An explosion of glass pv Aleks

Aleks scrawled down notes about homework in a handwriting the boy himself knew he would no longer be able to read in two days’ time. The “a” slipped into the “b,” and the small “c” looked as though it was drunk and trying to beat up the rest of the letters. Even though the young Slytherin was hardly a particularly studious boy, Potions class fascinated him. There was simply a fun factor when dangerous fumes drifted into the air and threatened to explode! The Slytherin slowly completed the notes on the upcoming assignments with a gentle sigh. In the meantime, he deliberately ignored how most of the other students had already filed out of the classroom, leaving only small movements flickering at the edge of his vision. Carefully, he let the quill’s silver tip glide across the notebook page. More ink spilled than intended, disguising the white parchment as a dalmatian. The brown-haired boy leaned further forward, intent on quickly capturing the professor’s last words on paper despite the mess. Sounds pressed in on him. His hair slipped forward across his face just as the finishing touch was added. The quill tip stabbed into the paper as if in an aggressive celebration-ritual taking place. With the relief, Aleks's senses seemed to retreat back into his head. The air still laced with potion fumes rushed into his lungs in a surge of salt and nameless roots. “Finished,” he whispered. The boy briefly closed his eyes and straightened in his seat. Leaning back, he let the quill fall from his fingers without the slightest regard for the paper‘s fate. It may as well turn into an ocean of ink for all he cares. When out of nowhere, the sound of glass bursting echoed! The sharp crack thundered through his ears and settled like a ripple of unease across the Potion classroom. Aleks was startled. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he had only imagined it. Irritated, he opened his eyes and glanced toward the lectern by the door. The professor seemed to be gone—but a bright voice followed the glass with a loud: “Dammit!” A grimace stretched on his features. Aleks turned toward the direction the voice had come from—and to his surprise, a girl stood close to the old sink. He didn't recognise her as anyone he's met before. Brown hair fell in a soft, close frame over her shoulders, while her delicate face was painted like a fire truck in the middle of an identity crisis. Aleks’s bewilderment lodged itself in his gut. For a moment the air stuck in his chest—before the situation fully sank in. It twisted his stomach. A sharper worry spurred him to part his lips, addressing the stranger with a gentle, “Are you alright?” Aleks gaze flicked briefly over her figure, hand bracing against the old wooden desk as he slid down from the stool. The red collar of her uniform screamed Gryffindor—but the rest? His brow knit. Her presence felt like the one of a swan—pretty and small, unfit for what Aleks imagined a Gryffindor to be! The wild-haired Slytherin approached her at a careful pace. His head tipped slightly to the side, thoughtfulness etching concern into his usually playful eyes. With a careful, almost protective glance, he traced her shoulders and the line of her neck. “Did you hurt yourself?”, he added almost immediately. The memory of glass shattering began drumming in his ears like the kind of circus filled with grotesque imageries! The fume thick air was forgotten immediately.

Interaction: @Bree Grey ──────────── Speech:#84319f 20/9/2025 Blablala-Whale-Song-Singing-Dominance-Asserting

Word count: 407
Ooc notes: Sorry for the late reply!

Interactions: @Aleks Drašković
Date: Sept. 20th 2025

With a hasty turn the girl spun around. Aleks could not help but compare her to a deer, entirely delicate, without a trace of malice even in the startled moment. The Slytherin tilted his head further, this time choosing the other side. “Y-yes. I’m fine,” she replied, just as he was stepping toward her. Then she nodded at his question whether she was hurt. The hiss of the faucet died away, leaving only silence and her answer behind. The girl shared she had cut her finger, though it wasn’t anything serious. Whether it was, Aleks would rather see for himself. His heart beat louder, fuels by worry. As she suddenly darted away and toward the desk, his brows drew down in critical concern. The Boy kept his blue eyes fixed on her back and the softness of her movements. He drew the potion stuffed air through his chest and followed, praying inwardly that she would not feel him intruding too close. His legs froze, demanding him to grant more personal space. Observantly Aleks stood still. To his relief, she swiftly turned back to him. As her body shifted, Aleks was briefly reminded of someone practising ballet. A small smile flickered across his face, though his eyes searched and instantly found her hands. They clung. From a distance he traced the lines of her fingers until his gaze caught on the bandage. The sight smoothed his features like a hot iron pressed over an annoying crease. He lowered his lids, exhaling as the tension that had woven itself unnoticed into his shoulders slipped into the trash. She asked his name, and a small curl of her lips seemed to weave itself into her voice. Either that, or asking question had her curl the last syllables naturally. Aleks opened his eyes. His vision snagged on the rose-colored hue of her cheeks. The shade spread like a peach-tinted paint across her skin, as though it were the freshly painted facade of a cupcake shop in Portsmouth. “I’ve never noticed you in this class before. Honestly I really haven’t noticed anyone in this class,” she added, followed by a sweet laugh that spilled from her lungs, and finally—her name: Bree. “Aleks,” he replied, far shorter than usual. Quickly, he added only a small, “Glad you didn’t cut yourself deeper,” before she seemed to set off again.! Aleks curiously watched the way her steps carried her back to the sink. Now that they had introduced themselves, the ice was broken? Or at least the thin layer that had whispered to him he ought to keep his distance. She seemed far tougher than some skittish creature after all. Therefore, Aleks followed. He shifted slightly to skirt one of the last tables, cutting between a large cauldron and a small shelf. This way, within a few steps and even fewer seconds, he managed to catch a glimpse inside the sink. Aleks had to crane his neck, his eyes narrowing into attentive slits. Something gleamed within and sparkled thin and transparent. Shards of glass spoke between red and water, offering an idea of what had happened. It must have shattered earlier, driving its sharp edges into her skin. At least, Aleks tried to explain it to himself that way. He lowered his head back into its normal position—partly so as not to spontaneously transform into a giraffe. The stuffy air was completely forgotten by now. The information mattered about as much as a child to the richest two percent of society. With another step toward her, Aleks leaned against the table to his left. His hip pressed into the edge, and a sigh slipped from his lips. The sharp wood tried him him with it‘s edge, but failed anyway. Peacefully, the corners of his mouth drew up. She seemed to mirror him or perhaps he mirrored her? Turned face to face, the moment suddenly felt disarmed, as though not even a comedic whirlwind could carry it off. Then, through the silence between them, her questions came shooting forth. It was almost startling how sharp they landed: “So why are you staying here after class? A conversation needed with the professor? Or perhaps some extra studying?” Even if she had done it consciously, the Gryffindor could not have managed to ask it any more precisely. Aleks lifted his shoulders and let them sink again—shrugging casually. The girl seemed to settle herself more comfortably into the conversation now. He watched as she hoisted herself onto the tabletop. Normally, he would have liked to follow suit, but instead pressed his hand against the wood first. Aleks could swear he already felt it giving way. “Oh, I was just finishing some notes for homework. My handwriting is crap, so I write slowly and had to go over it again…” The honesty all but spilled out of him, followed by a laugh at his own expense: “What about yours? Surely better than mine.”

Interaction: @Bree Grey ──────────── Speech:#84319f 20/9/2025 Blablala-Whale-Song-Singing-Dominance-Asserting

Word Count: 445
Ooc notes: Im so so sorry I took so long!

Interactions/Mentions: @Aleks Drašković
Date: Sept. 20th 2025