not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
Alissa would have attended the Charms activity even without the promise of snacks, but they were definitely an added bonus. She arrived in casual clothes she wouldn't mind getting dirty as instructed; a pair of jeans and a t-shirt bearing a quote from a muggle television show. When she arrived she made a beeline right for the snack table to see what the options were. She piled a few chocolates and a handful of pretzels onto a napkin, and stood idly snacking as she listened to the Professor explain the activity. Okay, she was into it. She liked the idea of thinking through latin roots as they related to spells, and was even more interested in the idea of thinking of their own incantations. She'd always thought the idea of creating new spells was cool. They had to come from somewhere.
After the explanation she made her way to a table. Many of them were filled with first years. While she wouldn't mind working with a first year she didn't want to be the oldest in a group. Too much pressure. Instead she sat herself down in a chair at a table with an older Ravenclaw boy (Ruari). She recognized him as in her house, but hadn't actually spoken to him before. There was no better time than the present. "Hello," she greeted cheerfully as she sat, setting her snacks down in front of her. She noticed the book of latin roots in front of him, and as she hadn't noticed where they were actually supposed to get them from, she just assumed that it was for the table to share. "Are you looking at any word in particular?" |