Text Cut: Treyen
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That was all he needed to know. No help will be given to her, at least not on his part. And not in Potions. He already said he could, she just had to want it. Okay, forget everything her mother had said, and even forget what her father had said, Treyen actually agreed with her father. The exams were there for a reason, but he also knew that Ellie wasn't going to be a Potioneer for the rest of her life.
As great as Treyen was in Potions, he wasn't going to spend his life working on them. He could at least try to finish the one he started with Sierra, but that was a different topic.
So, out of what Ellie said, Treyen just said one thing, "I believe you can do better than what you think you can." She could get an A in Potions...if tutored the right way. As far as Astronomy goes...well...he wouldn't mind checking out the stars with her every night until she got it right...but he wasn't the best in that class.
He shook his head, "This isn't about me." The boy smiled, HE was the one that brought himself up in the conversation. "But whilst I did pass all my OWLs...I was the only one who seemed worried about them. No one really cared, which isn't your case." BOTH her mother and father seemed to care enough. "My grandmother was actually surprised to see my grades, she didn't think I was a good student or something," he shrugged, the REAL case had been that she hadn't thought Treyen could outshine Kaika in that way, especially after all the trouble Treyen had caused when he was younger.
Oh, it was her third year? That meant it was his fourth. Makes total sense, considering that fifth year was so close to it.
Okay? Okay as in...she wasn't going to worry anymore?
And now he smiled, "I wouldn't mention this to any other Captain, though, since it's not precisely fair that you get to keep those game plays instead of the Hufflepuff one." Weren't Hufflepuffs fair players, eh?
The smile remained, even at the mention of Quidditch, "Isn't it obvious? It's something you enjoy and...you know, one Slytherin girl told me that one should work on what one enjoys, otherwise it's no fun at all." Harlow Riddle. Nice girl. She owed him a book. "Besides Quidditch...," he started, "...and me...," he was positively smirking, "...what interests you?" it was a VERY GOOD question, because he was slightly clueless about it. Sure, she liked chocolate, but most people did, and those that didn't...like Evelyn...were scary to begin with.
Chocolate isn't an interest, it was just something you liked or not. So, it didn't count.
Her eyebrow shot up.
"Between having hardly any Potions education, refusing to drink them, and refusing to brew them?" A D was all she would even be able to
hope for.
"Maybe I shouldn't take it... I mean...what could Mum possibly do after the fact?" Punish her? What would be the point of that?
Treyen was smiling, so so was Ellie.
"Caring and worrying are different. They could care," Ellie cared about his exams,
"But you're an amazing student. There was nothing to worry about." Besides...whatever his grandmother was thinking...really? How could she not know how brilliant Treyen was?
"My parents don't think I'll do well." Which meant that they had no faith in her....well, in her.
"So they're nagging me about studying." Which she SO didn't want to do. She had to practice, anyway. She had a LOT of practicing to do.
The book, yeah. She still had it open at a random page. The play on it looked quite interesting, actually, but she could study it later.
"Thank you," she said, closing the book and grinning. And, of course she wouldn't tell any other Captain. Or anyone, actually. Because who's to say that no one else wouldn't tell?
Obvious that that was what he meant? Or that that was what she could do. Because the latter seemed obvious to so many people.
"I do enjoy it..." And she could TOTALLY see herself doing it. Moreso now that Treyen's suggested it than when Nia or
Professor Bentley did. Plus, you didn't need a Potions NEWT to play.
"There should be an OWL in flying." She'd O that.
GOOD question, Treyen. She placed her head on his shoulder and bit her lip as she thought about it. Thought about it probably for longer than the average person should have to think about such a question.
"I...I don't know...?" That was...bad. Wasn't that bad? Did she really have no life outside Quidditch? No interests?
It was actually kind of a scary thought.