Closed Saturday Shenanigans {PV Rhys} Under Review - Locked

Rhys, for reasons unknown, had actually bothered getting up out of bed before anyone else in their dorm, intent to find a quiet area to relax and listen to music while they read a book or wrote one of the many stories that had recently been inhabiting their thoughts. They had an idea for a novel and needed to develop the plot a bit more, but for now they could be content to just explore with the characters they'd created.

Usually they would go to the library to be alone and focus, but there was something about the corridors that sounded like a better idea on this particular Saturday. They got dressed in a red flannel over a grey jumper-- finally being able to wear the comfy clothes they really preferred over their robes,polo, and tie. Then, they slipped out to find a quiet corridor to do their writing.

As they were making their way, however, Rhys was acutely aware of a voice further down in the corridor, trying out a spell in Latin. From the repetition of the spell, Rhys guessed that whoever was casting was having a difficult time in getting it to work. They rounded the corner to find a brunette girl-- similarly dressed in flannel, they noted-- backing away from a smoking cauldron that also happened to be shaking uncontrollably??

As the girl appeared rather preoccupied with trying to find a solution, Rhys could guess that they could perhaps slip by unnoticed and continue on their way. Preferrably without any.. incidents involved.

Rhys began to cross behind the girl as she frantically flipped through her book for a solution, saying nothing and moving as quietly as they could manage.

But, of course, just as they were almost out of range, they heard a series of troubling noises begin to emit from the cauldron. Wheeling around, Rhys turned just in time to see the cauldron tip over, its contents spilling out quickly towards them. Hastily, they stepped back to keep whatever it was from hitting their shoes, then looked up to address the girl.

"I really didn't want to have to ask, but what exactly are you trying-- and failing,-- to do?" Rhys asked, quirking a brow.

Rhys stumbled slightly as the girl thrust her book and wand into their hands, and they almost laughed at the situation. "Expelled and die?" That was a bit extreme, no? And 'doing homework' did not sound like the reason this girl was in the corridors, but given the circumstance, Rhys decided not to question her further. That could happen later, once this mess was cleaned up.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Just give me a sec, yeah?" Rhys shifted the book, setting down their stuff a safe distance away from the cauldron and also withdrawing their own wand from the back pocket of their jeans. They handed the girl back her wand, since they didn't trust trying to use another wizard's wand with their own (slightly unpredictable) magic. "Okay, let me take a look.." They flipped through the book, scanning the pages for the spell they thought they'd heard the girl casting. The book was definitely not anything they had seen before, nor one of the ones Rhys'd had purchased from the supply list they received with their acceptance letter, so this was definitely not a homework assignment.

Briefly, they wondered if they would get in trouble for having this book in their possession, then figured since they were trying to help fix the situation, perhaps they'd be spared any punishment. Oh, how their mother would react to hear her 'daughter' had already figured out a way to cause trouble, just by being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Eventually, they landed on the page with the spell, in latin (a dead language, one Rhys happened to hear from their own father on occasion..) and found a section entitled IN CASE IT GOES WRONG, all in caps and bold so it stuck out like a sore thumb. Rhys took a deep breath, steeling themself before aiming their wand at the cauldron and hesitantly reciting a spell they improvised and changed a bit to fit the situation.


"Q-Quod verum est et quod non est, fracturam hanc fige lebetem et atramentum redde ad ollam.." Rhys tried, flicking their wand and praying to whatever higher power that it would work. As they'd hoped, the ink started to steadily flow back into the cauldron, which stopped cracking and instead began to mend itself, both instances happening simultaneously until, finally, the cauldron stood upright, full of ink, and totally unscathed. "Huh... it worked," Rhys mumbled to themself, before turning to the girl, handing her the book and crossing their arms. "Alright, now tell me-- what exactly is going on?"

Rhys laughed. ‘Super magical’? ‘Wizarding world genius’? This girl was hilarious. Their family would definitely disagree with both of those, when applied to Rhys. They didn’t even show any magical ability until they were, like, eight. A bit of a late bloomer, if you will. But they were a good student, and they knew how to follow directions.

Before they could respond, the girl started to ramble about how she came about the book, and how she ended up in the corridors doing this “project” by herself. Cousin brother? What did that even mean? Did Rhys want to know? Then she was introducing herself to Rhys, and they had to move from trying to process her rambling to processing the fact that she’d given her name and they had almost completely missed it.

”Genius? No, I just improvised and hoped for the best.” They admitted, chuckling once Freya finally took a moment to breathe. “Okay, I’m not going to ask what a ‘cousin brother’ is, but didn’t the fact that all of your friends declined indicate at all that maybe this was a bad idea?“ Rhys asked, quirking a brow. “It’s a good thing I was here to help… but if anyone asks, I was never here. I have a feeling what you’re doing is highly against school rules, and I don’t fancy a detention.”

It occurred to Rhys that they had unintentionally ignored Freya’s introduction. A Ravenclaw? That was.. surprising. Rhys had, admittedly, jumped to conclusions and pegged her as a Hufflepuff: she was too nice, in Rhys’s opinion, to be a Slytherin, and she definitely wasn’t a Gryffindor, or they’d have seen her before. And judging from this whole.. fiasco, Ravenclaw had not shown itself as an option for which house the girl belonged to.

”Ah, Ravenclaw huh? That’s not what I expected, to be completely honest with you.” They rubbed the back of their neck, feeling awkward with how long this interaction was lasting. “I’m Rhys.. Read. Gryffindor.”