Closed PV Renelle Dalton Wait... So You Tried to Test Me?

Renelle sprinted down the all-too familiar hallway leading to the History of Magic classroom, occasionally bumping into stray students around the corner. Several responded with cries of indignation, yet none were offered an apology. This rushed and haphazard behaviour was extremely out of character for the Ravenclaw, but there was good reason. She was, so, so, late.

How did she even end up in such a horrible situation? True, she was not the best or most organised student by any means, but that did not mean she normally had to worry about punctuality. Hogwarts had made it so there was plenty of time to get from one class to another, even if it was a lunch hour. Maybe that was the problem. Lunch. It was so easy to loose track of time feasting on all the sumptuous food served int he Great Hall, thus her current state.

Finally arriving at the classroom, Renelle cautiously pushed open the door, peeking inside. Her worst fears had been founded- everyone was seated and the lecture had long started. Briefly, the girl considered simply leaving and pretending that she had forgotten entirely about this lesson, which did have some aspect of truth. However, it was too late, for some of those sitting nearer to the had caught sight of her already. There was no way around it, then.

Setting her heart, she opened the door wide enough so that she could step inside, then quickly shut it once more. As Renelle glanced around for an empty seat, she felt the blood rush her to cheeks. Talk about a noticeable arrival.

To make matters worse, it seemed that there were no spare spots. Just about every chair was taken, and just about everyone was staring at her now. If only she knew some sort of spell to disappear… Suddenly, she caught sight of an empty seat smack in the middle of the classroom. Not a favourable spot, but at this point she would’ve been happy sitting next to a giant tarantula. Practically flying toward the spot, she plopped down and took out her stuff, trying to pretend nothing out of the ordinary had happened earlier.

Ugh. History of Magic. The most boring of all subjects. For others, at least there was some practical irk at times, but for this, it was just hours of lectures, with no break. Renelle settled on staring blankly at the board, her usual go-to way to handle tedious tasks. She checked the clock. Only one hour, twenty-five minutes to go.

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Interacting with: @Renelle Dalton

Why does the Asian girl next to me keep staring at me like there’s a giant bug on my face? That was the question on Renelle’s mind as the class progressed. It was true- the girl in question insistently tried to discreetly look at her once every few minutes, almost like she wanted to say something. Almost instinctively, the Ravenclaw touched her face and hair. Nope, nothing there.

Deciding on simply ignoring this strange behaviour, she went back to staring at the board. Why did they even have to learn History of Magic anyway? It wasn’t like they could change events that happened thousands of years ago, making it kind of useless. And why would she even care about some stupid gargoyles, or goblins who woke up one day and thought: Hey, let’s rebel so poor innocent students in the twenty-first century will have to learn about us in class!

There was the teaching style too- the subject might actually have been fun if teachers used some kind of spell to bring students into the past or something, but nooo, lectures were the way to go. This was supposed to be a school of magic, and this class had none of it. Perhaps she ought to write a letter to the headmaster concerning this. Nothing wrong with advice, right?

After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally over. Almost sighing in relief, Renelle immediately jumped up, swept her belongings into her bag, and started to head out the door. Or at least, she tried to. Because the very girl which had been behaving so oddly toward her the entire lesson stopped her with a question.

“Uh, not sure.” she glanced up at the board, not that it actually had anything written on it. “The essay, right?” Funny- from how immersed the girl, whom she now recognised as a Gryffindor from her red and gold robes, had been acting in the lesson, Renelle would’ve thought she’d have known what the homework was. It certainly was easy to tune out in this particular lecture, though, so she wasn’t going to judge.

She took a tentative step toward the exit. “If you’re not sure, you can just ask the professor.” Maybe it made her a terrible person, but Renelle was not fond of the idea of someone asking her for help all the time. It was frankly quite annoying and would most likely come back to bite them in the face later on, since she herself was no expert on these kind of matters.

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Renelle gaped at the girl in front of her. Her mouth might have been open, but she was far too surprised to even register it at the moment. What the hell just happened? She’d just told the girl what the homework was, which had seemed like a perfectly normal interact, but had changed to a full-blown apology and begging for friendship in a second.

And had she really seemed so eager to get away from the girl earlier? She must have, because the girl admitted that she was afraid the Ravenclaw had been eager to get away from her. All Renelle wanted was to get out of the hot and stuffy classroom! It had nothing to do with the Gryffindor, and she was really rather annoyed she had made it as such.

And there it was, too— the sob story Renelle never asked for. Who was even that desperate for the approval of a stranger? If she weren’t so nice, she would say it was rather pathetic. But she was nice, at least she liked to think so. “Uhh… You honestly don’t need to apologise.” That part was true, at least. “I wasn’t even offended or anything. All you did was ask for homework, I really don’t care what horrible intentions you think you had.”

“And.. sure, I guess.” What else could she say? No? That would be like kicking a puppy, except worse, as Renelle didn’t like puppies that much. She didn’t particularly like this girl either, but at least they had something in common- species. Puppies just acted cute and expect you to give them food and shelter.

Feeling rather awkward, the brunette added, “I’m Renelle.” Why was this girl- Sere- so set on gaining her as a friend, anyway? Hopefully, she wasn’t going to start following her around or anything. She’d gotten enough of that at home with Arien, and it had not been fun. Like an extremely talkative shadow.

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Interacting with: @Renelle Dalton

Quite understandably, the girl mirrored Renelle’s own shocked face earlier after getting told that she had not, in fact, been annoyed with her. The Ravenclaw partly felt that this was rather amusing, partly sympathised with Sere- she couldn’t imagine how awkward it must be to expose yourself, then find out it was all for naught.

“Nope, I actually wouldn’t.” Renelle shrugged. “Like I said though, it’s just homework. No big deal.” Listening to Sere go on and on about what a horrible person she was and what a saint Renelle was for ‘giving her an opportunity’, the dark-haired girl had to admit, she was kind of afraid that Sere would start bowing to her or something out of blue, all throughout the monologue. She briefly contemplated cutting her off, but decided on just waiting for it to be over.

And Sere apparently believe she needed to take Renelle somewhere as an apology. Honestly, at this point, the Ravenclaw wouldn’t have been surprised if the girl offered one of her own arms to make up. But if the Gryffindor wanted to feel so sorry, who was Renelle to stop her?

The invitation to the Grounds did not make Renelle as ecstatic as one might expected; for one, she had no interest in going out with some random stranger, and a rather talkative one at that. She opened her mouth to say so, but just as the words started to come out of her mouth, she changed her mind: there was still some time until the next period, and her plan had been to go back to her common room.

However, that was really as boring as it sounded, and more importantly, it was extremely likely she would loose track of time again. Going with Sere meant that she was far more guaranteed to get to the next lesson on time, and she really could not afford to be late to two classes in a row.

All of this went through Renelle’s head in a split second, and the next, her mind was set. Straightening up, she looked Sere in the eye. “Sure. Let’s go.”

Interacting with @Sere Nade

Interacting with: @Renelle Dalton

Woah. Share my story? Getting pretty serious, huh? Renelle bit her lip hard to try and stop herself from laughing at that sentence. Really, a curious onlooker might think they were some sort of brave adventurers, doing quests and slaying dragons, before meeting in a pub where they rested their feet. Sere talked in a refreshing manner. The good kind.

“Yup, I’ll see you there.” Turning and finally walking out of the stuffy classroom, Renelle took in a deep breath. Had the History of Magic professor ever heard of a thing such as opening windows? She swore, one day she would meet her horrible end there, whether by suffocation or boredom.

On the bright side, she’d gotten something to do in her two hours between classes. True, the Ravenclaw did not normally enjoy this much socialisation, but it wasn’t like laying in bed, thinking about how much she hated lessons was much better. Besides, she was going to get to meet Buddy the Bunny. And perhaps interview him on his feelings toward his name.

Renelle honestly liked being in Ravenclaw a lot, but why did their common room have to be so far up? True, the view was nice, but the journey up all those flights of stairs every single day was hell. Nobody ever told her being a Ravenclaw meant getting such an intense workout each day.

After what felt like an eternity, Renelle arrived at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room. She walked in, dumped her bag on a random chair but he fireplace, then promptly walked out again. She wasn’t too concerned about thieves- at this time of day, mostly everyone was in classes, and she would be back soon.

Yup. This was going to be great. And that wasn’t sarcastic at all.

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