REBELLION - Call me Quercy

Beatrice walked through the halls on the Fourth floor. Her classes had ended for the day and she had changed from her Slytherin robes into something more comfortable. She had planned to go to the Courtyard but since it was way to full there, she had decided to wander through the Castle.

Before doing that tho, she wanted to wash her hands and look for a book that she had lost. It may sound weird but earlier this day she had packed it out of her Bag, desperately trying to find a quiet place to read for the time between classes.

She opened the door of the Lavatory, not looking where she was walking, which caused her to stumble over her own feet and fall onto the dirty lavatory floor. Eww, now I really need to wash my hands.

"Call me Quercy." A rather male sounding voice suddenly said. She looked up, the door closing behind her and making a rather loud sound. She immediately stood up.

»Ehh, alright Quercy.« She wasn't sure that his sentence was directed at her but she has heard it. Beatrice was debating on whether she should leave the boys lavatory or just wash her hands here. She decided that it would be weird to just walk out now, so she stepped next to the boy and let the water run over her hands.

While washing her hands, she noticed strands of hair in the Sink that the boy was standing in front of. They matched his hair color. She glanced at his face as she dried her hands but looked right down at her hands again. He seemed familiar but Beatrice could not put her finger on where she had seen him.

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Interacting with: @Thymus Quercus Timmerey

"Guid day, uh... A'm sorry a'm feelin' lik' a've seen ye afore...?" The boy suddenly started to talk to Beatrice. She blinked a few times, trying to put the Words together in her head. He definitely has a strong scottish accent and even Beatrice, who was scottish herself had a hard time understanding some of his words.

»Uhm, it's strange that you say that. I feel like I have seen you somewhere before too.« She tells him, just a tiny bit of her scottish accent slipping through. You could barely hear it if you didn't listen closely, just like her Parents taught her.

"Ummm... An' a' if ye dinnae mynd mah saying, ye'v come a lang wey tae wash yer hauns, aye?" Beatrice raised an eyebrow at the boy, a witty smile appearing on her lips.

»Well, you've come a long way to cut your hair, haven't you? Wouldn't it be better to do that in your dorm? Besides, I actually came here to look for my book.« She took a minute to observe him. He looked around her age, but still... older? His hair was a dark color but looked like it was supposed to have a different color. Quercy, Beatrice thought that was what he called himself earlier, was wearing an all Black outfit. It didn't look bad on him but it was rather unusual to see.

Beatrice turned to the mirror to tie up her hair when he started to talk again. She listened to him, putting her hair into a smooth, perfect ponytail.

"'n'... Umm... Howfur muckle. Na! howfur lang hae ye bin thare?" Beatrice has no Idea what in Merlin's name Quercy ment with the word 'muckle' but she gladly understood the rest.

»You are very talkative, huh? I got here just when you announced that you wanted to be called Quercy, I believe that's the name you used?« She turned back to him, slightly tilting her head up, so she could look into his face.

»Hey, are you in Slytherin? I feel like that might be where I have seen you. And also, have you seen a book in here?« A vague picture of the Boy sitting on one of the Couches in the Slytherin Common Room comes to her mind.

»It's called 'Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland'« She tells him, her gaze quickly scanning the Lavatory. Beatrice was pretty sure she left it in the Girls Lavatory, but she also didn't want to risk anything.

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"Aye, a'm a slytherin... Whit urr ye? raven or snake? n' na, ah haven't seen a book, ah juist arrived a free moments afore ye... Ah hulp ye soucht it though." Beatrice almost laughed, well being mistaken for a Ravenclaw wasn't bad but at least she had an Idea where she saw the boy. He seemed to have no clue.

»Slytherin.« She said as they both started to search the room. It must be in one of the Stalls if it's here she thought to herself.

"Whit dae thay ca' ye?" said before facing her direction. "'n' how come dae ye fake an sassenach accent? aye, ah kin sniff oot a fake sassenach accent by a scots. Ah fake an accent a' th' time masell." That certainly was a rather unusual way to ask someone what they're named and faking?! She was certainly not faking her accent. Most of the time.

»Beatrice. Beatrice Dupont.« She told him, unsure if he had any Idea about her family. »And for your Information, I am not faking my accent. I was taught to talk like this. There's not much of a Scottish accent to me. My parents think it sound more polite and better.« The last part about her Parents just slipped out. She looked at the boy again, her gaze slowly wandering from his head to his shoes and back up. Beatrice became rather closed off when someone found something that her parents would consider a weekness on her.
Wait. Had she asked for his name?

»I don't think my book is in here. I'll go look in the Girls Lavatory.« She started to strut out of the bathroom, not sure if Quercy was following her.

»What's your name? Is it really Quercy or do you just want people to call you that?« she just expected him to follow her.

Interacting with: @Thymus Quercus Timmerey
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Quercy jogged up behind Beatrice as she quickly walked into the Direction of the Girls Lavatory. He matched her step but seemed to take much less of an effort to keep up with her than some other people.

"Weel, quercy is ma whit. Mah actual name is thymus genus syringa quercus timerey." He told her. Beatrice almost stopped her walk but decided otherwise and continued her step. She blinked a few times but didn't look at him.

»Well, that's a long name. Mind if I stick with Quercy?« she shot the boy a witty smile before directing her gaze to the front again. Beatrice pushed the lavatory door open and they both walked in. She wasn't sure that Quercy had even noticed.

"An' a', ah ken th' sassenach accent learning tae sound mair proper ordeal.... Seems we hae mair in common than ah thought... Except a've hud enough o' th' hail pumpin' "you hae tae be proper thymus," aye? tis juist a load o' horseshit." Beatrice stopped in her tracks. Horseshit? A laugh escaped her but she immediately stopped herself when the book fell into her gaze.

»Oh thank Merlin!« She said, walking up to the book and taking it. When she turned back around Quercy was looking at her. Oh right, he said something. Beatrice walked closer again, not wanting to talk too loudly, because of the echoey lavatory.

»Uhm, well...« she was unsure how to say this, »I don't know it any other way. I'm used to it you know? "Talk politely Beatrice" "Dress for company" "Eat up but don't eat too much" "Watch what you're saying" the usual.« She told him. Beatrice didn't know why she said that. She bit her lip, looking down at her shoes.

»Although you're right. It is a load of Horseshit.« Beatrice basically whispered this as she looked back up at the boy with an understanding smile.

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"Aye, that it is," Quercy seemed a bit awkward and Beatrice couldn't blame him. They were in the Girls Lavatory after all. Beatrice held onto her book, slightly rocking back and forth on her feet.

She didn't know what to say, should she ask him to leave the Lavatory and do something else with her, maybe just talk? Or was that weird? They had just met a couple minutes ago but she already liked Quercy. He was nice.

"Umm... Mibbie we kin hangout sometime... Mibbe naw in a cludgie?" Quercy laughed. Not a long laugh but still. It was a nice sound. He started to walk out and Beatrice followed. A beaming smile sat on her lips, she felt like she had made a friend in Quercy.

»Of course. I would like that.« She said, still smiling and giving the boy a side glance as they walked.

The two wandered through the halls side by side, not talking or doing anything other than walking. But it was still nice. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Beatrice had to hurry a bit to follow his big steps but she didn't mind.

Interacting with: @Thymus Quercus Timerey

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