their conversation, balls were still an incredible waste of time. It was unlikely that Hogwarts' majority knew how to dance, let alone walk casually without tripping over a wayward stair.

The Gryffindor common room's tapestry loomed into sight, swinging open and shut to let in a steady stream of students. Kaegan slipped in behind a short girl clutching an essay marked with a large T, her eyes watering with poorly suppressed tears. He moved away with disdain, arranging himself in the least populated corner and pulling open the satchel that held his school material. A notebook, he'd need a notebook to complete the assignment... but where the hell was it? The bag, while filled with rows of orderly books and papers, was missing the notebook specifically required for his class. Of course, he thought bitterly. How foolish of me to expect anything different.

Kaegan absentmindedly closed the leather flap that held in his supplies, thinking back. He could vaguely remember running into another girl in one of the classrooms, not too long ago. Perhaps he'd left it there? Picking up his books, he stalked out of the room, his mood low and contemptuous. The students who saw him pass averted their eyes quickly- most of them had heard his snark when he wasn't in his highest spirits and wished to avoid it. The tapestry creaked slowly open again, prompting in a glare from the currently impatient Gryffindor. The halls, which had previously been teeming, now had an air of desertion, save for the few lone first years scampering along the corridors.

He took the quickest, least-known route- or at least to his knowledge- in order to avoid stumbling upon any more exhilarated girls squealing over their Autumn ballgowns. The Gryffindor wasn't sure how much of this petty frivolity he could put up with. The door to the suspected classroom, when he arrived, was slightly ajar, letting out one of the squares of pale light that was emanating from the windows within. He entered petulantly, glancing around and noticing with a scowl that, while his notebook wasn't in plain sight, a girl with red hair and fair skin, bent over a book, was. He glimpsed the cover, derisively remembering he'd read that volume in its entirety several years ago. Still, however, Kaegan wasn't interested in making light conversation with this girl over her choice of reading- he was more in favor of having an empty classroom where he could look for his misplaced items without being scrutinized.

"If I said I'd love to stay and chat I'd be lying," he snapped sarcastically. "Please, spare me the pleasure of your company."