First Interactions PV Closed

@Rafael D'Spacito
“Don’t stress their opinions too much,” Raf told her, his tone serious. “How much could they really count for? I mean,” Shrugging, he leaned on his knees. “I don’t know you all that well, but you don’t come across as frail or anything.”

"I'm glad. But, mostly their reasoning is how 'small' I am-- being 4'7" and all-- Quentin likes to tease me all the time just because he's obnoxiously tall-- he's on my dad's side of the family. I get my height from my mom's side. When we play rugby, it's my cousins on my mom's side versus my cousins on my dad's side. From afar, I'm willing to bet it looks like my mom's side is a group of tiny little elves battling a pack of giants-- and I'm on the elf side." She laughed at the comparison, rubbing the back of her neck and taking a sip of her water before fixing her gaze again on Rafael again.

"I saw something once about how small things are way more vicious because their anger and frustration has less space to be bottled up in. Not a lot of people know this, but I try not to let it show when someone gets to me. If I'm not able to easily resolve a problem, it'll stay on my mind. Right now, there's a lot of things that are on my mind." She sighed, shaking her head.

"What's your best class?" She asked, deciding to change the subject and move on with their game. It was better than the alternatives-- ramble about what was troubling her in the middle of the great hall, or just continue talking about how tall/short her family was. "And, on that note, what's your worst? My best is probably Charms, and my worst is Astrology. Which is ironic, considering that my name literally means 'star'." She chuckled, her face flushing in mild embarrassment.

@Stella Dawson

[font=Segoe Print]Stella seemed to have liked his last comment a lot. She immediately dived into an explanation, telling him all about matters of height, hereditary genes, and family. He found her words quite interesting – he had played rugby before. It had been quite a rough game, and he hadn’t enjoyed it as much for that reason, but she seemed to love it. It just added to his perspective of her – the toughest girl he had met thus far. Except for this one girl in Argentina. And, he would admit, he was thankful that Stella was the way that she was. Because with girls, you had to have just the right toughness. Too much, and you’d created a monster.

"I saw something once about how small things are way more vicious because their anger and frustration has less space to be bottled up in,” Stella added, breaking Rafa from his horrifying thoughts. "Not a lot of people know this, but I try not to let it show when someone gets to me. If I'm not able to easily resolve a problem, it'll stay on my mind.” Rafa grinned at this – he could completely relate. He had always had quite a difficult time shaking issues from his head. Especially loss. It was one of the things that could drive him up the wall – it wasn’t like he was a sore loser. But he knew better than anyone that, if he tried hard enough, he could defeat any sort of adversary. So, defeat had always been an insult to himself. Though, he had to wonder where she was coming from with this. “Right now, there's a lot of things that are on my mind."

And, there it was. A bit of a frown crossed his features for a moment. He didn’t know her all that well, but he still did feel a pang of worry for the other girl. “Yeah?” he wondered aloud. “Anything I can fix?” He added a playful sort of smile, covering his worry with bright eyes. He had always been a rather brilliant actor – you had to have been to survive the streets.

Then, she had asked him a question regarding his best and worst classes. “My best is probably Charms,” she told him. “And my worst is Astrology. Which is ironic, considering that my name literally means 'star'."

Now, Rafa laughed at this. Not the star thing – while the joke was quite amusing, his mind was other places. The hilarious thing was, his answer matched hers perfectly. He had found himself getting straight ‘O’s in Charms, while his Astronomy, which was clearly lacking, only managed to snag ‘A’s and ‘P’s. “Funny enough,” he voiced aloud, “I’m the exact same. Brilliant in Charms, ruddy in Astronomy. Oh, and my Defense Against the Dark Arts is pretty terrible, as well.” He grinned brightly, rubbing his neck in a bit of an awkward fashion.

He felt a little guilty, having her ask all of the questions. Letting the Hufflepuff girl do all the work, he thought wryly. Such a gentleman, Raf. Deciding to do something about this, he asked, “What’s your blood-status, eh?” He realized, with a biting feeling, that this comment could be taken in a racist sort of way. “Not in a bad way, though,” he added quickly, a funny look on his face. “Don’t think it matters all that much, but I suppose it makes for interesting conversation.” He gestured to himself. “I, myself, am a pureblood. But, my parents? They were both muggle-born.” He grinned at this comment. He wasn’t sure why he found it so amusing. Though, he didn’t want to disturb Stella or anything – he solemned his face a bit, looking at her curiously. Whatever she had to say, he knew it would be interesting to listen to.[/font]

@Rafael D'Spacito

“Yeah?” he wondered aloud. “Anything I can fix?”

Stella thought about this for a moment. 'Fix' was a very vague word-- it could be used when mending a broken toy or object, but it could also be used when resolving problems with a certain student.. But Stella could handle it herself, for the time being. She shook her head.

"Yeah, but I think I'll be able to handle it. But thanks for offering." She smiled softly, making a mental note to get back to Raf if the situation worsened(though she doubted it. All this person that was on her mind did was bring out her temper and challenge her beyond belief.) Then, Raf moved the conversation forward. First, by answering her question, then asking one of his own.

“What’s your blood-status, eh?” He realized, with a biting feeling, that this comment could be taken in a racist sort of way. “Not in a bad way, though,” he added quickly, a funny look on his face. “Don’t think it matters all that much, but I suppose it makes for interesting conversation.” He gestured to himself. “I, myself, am a pureblood. But, my parents? They were both muggle-born.”

Stella rose a brow at this question, arching it only a bit higher at Raf's own explanation of his blood status. She'd never heard anything like it-- she hadn't known that two muggle-born wizards could then make a pureblood one.. it peaked her interest to say the least. "Really? I've never heard of anythin' like that happening, but I think it's rather cool." She grinned. "I'm a pureblood-- so's my whole family before me, and my extended family. We're a big family of wizards." She laughed a little, racking her brain for another question. Oh! "What movie do you wish life was more like?" It was a bit of a tough question to understand, but she was sure Raf would be able to comprehend it. After all, everyone else she'd asked had been able to get it figured out without asking.

@Stella Dawson

[font=Segoe Script]"Really? I've never heard of anythin' like that happening, but I think it's rather cool."

Stella seemed quite amused with the genetical mess he called his blood status – she definitely wouldn’t be the first person, he was ashamed to admit. Really, Rafa had been left rather stumped at the thought of two Muggle-Borns making a pureblood. If that was even how it worked – it didn’t make much sense. He’d accept it, though, as long as no one stereotyped him for it. Too often wizards would make assumptions about blood status – purebloods were snobby and entitled, muggle-borns were always lacking in skill. It really sickened him, and he would happily punch in the face anyone with this mindset.

Stella continued with her explanation, ripping Rafa from his thoughts. "I'm a pureblood,” she told him. “So's my whole family before me, and my extended family. We're a big family of wizards."


“That must be interesting,” Rafa said, an interested look on his face. “What’s it like, a wizarding house?” The thought definitely intrigued him, he would admit. Though, he realized that he probably wasn’t making sense. He was a pureblood, his parents were wizards. However, that didn’t exactly mean they lived a wizarding lifestyle. “We have a no-magic policy at our house,” he explained, rather sourly. “Kind of strange, really, but I can tolerate it.”

He’d lied, and sorely, too – he really hated living in a magic free house. It seemed as if his parents hated being wizards or something, funnily enough, always denying their magical blood. It’s dangerous, his dad had said one night as he tucked his son in. Magic has no rules. Stay away from it, you’ll be safe. But what his father had never understood was, safe was too boring. Living on the edge had always been more appealing – maybe that’s why he missed his home country so much. He had yet to experience real action here in England, but that was okay. Magic was an adventure all on its own.

“What’s my favorite movie?” He repeated Stella’s question aloud, a pondering look on his face. He couldn’t really say he had thought about it all that much – it was definitely a strange question, and a difficult one, too. “Let me think.” He took a moment, sorting through all the movies he had watched in his eleven years of life. (He could proudly say, he had amassed quite the repertoire.) “Oh, I know!” At this, he sat up a bit more, a bright look in his eye. “Life should be more like Rocky. Perseverance should always lead to victory.” If he were completely honest, he wasn’t really sure how it related to life – the truth was, he just really liked the movie. Especially Rocky Balboa, the little guy who knocked down all his opponents. Though, he wasn’t sure how much Stella could relate – it didn’t exactly seem like her kind of movie. A little grin playing on his lips, pushed the thought from his head, looking up at Stella again. “How about you, then?” he asked wonderingly, giving her an overly-animated pondering look. “What movie should life resemble?” He sat forward a little bit, interested to see Stella’s take on the matter. Her viewpoint was definitely an interesting one, after all, and most of the things she said carried meaning.[/font]

Okay I'm finally replying to this I'm sorry it took so long

@Rafael D'Spacito

“That must be interesting..What’s it like, a wizarding house?”

Stella pondered this a moment before forming her reply. She was always careful about what she said-- meaning she thought her words over before speaking, because if she just immediately spoke without thinking, things could turn a bit catastrophic. Not that she knew from experience. She'd observed her own reckless cousins enough to know this without experiencing it first.

"Hmm, well it's definitely a bit chaotic, but only when all of my cousins are at the house during the summer. Me mum will occasionally spell to get the house clean, or her bed made, but a lot of the time it's just.. normal, I guess? I'm the oldest child, and I'm not of age yet, and Ava n' Jonah certainly aren't, so if my older cousins or aunts and uncles aren't around, then my parents are the only magic users at home. My father doesn't use magic at home too often, mostly because everything that he uses magic for is hexed to automatically do it when he says a certain word or it turns a certain time. I never see any of this, though, because it all happens in his office.." She realized she was rambling a bit before flushing and biting her lip, looking to the side as she let Rafael answer her question.

“What’s my favorite movie?” He repeated Stella’s question aloud, a pondering look on his face. He couldn’t really say he had thought about it all that much – it was definitely a strange question, and a difficult one, too. “Let me think.” He took a moment, sorting through all the movies he had watched in his eleven years of life. (He could proudly say, he had amassed quite the repertoire.) “Oh, I know!” At this, he sat up a bit more, a bright look in his eye. “Life should be more like Rocky. Perseverance should always lead to victory.” If he were completely honest, he wasn’t really sure how it related to life – the truth was, he just really liked the movie. Especially Rocky Balboa, the little guy who knocked down all his opponents. Though, he wasn’t sure how much Stella could relate – it didn’t exactly seem like her kind of movie. A little grin playing on his lips, pushed the thought from his head, looking up at Stella again. “How about you, then?” he asked wonderingly, giving her an overly-animated pondering look. “What movie should life resemble?”

She once again thought about her answer before replying, returning her gaze to Raf's eyes as she mulled over her response. "Hm, for me it'd definitely be Groundhog Day. Sometimes, it just feels like you can't do anything any other way but the right way." She shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "I also just really like the movie." She admitted before perking up. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?"