Exploding Eardrums PV Renelle Dalton Closed

While it had not been voiced in any way, the excitement that was gracing the castle these few days was quite obvious, both in the low hum of chatter that always seemed to be present wherever one went, unable to be contained despite the best efforts of the faculty, and the feeling of hastiness throughout the entire castle, people desperate for last-minute preparations to the infamous annual Fall Ball.

Truly, Renelle was quite enjoying the atmosphere around the place - all this planning and worrying was making it so that everyone was too focused on their personal affairs to notice anything else, leading to far less attempted social interactions, of which the girl was not interested in the slightest.

Perhaps it made her a horrible person, but there was a certain pleasure in observing the entire school population flurry around in a panicked state, while she herself had no such worries. Her ball date had been arranged a long while ago, and was none other than her lovely best friend Astra Norrick. As a first year, she had not seen any need to participate in the tradition of going to a formal dance event with a romantic aspect in mind- Astra was her closest companion, and she would not have had it any other way.

On this particular afternoon, Renelle found herself leaving the Ravenclaw common room, having just finished a lengthy study session. Really, if it were up to her, all classes would be canceled the week before a large social event, both for her sake, and everyone else’s.

She found herself heading down a long corridor on the second floor, no particular designation in mind. The place was almost eerily quiet, with most people too concentrated on their plans for the upcoming ball, to make time to wander the school aimlessly.

To tell the truth, Renelle supposed she ought to be finding some more worthwhile use of her time- she was far from the perfect student, and a little extra work certainly wouldn’t hurt. It was because of this laziness that she was failing to score perfectly in courses in the first place, however, rendering the idea moot.

As she continued her journey, a random thought popped into the Ravenclaw’s mind- a bit of singing to spice up this expedition. Now, she was aware she was far from a wonderful vocalist- far from it, in face. Anyone who had had the opportunity to witness her sing in question knew that Renelle’s voice could simply not be compared with anyone else’s - and not in a good way. She sang very, very badly.

But it was not like there was anyone around here to hear her, and with that reassurance to herself, the dark-haired girl started to sing a little song, one of her favourites. It was by a Muggle artist- her grandmother was muggle-born and part of her family were therefore muggles. They did not meet all that much, but enough to introduce the girl to some of the more popular singers in 'their world.'

Indeed, Renelle was so immersed in her song that she did not even notice that someone else had entered the picture until a loud 'CRASH' pulled her back to reality Abruptly, her singing stopped, and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks, so scarlet, it was almost maroon. The knowledge that there had been an audience to her little 'concert' did not sit well with the girl, at all.

Briefly, she considered turning and running away as quickly as possible while the intruder was still groggy from what Renelle assumed to have been an accidental running-into of something, with the hope that whoever it was was had not gotten a clear look at her face. However, those hopes were immediately dashed by the person in particular speaking to her, and in a strong accent at that.

She frowned. It was no shocking revelation that her voice was terrible, but stating it outright, in such a blunt manner? That was surprising. In fact, a bit rude, if she did say so herself. It wasn’t like the speaker was one to talk- his accent was so thick his words were just barely distinguishable.

Peering closer at this 'trespasser', Renelle observed that it was a boy - though that much might have been already apparent by his voice - with dark, way hair, and dark eyes. His accent from earlier suggested him being of another country, though she had no idea which.

At any rate, that did not mean he could be given a free pass on brazenly insulting someone like that. Renelle raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “You’re one to talk. Where’s that accent from, the exotic land of I- Don’t- Know- How- To- Speak- To- People- Without- Insulting- Them?”

She ignored that last comment. What was it even supposed to mean, anyway?

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amazing writing skills by the way

She frowned. Mancare? Was that some sort of foreign insult? In context, that literally made no sense; the word bought to mind baskets of male skincare and makeup products, and Renelle had no idea what those had to do with their current conversation.

“English, please.” After all, how could she come up with witty and brilliant comebacks to his insults if she didn’t even know what they were? Ignoring his antics, the Ravenclaw cocked her head, raising an eyebrow. “Now, I don’t know where you’re from, but that country obviously never learned simple politeness. Here, we don’t say stuff like that to people’s faces.”

“Besides,” She added as an afterthought. “You say that like you could do any better.” She bowed dramatically, and stepped backward. “Let’s hear you sing, Mr Apollo!”

Honestly, at this point, it was really just a showdown between who was willing to back down first. The first year knew perfectly well that her singing was reminiscent to the bleats of a dying goat, but was she going to admit that? Naturally not.

Even Renelle had to admit, she was taken slightly aback by his last question. “In love?” Woah, what had brought that on? “What brought that on?” At eleven, romance was the last thing on her mind - she’d already decided to go to the upcoming Fall Ball with her friend Astra, and had not even for a moment thought of anything else.

Who knew, maybe kids matured earlier wherever this guy was from. Perhaps they all got married at eighteen- though that might actually be true here too, now that she thought about it. Personally, she didn’t know anyone like that, but she’d heard stuff.

Interacting with @Kyle Diaz

Perhaps she needed to tone the insults down a bit, they were certainly not helping her win any wards for 'Most Social' or ‘Nicest Ravenclaw'. Though one could be surprised at how annoying some of her housemates could be (no offence to Eagles of course, her house rocked), so maybe she still had a shot for the latter.

Kyle bursting into song had not been expected of him, or anyone for that matter. She took a step back, slightly surprised by the sudden change of events, but soon pulled herself back together. Hell, if he wanted to sing, let him. Getting serenaded had not been on Renelle’s agenda for the day, but it’s not like she was in a rush. The mental image of him standing under her window in the dead of night, singing his heart out was amusing, at the very least.

“Another music teacher? Surprised they haven’t hired you yet.” If she’d wanted an in-depth analysis of her musical skills, she would have said so. And Gryffindors were supposed to be the ones who kept pocking their noses where they weren’t wanted.

The scratching she was witnessing had many explanations, none of them good. “Let me guess, you got flees while you were singing to your cat about how much you loved him.” Pathetic. “And now, it is time for me to go do something more worthwhile of my time. Maybe you should go sing to darling Kitty or something.”

And with that, she mock bowed one last time, then turned on her heels to leave. At least she’d learned never to sing walking down corridors. Attracted the wrong crowd, it did.

Interacting with @Kyle Diaz

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OOC note: Up to you whether you want to let Renelle go or stop her. Thought you might go for the first, considering how delightful she’s been so far