Study Buddies PV Ophelia Silverton Closed

Light blue eyes met hers. Another question, yet not an answer that comes to mind. Rosalyn didn't really know what she wanted to do. She was use to following what others wanted to do, as that's been her life up until recently. She figured it was best to come up with something. She already excelled in all of her classes. Her worst class was flying, and she has an A in it. Not only that, but they can't even work on that here. Rosalyn turned her gaze back to her book as she though for a while. Ah history! She had no difficulty with the class, but she figured they could start there. Another idea came up as well. Not amazing, but it was at least something. "I figure we can quiz each other on material we have learned. A good place we could start would be History."

The girl's attention had been drawn away. Rosalyn watched as she observed the room, and she followed. It had gotten smaller, which was a good thing. Crowded places were ones that Rosalyn avoided. She hated the noise, it was impossible to think at times. This is why the study room was one of her favorites.

History. As good as any subject to start their studies, another idea came out of one's lips, which was indeed quite useful. Quizzing was a very effective way of studying, so head nodded in agreement as pale hands opened the history book and her notebook on the table. Many information there was but she didn't have trouble remembering the material, vision quickly flew over the notes of the learned subject, revising for a few minutes, just to refresh what she already had already known so far.

She wasn't the type to plan her studies, it just genuinely happened when one was bored or felt like revising, opening a nearby schoolbook or a notebook, she would normally read for about an hour or so, then close it and do something else. And so the actions repeated through the days, the girl having outstanding grades in most of the subjects as a result.

The people who were studying all the time and learned things by heart weren't really what she would call intelligent, perhaps hard-working, but intelligence was something partially born in a child, allowing them to understand things faster than an average person would. Remembering appeared to be a tad easier to such individuals and yes, if they were hard-working as well, they would most definitely have an easier route to successful accomplishments. As long as one doesn't depend too much on the trait alone, their life should flow neatly.

Ophelia wouldn't boast about her traits, but many people called her intelligent which she would simply answer with a shrug to the shoulders.

Watched as the girl opened her books up. Rosalyn waited for her to look over her notes. She already had a couple questions to ask in her head. They were nothing difficult however. They were mostly going to be derived from the homework, but there were a couple she knew from just reading through the entire book. History was one of her favorite subjects as well. Well at least muggle history was. She found most of the classes in Hogwarts to be similar to muggle classes, they just happened to involve a small bit of magic.

Classes always seemed easy to the young girl. As a child, she passed through all of her classes with relative ease. She would read through all the books for her subjects, and throw them away. However, she only threw them away because they contained false information half the time. School books in the muggle world tend to always be filled with fake truth, especially history. That was the one thing she enjoyed about Hogwarts. Everything seemed to be accurate, but that could also be due to the fact that Rosalyn hasn't had enough time to read through books.

The girl seemed to be done with her studies. Rosalyn figured it was now time to start asking some questions. She wasn't sure exactly how erudite Ophelia was, but she seemed to be knowledgeable. She decided to start off easy, just in case her observations proved to be false. "First question. From which language does the word Gargoyle originate? Describe the etymology."

The first question popped up, starting with something less difficult which made sense really. You have to test one’s level before involving more details to your questions right?

She gave it a little thought, head browsed through remembered information, rather easily found the answer to one’s question. Lips opened with ease as she spoke:
“It most likely originates from France, the word gargouille meaning throat, but since all Roman languages are connected it could be pulled from Latin where gurgolia, gula and some other words were derived from the word root gar which means “to swallow”. Oh um, the word was meant to represent the sound of gurgling water.”
She finished, thinking if voice forgot to mention anything.

She waited, letting the snow-haired girl absorb the spoken words, deciding if the answer was described well enough. Then, the next question could be asked by Ophelia, so the Ravenclaw could stretch that brain of hers as well. She wouldn’t ask anything extremely difficult as well, it is only fair to start as Rosalyn did.

They will most likely to be able to squeeze in questions from the beginning lessons because it was getting darker, the sunrays got thinner, shinning from the big window, candles were already illuminating places which no longer received the light’s hug.

Listening as the girl gave her answer. It was pretty good, the girl seemed to not struggle with it at all. Right after she finished giving her answer, Rosalyn gave her thoughts. "Correct. However, if I were a teacher, there would be one point marked off. While the roots do technically mean 'gurgling water', the word Gargoyle itself was mostly used to refer to a form of water diversion." Rosalyn was a big stickler of exactness, but she would struggle with that as well. No one can ever give a full exact answer all the time. She was very impressed in Ophelia's intelligence. When it was her turn to ask another question, she would certainly up the difficulty.

Rosalyn thought for a moment of what question she would receive. "Would the girl pick an easy, or tough question? Would she change what subject we would be picking questions from?" These thoughts would leave her pondering for a moment, but her attention was soon averted to candles being illuminated. It was getting later in the day, they could most likely get two or three more questions in. Depending on how long they take thinking up of a question, and in return, answering the question.

Rosalyn corrected the girl with a minor detail, head nodded with acknowledgement, deciding to remember the newly-acquired information. It was now her turn to ask a question, blue vision looked up for a moment, thinking of a suitable question, then switched back down again.
"Briefly describe the Gargoyle strike which happened in 1911."

Ophelia noticed more figures leaving, wondering if they were the only ones still here. With that thought, ears then heard a pair of students whispering behind a giant shelf, possibly the only children here besides Ophelia and Rosalyn. The library was a relaxing place to be in, especially at this hour, candles coloured the wooden furniture with soothing warm tones, more shadows tried creeping their way around the room as time passed by. The light reflected well with Rosalyn's white locks, tinted them with gold, making them appear shinier. She looked at the girl's robe again. Ravenclaw; Ophelia had no judgement of any houses whatsoever but Rosalyn sure did bring up some stereotypes, with her intelligence and her perfectionist nature. But again, Ophelia never cared for such things and decided to stop thinking about houses.

She snapped back out of her thoughts, waiting, as Rosalyn appeared to be ready to answer the given question.

A relatively easy question that was also on the past homework. It seemed as the best option to pick, staying on the same topic and difficulty. "Briefly, the Gargoyle strike in 1911 happened in Windilow Castle. Strike meaning a riot. The Gargoyles refused to give a warning of any incoming intruders. Their reasoning for going on strike was because the wizards of the castle would destroy any Gargoyles that didn't look intimidating. Eventually, a battle broke out with wizards and Gargoyles killing each other. Soon after, the Ministry had to step in and they destroyed all the Gargoyles." voice still flat and monotone as usual. The answer she gave was about as brief as she could get, while maintaining most of the details.

Looking around, more students seemed to be leaving. It was getting later in the day, they were most likely heading towards their dorms. The room seemed beautiful at this time. Rosalyn never paid much attention to the rooms at night because she was too busy reading, or asleep. Looking down at her hair, it seemed to look a golden blonde. It seemed to suite pretty well. Ophelia's hair seemed to have the same affect as well.

It was now time to ask another question. They would only have time for a few more so Rosalyn decided to go with a much more difficult one. Specifically, one that wasn't on the homework. "What are cauldron cakes, where were they made, when were they made, and who made them? This was a question Rosalyn could only ask based on the books she has read in the library. The information itself isn't really that interesting or useful. Just some useful trivia, but it would be a difficult question.

Rosalyn summed up the basic rather well, mentioning most of the things Ophelia expected from her, head nodded in approval. This revising was going well so far, gray-haired girl might even say the professor's study idea wasn't bad after all even though the girl felt a little invaded by his forceful planning of social interactions. She decided to let go of that thought, it was all behind them now really, they were both here and they did something productive. Plus, the Ravenclaw didn't turn out as a giant pain in the ass, which is always a bonus right?

Red orbs looked towards the blue as lips placed another question on the table. This wasn't in the homework, Rosalyn clearly decided to level up the difficulty. A moment of silence. One thought about the question, she did indeed read about cauldron cakes before, somewhere, all she had to do was remember it. And as one did, blue reflected stronger, the color appearing slightly vivid one might say as she answered the question calmly.
"Cauldron cakes are a popular variant of wizarding cakes, massively produced by Qizilbash Quality Confectionary from 1854 onward in Pakistan. We can buy the cake at the Honeydukes Express or the Honeydukes Sweetshop. Many homemade batches were baked, most famous of those by Bathilda Bagshot, a magical historian and the author of A History of Magic."

Her answer was quite fulfilling, one tried making it fluent. Because they didn't have much time left, Ophelia had prepared the question onward as she left a brief moment of silence before speaking again:
"What were Golbin Rebellions, why did they happen, how did they begin? Describe the first one."

"Correct answer." At least, Ophelia's answer seemed correct. Frankly, Rosalyn didn't know the answer herself. She had just read about Cauldron Cakes in the past and figured she would ask to learn information. She was also curious to try one. She was slightly hoping Ophelia would go into detail about the product, but alas. Her stomach would growl slightly but she would cough to cover it up.

Ophelia had given a question soon after. "She must have already thought about this earlier." However, the question didn't seem that difficult. She would look out the window thinking for a moment, not on what the answer was, but mostly why the question was chosen. "Maybe she knows something extra, or maybe she didn't want to raise the difficulty." She snapped out of her thoughts for a moment, realizing a minute had passed with no answer. Moving onto to answer it, Rosalyn let out a deep breath. It would be another long answer that would require more detail than usual. "The Goblin Rebellions were, well, rebellions by goblins; that occurred due to the discrimination and prejudice they received by wizards and witches. Specifically, the goblins lack of representation on the Wizengamot, their enslavement into becoming house-elves, loss of wand privileges, wizard attempts to control Gringotts, and the goblin slayings by Yardley Platt. While there were many small goblin rebellions throughout time, the first major one was the 1612 Goblin Rebellion. The rebellion took place in Hogsmeade village, with one of the inn's being used as the goblin headquarters. The causalities are unknown but it's presumed that both the goblins and the wizards and witches took many losses. The reasoning for this rebellion was most likely due to the Goblin's lack of representation in Wizengamot. Most of the other rebellions that came after the first occurred due to the Goblins being stripped of their wands." Rosalyn's head would plop down on her desk, tired from the long explanation.

As her head laid on the desk, she looked outside one of the windows. Her jaw would drop in awe from what she had seen. A super blood wolf moon. She wasn't sure how she didn't notice it before, it was probably due to the two quizzing each other. Rosalyn got up and walked over towards the window. Her beady red eyes were drawn towards the moon. She looked around the classroom for a moment, everyone else seemed to have left. It was just her and Ophelia. She then turned back towards the window and attempted to open it. She desired to go outside and look at the moon from the grounds.

Did the girl have lungs of steel because Ophelia could have sworn she didn't see one breathe once through the long detailed answer?
Watching, she sat still for about half a minute as she then nodded, answering:
"Um, correct but a rather unknown fact-"
Voice stopped, interrupted by unexpected movement.
Vision followed white hair as figure moved up towards the clear glass. One's pale fingers were caressing it, apparently trying to open the window. Still sitting at the table, blue gaze switched towards the strange illumination with curiosity as she realized why Rosalyn attempted to get out of the room. The moon. It was tinted in a beautiful shade of red, reflecting the little light the Earth's atmosphere had given to it.

Orbs sparkled with astonishment, crimson soaked in one's eyes, mixing with the gentle blue as legs moved on their own, one's figure stepping next to the Ravenclaw then, carefully, tried opening the window. With a little nudging, it opened, hands tried moving it as quietly as possible. They could get in trouble for this, after all, it was late and Ophelia was quite a sure climbing through windows was not on the good student's list. She didn't care though, when one felt like something needed to be done she did it, rules were sometimes meant to be broken her father would say, caressing his child's silky grey locks as the daughter would rest in his lap.

The wind came crashing its way into the room, stroking long hair, leaving tingles on one's skin as her body moved with ease, climbing over the window's ledge. She then turned around, stretching soft hand towards Rosalyn, observing the ruby orbs which were glowing as if waterfalls of wine were filling each of the glimmering irises.