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The Ravenclaw Common Room is one of the airiest rooms at Hogwarts. You have to climb a tight spiral staircase to get to the beautiful room. It is a wide, circular room with midnight blue carpet, arched windows hung with blue and bronze silks, and a domed ceiling painted with stars and various constellations. It is located at the top of the seventh floor and the door to enter doesn't have a doorknob or keyhole, but a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. In order to enter the room, a person must answer a riddle asked by the eagle knocker; if they answer incorrectly, they must wait for someone else who gets it right.
During the day, Ravenclaw students have an excellent view of the school grounds, including the lake, Forbidden Forest, Quidditch pitch, Herbology gardens and the surrounding mountains. There is a small fireplace in one corner with a few couches surrounding it. The room is furnished with tables, chairs, and bookcases; and by the door leading up to the dormitories stands a tall statue of Rowena Ravenclaw made of white marble. A delicate looking circlet has been reproduced in marble on her head with the tiny words, 'Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure' etched into the intricate diadem. Past students claim that the sound of wind whistling around the windows of the tower is very relaxing while going to sleep or studying for classes.
SPOILER!!: Drawings of the Common Room from Former Ravenclaws
SPOILER!!: Diagram of Room Layout
When you first enter the Common Room, you are flanked on both sides with two huge bookshelves. These shelves are full of books from former students and professors. They are charmed to never leave the Common Room Area. Just past each bookshelf can be found a few Study Tables. These tables are here for you to work on homework or ask questions of fellow housemates about homework. But, unlike what the other houses think, there is always time for fun for Ravenclaws. Various board and card games can be found on the bottom shelf of one of the bookcases. Feel free to play games on the Study Tables, as well, but only once you are done with your homework. In the midst of all of the Study Tables, are two announcement boards, the Diadem and the Eagle's Nest. The Diadem is used to post announcements about class meeting times and homework assignments. The Eagle's Nest is where you can find all of the news from Hogwarts.
In the middle of the room is a seating area with a couple of couches and armchairs that the Head of House, Professor Cerulean, has charmed with a cushioning charm to make them extra comfy. On the far end of the circular-ish shaped room is a fireplace surrounded by Blue beanbag pillows and four couches. This is a popular area to lounge at and make friends or to just sit and read or work on homework.
On both sides of the fireplace are the famous arched windows. You can see all over the grounds and school from this vantage point. Feel free to take a seat on the cushioned window sills to work.
To the far right of the room is the beautiful statue of Rowena Ravenclaw with her infamous diadem. Keep an eye near her statue because the ghost is known to visit the Common Room and her favorite area to float is near the statue of herself.
Just past the statue is the staircase leading to the dormitories. The staircase splits at the top. The left side leads to the Girls Dorms and the right side leads to the Boys Dorms. Remember that each has been enchanted to insure that you don't venture up the wrong side.
Once answering the logical riddle at the entrance, come in, take a look around, have a seat and make new friends!
Hogsmeade was overrated. Well not REALLY, but Addy had some studying to do so she was going to have to pass on it rright now. Wrinkling her nose she lugged all over her books and crap down to the common room and plopped into HER chair.
Casting a quick glance around she smiled at the young girl with the frown in place. "Hey there!" she said absently before pulling her Herbology textbook from her bag and cracking it open.
BLAH!
Despite the BLAH she was thinking at the book she did have an increased interest in the subject thanks to Spike. HEHE.
There came a point where November contemplated reading over that awful book Professor Scabior had tossed at Eddie and Ezra - the History of Hogwarts, to figure out the ins and outs of this Voldemoldywhosit because the edging boredom and general poutiness of being a first year on a third year weekend was really quite bothersome. And then, as if maybe someone might be able to read her mind, an older girl had come to the otherwise quiet Common Room.
She offered November the sort of absent smile and hello that one utilized when they weren't really greeting you as they had much better things to do, and to November's disappointment, she opened a book like so many of the other people in the Common Room. All these people studying on this beautiful Hogsmeade weekend!
November planned not to let her get away with it. You didn't just greet someone like that and then go off into your own little study world. That was hardly fair at all, was it?
Grinning, she inched down the length of her couch, trying to get nearer to the girl. She supposed all the studiers wouldn't be terribly fond of her if she shouted a conversation down to the older girl.
"Hello!" she greeted back, trying to sound perfectly friendly and willing to converse because studying was terribly dull. She wasn't entirely sure if the tone was perfectly correct. "How come you're not in Hogsmeade?" she asked, altogether a little bluntly, but really, how else was one supposed to initiate conversation? Oh. Right. "I'm November. November Franze!"
Normally Addy might have snapped at the younger girl for interrupting her, but lately she had been in such a lovely mood she actually smiled. Looking up from her book she shrugged slightly. "There is really only so much one can see there, isn't there? Nothing exciting going on." No dates set up for this time seeing as she was busy with NEWT prepping, worry over job interviews, and every other teenage thing.
"It's nice to meet you, November. I'm Jacks. Or Addy. Whichever you wish to call me." November was a pretty name. If Addy had been blessed with a pretty name she wouldn't have so many nicknames instead. Heh. "I don't think we've ever met properly... what year are you in?" Of course Addy had a tendency to walk around with her head in the clouds so there is a good chance she had indeed met the kid before. Heh.
Appraising the older girl's response, she shrugged. "Wouldn't know, would I? Never been," she responded. She wasn't sure if she'd tired. Granted, she'd never been and couldn't have any idea what was there or why it was so special or why first years weren't allowed or what made third years any more special. But still! After a half year, she still quite enjoyed exploring the castle with Edita and Ezra. Surely they could make great fun in Hogsmeade, too.
"I just don't quite get how studying could be any more than Hogsmeade, whatever goes in there." Her nose wrinkled and she made an attempt to throw her feet up upon the table, but they weren't quite long enough. Eddie, though - she could've done it. "S'pose I'm just getting a bit stir-crazy, being cooped up here, though, yeah?"
As if this poor girl would have any idea.
"Those two are awfully different names," commented the first year lightly. "I mean. People call me Noe, but Noe's obviously from November. Which one is your name name? Jacks? Addy?" Her curiosity was innocent enough, and the inquisitive tone of her voice light. Nicknames were terribly personal, though, and she didn't like to tread on them where they oughtn't be used. It was an invasion of intimacy or something! "Oh. Er. Well. I'm just a first year," she admitted, before rushing to add, "But I don't suppose that should make you take me so lightly or coddle me much! I rather like being treated like everyone else."
Addy cast a sidelong glance at the younger girl and frowned. Well, how was SHE to know the girl had never been? I mean... her family could have taken her some time, couldn't they have? She could have LIVED in Hogsmeade, even. This was why Addy didn't talk to people much. They confused and irritated her. Of course, she only smiled and didn't let any of this show on her face as her brain flipped through possible scenarios in which the child COULD HAVE gone to Hogsmeade. Heh. "It's like any other Wizarding town, really." She never quite got what all of the fuss was about. She had, however, transferred into Hogwarts at an age that she could always go to the village. Perspective, right?
"Studying might not be as exciting as Hogsmeade, but it's far more important with NEWTs coming up in a few months. I need to prepare." Although, at the present moment she didn't mind the distraction in the slightest. Gently closing her book and setting it aside she pulled her feet into her seat and surveyed the child. SHe was cute in that annoying little sibling way, Addy supposed. Asked a lot of questions. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though.
She got a stamp of approval so far.
Giggling Addy shook her head. "Technically neither is my real name. My given name is Jacklyn Addeline. Some people call me Jacks for short, and others use Addy. I let everyone decide which they think suits me better. I am not picky." This little girl was just getting more precious by the second. Others might be put off by her bluntness, but Addy LOVED it.
"I had absolutely no intention of coddling you due to your age. Coddling does no one any good. All of these kids around here calling older students their Mommy's and what not is pretty disturbing to me. Clearly there are some deep rooted underlying issues there." Freud would have a field day with Hogwarts students if he was still around.
Rishi stumbled on into the common room but straightened his back immediately and flattened his shirt, removing imaginary dust from his clothes. A book sat in his arm but he carried it so loosely it looked as if it were about to fall out. He cleared his throat, glanced around the room. Nothing but a bunch of girls chatting up a storm. At the moment. he remained friendless which was something he enjoyed from time to time. Friends were nothing more than disposable toys that could played with for a short while and then tossed out as soon as they no longer held his interest. Rishi strut around the room before finding a nice comfortable chair, sinking himself into the soft cushion, and opening up his book to page that had been doggy-eared.
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November eyed the girl warily - not in the way a distrustful animal did, but in the way an exhausted professor might warily eye their student. She supposed it was quite fair, the way she summed it up, and yet. "I've been to Diagon Alley. I s'pose that counts, but mostly it was just shopping business and never wandering around on my own business. Guess it doesn't help that I don't really have money for my own." She tucked one of her legs beneath her kicked out the other one towards the table she didn't quite reach. "Haven't really got out much though without my parents honestly! I went to a muggle primary school for a short, short time. Mum said they ran out of excuses for my behavior and I'd learnt 'the necessities' or whatever."
She shrugged. The situation then hadn't been in her hands, really, had it?
NEWTS. November's brow furrowed a bit and she debated against asking after them. They'd been mentioned by older students - in conversations she was listening in on - and she didn't want to appear terribly dim in front of one, so she nodded as if she understood. She quite expected the girl to send her away, as studying was apparently quite important, but contrary to her words, she closed up the book. This was quite fine in November's mind. Too much studying made you mad - and friendless, likely!
"I'd never give out my middle name as a chosen name," admitted November, leaning in as if this was a great secret. "It's Melody, see? And I'm certainly not a Melody, I don't suppose. I picture Melody with curls and golden hair and in dresses - not that I don't like dresses, cos I quite enjoy them and a good ruffle - but I picture Melody in ruffled dresses all the time playing tea time with her dolls and other dainty girls and I'm not really. November is much more me, I think. Noe is a fair nickname, though, because it feels me. Do you feel more like an Addy or a Jacks? Jacks sounds good - has a nice ring to it! Doesn't it feel weird, though, letting others decide what they think suits you? Supposing if I let Carver pick which he thought suited me better, I might not like it. Which is fair. He just calls me Franze out loud anyway!"
The words bubbled from her with ease - this older student, Addy, Jacks - was nice and easy, in a comfortable manner. And she wasn't making any faces of strain. Ezra tended to tune out November, she was sure of it. This made Noe sit up higher on the couch.
She found certain relief in knowing Addy/Jacks wouldn't be coddling her - she hoped this also including patronizing and the likes. Horror twisted her features when she mentioned the students who referred to older ones as "Mommy". Lips pulling back in horror, she shook her head, sending her loose hair flying.
"You're lying!" she hoped out loud, eyes wide. Glancing around the Common Room, she saw few still in the Common Room, but sometime during the spans of the converse of the conversation, a familiar but relatively unknown student had joined them. She knew him only as a fellow first year from classes and the sorting. "You haven't done that, have you?" she asked him, blinking her eyes. "Have you heard anyone do that? Horrid! Weird! That's what it is!" she added, nodding to the older girl. "Very deep-rooted," she agreed, with only the faintest idea what exactly that meant.
"You're lying!" she hoped out loud, eyes wide. Glancing around the Common Room, she saw few still in the Common Room, but sometime during the spans of the converse of the conversation, a familiar but relatively unknown student had joined them. She knew him only as a fellow first year from classes and the sorting. "You haven't done that, have you?" she asked him, blinking her eyes. "Have you heard anyone do that? Horrid! Weird! That's what it is!" she added, nodding to the older girl. "Very deep-rooted," she agreed, with only the faintest idea what exactly that meant.
Rishi looked up from his book, startled by the sound of a girl yelling at him from across the room. He turned his head and tilted it to the right, widening his eyes and raising his eyebrows. Done what? Heard what? What could possibly be so horrid and weird that this girl had to actually shout out to him like a wild animal? For a moment, Rishi was reminded of his one and only trip to a zoo in India where he saw monkeys jumping about and screeching. That was what this girl reminded her of. A stinky, screeching monkey. And perhaps a bit of hyena, too. Rishi kept his distance from the girl, fearing that if he came any closer, she would bite his head off like a hyena.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about." he said as he stuck his nose in his book, hoping she would end the conversation. Then again, hyenas and monkeys never do keep quiet.
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Wrinkling her nose, November eyed the boy. How rude, to stick his nose in that book while she was talking to him! If he didn't want to be bothered, why was he in the Common Room? He ought to just go to the boys dorm! Or the library! That's what they were for! Did he not know the purpose of the Common Room? It named itself!
She pointed her thumb over at Jacks. "She says that some students do disturbing things, like calling older students 'Mummy'! Sounds rather weird, if you ask me." Not that he was asking.
But she liked to think maybe hers was the opinion he didn't know he wanted.
"What're you reading? You can come join us, you know! You're a first year, too, yeah? Like me! I'm November. And this is Jacks. Or Addy. Jacklyn Addeline. She says she let's people choose to call her what they think fits her best. Personally I'd rather not leave it up to people, but I suppose that makes her rather bold. I don't recall your name, I'm sorry."
She must be joking, continuing to disturb him a second time when he clearly had a book in front him. Then again, he saw it coming with her loud and irritating voice. Definitely a hyena-monkey cross and definitely someone deserving of the mean look he shot at her with his brow furrowed, his eyes slightly squinted, and his lips pressed together hard. Then, he relaxed his face as she said mummy. "How absolutely childish. Who even calls their mother 'mummy' anymore? I stopped calling my mother that before I could even speak." It was quite juvenile, though, and not to mention more creepy than weird. Why would you treat an older student as if they were your parent? It wasn't right and to Rishi, it meant disregarding and disrespecting one's actual parents, and he was no one to do either.
The girl seemed to have invited him over, though Rishi was hesitant, still fearful of the possibility she might bite his head off and chew it up, perhaps sharing the meal with her little friend. Nevertheless, he closed his book, stood up, and took each step he made over to the girl with as much caution as possible. The girl was also first year, though, she behaved like someone who should not even be in school just yet. "November?" Rishi began to laugh uncontrollably, clutching his stomach. When calmed himself down and caught his breath, he continued. "What kind of a name is that? Why would your parents name you after a month?" Truly, though, it was a incredibly stupid name. The names of months are just that and any sensible person would name their child with a meaningful name. He turned to the other girl whom he had absolutely no interest in. She seemed quite confusing with two different names. Why did everyone have such a complicated time choosing one decent name for themselves?
"I'm Rishi Kapoor." he said, sticking a hand out.
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Presley dropped her bag on the ground and sat down in a cozy armchair. She just wanted to go to sleep. But there was still homework to do, and she had promised herself she was going to clean her stuff up today. She wondered why her dorm-mates hadn't compained. Really, her stuff was everywhere.
Plus, her feet needed bandaging. But that was gross to do in the common room. She'd do that later. Sighing, she pulled out a heavy book, and some parchment, and started taking notes. Exams were so close already. She couldn't afford to slack off right now. Even if she really wanted to.
Patrick slumped through the door into the common room, holding a pair of textbooks under one arm and a package of alchemical supplies in the other. He looked stressed, perhaps even overwhelmed. He had big, purple bags under his eyes and his hair was messy. His movements were fatigued and slow, forming an illusion of relaxation as he struggled to even keep his eyes open.
With a heavy sigh, he sauntered over to a chair in the middle of the common room, across from a rather familiar Sixth-Year girl taking notes, seeming to do so quite reluctantly. He placed the package and the Textbook on the table in front of him, and slumped down into the chair, thankful that he finally had a moment to rest.
Patrick slumped through the door into the common room, holding a pair of textbooks under one arm and a package of alchemical supplies in the other. He looked stressed, perhaps even overwhelmed. He had big, purple bags under his eyes and his hair was messy. His movements were fatigued and slow, forming an illusion of relaxation as he struggled to even keep his eyes open.
With a heavy sigh, he sauntered over to a chair in the middle of the common room, across from a rather familiar Sixth-Year girl taking notes, seeming to do so quite reluctantly. He placed the package and the Textbook on the table in front of him, and slumped down into the chair, thankful that he finally had a moment to rest.
She was probably looking for a distraction, so Presley was grateful when someone sat down in the chair next to hers. He looked a little familiar, but she didn't think they'd ever actually met. "Long day?" she asked, looking to initiate conversation. She glanced down at her notes again, and realized she'd written the same thing twice. This was not a good time to be studying.
"You have no idea." Patrick grumbled into his sleeve before taking a look at Presley again, noting that she didn't look too thrilled to have to be awake either, and reconsidering his response.
"On second thought, maybe you do." he said before letting out a long overdue yawn. "And I still have to finish a six page report entitled 'Screamershrooms and other Loud Fungi', by tomorrow morning." He whimpered defeatedly.
He pointed a tired finger at the package on the table. "Those things start screeching and howling if you so much as pick them up too fast. I've never had a worse headache in my life.". The package seemed innocent enough, but with the way Patrick looked at it, it may as well have been a ticking time-bomb.
Addy listened to the girl babble for a bit, smiling as she did. Wow she didn;t stop for air very often, did she? Heh. It was a kid thing, she supposed.
Casting a glance at the kid November was shouting at she chuckled. Well HE looked like a ray of sunshine, that one. "We must NEVER call me Jacklyn Addeline. Jacks or Addy. And I let people choose because I feel a kinship with both names. I am not fussy about it." She gave a soft smile and then began digging through her bag for a hair band.
And they both seemed very disturbed by the Hogwartians who called the older kids their mommy's. It WAS disturbing after all. Nodding solemnly she sighed. "I promise, I have heard that or some other idol worship nonsense around here. It's clear these kids don't get enough attention at home. The older ones, that is. They need younger kids fawning over them like that. They should find hobbies. And I call my mother Matilda. Or I call her nothing more often than not considering I don't speak to her." Although she still called her father Daddy. Hehe. She would keep that to herself.
Finally emerging with the hair band she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail and then stuck her hand out to the Rishi kid. "Jacks. Nice to meet you. Or Addy. Whatever."
November blinked at the boy. At this point, she could not tell if he was simply being a prat to be a prat or if he was the sort of boy born a prat and forever a prat. Either way, he was certainly one enough! After a few moment, she pursed her lips, attempting to choose her words carefully, because what she really wanted to do was perhaps smack his head with his own book. Instead, she finally said, "Well, aren't you quite the clever one?"
She quite hoped he understood sarcasm.
Turning to Addy, she wrinkled her nose. "I'm starting to wonder if Hogwarts addles brains," she confessed. "Too many people spending too much time with their noses in books." She cocked her head towards the boy as if he was an indicator. "There's just quite a lot of odd going about, and odd personalities and, just, oddness." This, she realized, was not terribly descriptive, and she puffed out her cheeks for a moment, releasing her breath to blow on her fringe. "Anyway. I suppose, maybe, being away from parents for too long just doesn't settle well with some. Perhaps."
She had hoped, though, she might've bought him some favor points when he made his way over. Perhaps he was opening up to the idea of acquaintanceship, perhaps a future friendship full of secrets and giggling and shared homework. Instead, he was laughing wildly at her name. Enough so she locked her fingers together to resist grabbing his book and really hitting him over the head with it.
November lifted her chin, making an attempt to look down her nose at him. "I hardly see the humor," she sneered. "My name's quite interesting enough! And you! Like your name is any less funny!" It was actually an interesting name and she would've liked to tell him this, but the insult on her own name ruffled too many feathers.
Nevertheless, she opted to be the bigger person here, because clearly this prat was not going to be so. Frowning deeply, she reached out and shook his hand. "I'd say it's a pleasure," she said in a lofty tone, "but that remains to be seen."
"You have no idea." Patrick grumbled into his sleeve before taking a look at Presley again, noting that she didn't look too thrilled to have to be awake either, and reconsidering his response.
"On second thought, maybe you do." he said before letting out a long overdue yawn. "And I still have to finish a six page report entitled 'Screamershrooms and other Loud Fungi', by tomorrow morning." He whimpered defeatedly.
He pointed a tired finger at the package on the table. "Those things start screeching and howling if you so much as pick them up too fast. I've never had a worse headache in my life.". The package seemed innocent enough, but with the way Patrick looked at it, it may as well have been a ticking time-bomb.
Presley nodded. He must be in her year. How did she not know him? Did she really live that much inside her own little bubble? Since they were discussing things that made them tired..."I have a dance audition next week that I'm not prepared for, still trying to get all O's, deal with a cousin whose only living parent skipped out on her, and I am in desparate need of a new hair color." Okay, so the last one didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, but it was always helpful to look pretty at auditions. As much as everyone claimed it was all about talent, everyone knew that the prettier you were the more attention they paid to you.
She glanced at the package the boy carried. "Do you have screamershrooms in that?" she asked. Eyeing it cautiously, she really hoped he didn't. Those things could give you the worst headache.
The name business was too much for Rishi. Jacks or Addy? How was he supposed to know which was more appropriate? "I'll call you whatever your parents call you." he said to this name-confused girl with his nose up in the air. She may be older than him but she sure seemed quite dumb and indecisive. After all, she might as well be calling him "daddy" which this pick-and-choose business and he was no parent to some old lady.
His attention move back to the other girl, the one named after a month. It was still quite amusing and he just had to find enough opportunities to make fun of her. Of course, no ideas came into mind but they will, sure enough. "Why, yes. I am very clever. Thank you very much." And it was true! He excelled in such worthy subjects like arithmancy and potions, all of which he found far more important and interesting than some ridiculous magical history lesson which had no part to play in his future.
Naturally, of course, the girl went on and on about being odd. "Are you sure you aren't odd?" he said under his breath, half hoping she would hear and half hoping she wouldn't.
"How dare you! My name is interesting! In Hindi, it means 'sage'. What is the meaning of your name?" Rishi tilted his head to the side and made a sarcastic thoughtful face as stroked his chin. "Oh, right. It is a boring old month which means you must be a boring person with a touch of oddness." Rishi stuck his tongue at the girl. He made sure she wouldn't get away with insulting his name or his parents' decision to give him such a wonderful and meaningful name. This girl's parents were clearly out of creative ideas and went with the name of a month. How boring and uninspired!
And to think, this girl...November, as she called herself, almost considered this meeting a pleasure. It was not pleasurable at all, aside from the amusement he found in two weirdos with indecisive and absurd names.
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Presley nodded. He must be in her year. How did she not know him? Did she really live that much inside her own little bubble? Since they were discussing things that made them tired..."I have a dance audition next week that I'm not prepared for, still trying to get all O's, deal with a cousin whose only living parent skipped out on her, and I am in desparate need of a new hair color." Okay, so the last one didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, but it was always helpful to look pretty at auditions. As much as everyone claimed it was all about talent, everyone knew that the prettier you were the more attention they paid to you.
She glanced at the package the boy carried. "Do you have screamershrooms in that?" she asked. Eyeing it cautiously, she really hoped he didn't. Those things could give you the worst headache.
Patrick nodded his head slowly as the familiar girl explained her situation. He certainly understood her, although he had never personally been stuck dealing with a younger family member like that. He had never gone to a dance audition, nor could he remember ever having any issues with his own hair color, but he could still relate. He had his own problems to deal with that he could equate with hers, and with all the stress that seemed to be going around like the flu, it wouldn't surprise him if everyone in the room, if not the whole school knew exactly how they felt.
"I'm afraid so." He admitted with a heavy sigh. "But one of these books talks about a charm you can use to shut them up if you mess up and accidentally get them going." He reached for one of the textbooks he had rested on the table and opened it in the middle, flipping through the pages until he seemingly found what he was looking for. "Sonus Confuto." He read. "Renders the target not only completely mute, but also unable to produce any sound at all." He looked up at the girl, making sure he conveyed just how promising the spell had sounded when he first found it. "Any sound that is produced directly or indirectly by the victim organically or artificially is muffled. Other ways to produce sound such as ringing a bell etc. is also rendered inaudible."
He looked up at the girl and shook his head. "I can't for the life of me get it to work, though." He put the book back on the table and glared at the parcel next to it. "I have half a mind to just throw the damn things in the fireplace and get them out of my hair."
Addy smiled at November as she went a mini tirade about the oddness of Hogwarts. "Oh honey, you'll see that there is always something strange going on around here. It's the way things are. I am not sure this place addles brains though, seeing as I still have my wits about me." Although the argument could be made that she had not been there since the first year she was old enough to go to Wizarding school. But that was neither here nor there.
Turning her attention to the boy who had been shouted over to join them she quickly narrowed her eyes. "You most certainly will not call me what my parents call me. And with your nose that high in the air yoiu may ought to watch where you're walking... I would certainly hate to see you trip and fall." She was lying of course. She would trip him if she had half a chance.
Listening to the exchange between the two kids she stood and placed her hands on her hips glaring from one to the other. "Now let me tell you this; if you two plan to continue this arguing nonsense then please go find somewhere else to do it and don't disrupt our common room. I will call a Prefect in to handle it if it continues." Casting one more scathing glance at Rice Krispy or whatever his name was she snatched up her book and turned on her heel.
"November, it was a pleasure to meet you, dear. If you need anything you can always find me in the Seventh Year dorms. Or around here studying or some such." Then with a little smile and a wave she began stomping off toward her dorm.
Patrick nodded his head slowly as the familiar girl explained her situation. He certainly understood her, although he had never personally been stuck dealing with a younger family member like that. He had never gone to a dance audition, nor could he remember ever having any issues with his own hair color, but he could still relate. He had his own problems to deal with that he could equate with hers, and with all the stress that seemed to be going around like the flu, it wouldn't surprise him if everyone in the room, if not the whole school knew exactly how they felt.
"I'm afraid so." He admitted with a heavy sigh. "But one of these books talks about a charm you can use to shut them up if you mess up and accidentally get them going." He reached for one of the textbooks he had rested on the table and opened it in the middle, flipping through the pages until he seemingly found what he was looking for. "Sonus Confuto." He read. "Renders the target not only completely mute, but also unable to produce any sound at all." He looked up at the girl, making sure he conveyed just how promising the spell had sounded when he first found it. "Any sound that is produced directly or indirectly by the victim organically or artificially is muffled. Other ways to produce sound such as ringing a bell etc. is also rendered inaudible."
He looked up at the girl and shook his head. "I can't for the life of me get it to work, though." He put the book back on the table and glared at the parcel next to it. "I have half a mind to just throw the damn things in the fireplace and get them out of my hair."
Presley almost laughed at how earnest he was to convince her the spell was a good one. Ravenclaw's...but she was sure she would have done the same thing, so she didn't. She did laugh when he mentioned throwing his shrooms into the fireplace. "That might acheive desired results, but certainly not the grade," she chuckled. She absolutely felt the same way about her own homework.
She looked back down to her work and finished up the note she'd been in the middle of, and looked back up. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Presley." If he already knew that, this would be awkward, because she certainly didn't know his name..
Patrick smiled gratefully at Presley's laughter. If he couldn't make her as enthusiastic about the charm as he was, he could at least get a chuckle out of her. "Oh, the things we do for higher learning." He grumbled, eyeing the parcel on the table. It was understandable that he would be more excited about this silencing charm, seeing as he was the one who had to lug around the god forsaken screamershrooms. Not to mention the fact that he had discovered the charm all on his own, through research and meticulously delving into the schools resources. Few can hope to understand the joy such a feat brings to the average Ravenclaw student.
"I'm Patrick." He introduced himself with a smile and a wave. "I'm confused as to why we've not spoken before now." He said, his gaze trickling down to the book and the parcel on the table. "I wish we could have met under less.. Stressful circumstances. It's crazy how busy things have been around here lately." he added, sinking into the chair. The day had been long and full of work, work, work, and even more work. He was glad to finally get to relax a little.
Patrick smiled gratefully at Presley's laughter. If he couldn't make her as enthusiastic about the charm as he was, he could at least get a chuckle out of her. "Oh, the things we do for higher learning." He grumbled, eyeing the parcel on the table. It was understandable that he would be more excited about this silencing charm, seeing as he was the one who had to lug around the god forsaken screamershrooms. Not to mention the fact that he had discovered the charm all on his own, through research and meticulously delving into the schools resources. Few can hope to understand the joy such a feat brings to the average Ravenclaw student.
"I'm Patrick." He introduced himself with a smile and a wave. "I'm confused as to why we've not spoken before now." He said, his gaze trickling down to the book and the parcel on the table. "I wish we could have met under less.. Stressful circumstances. It's crazy how busy things have been around here lately." he added, sinking into the chair. The day had been long and full of work, work, work, and even more work. He was glad to finally get to relax a little.
The sixth year girl nodded. Higher learning. And it would only get worse when she started healer training, and that internship next year. Something was going to have to give. Presley glanced sideways at the parcel. He did say he couldn't get a hold of the spell. If those things erupted right now, she might throw them in the fire for him.
"Nice to meet you Patrick." Really, they had to have met sometime. They were in the same year, in the same house. "You've been going here since first year, right?" she verified. Because maybe he had just transfered? Or maybe Presley never noticed anything and was a complete idiot.
She nodded in agreement. "Just imagine next year. NEWT's, pressure to secure a job after Hogwarts, moving away from parents, finding our own places to live..." the thought made her shudder. Not that she wasn't ecstatic about moving on in life, she was. Just the thought of the juggling act next year would be was a little frightening.
The name business was too much for Rishi. Jacks or Addy? How was he supposed to know which was more appropriate? "I'll call you whatever your parents call you." he said to this name-confused girl with his nose up in the air. She may be older than him but she sure seemed quite dumb and indecisive. After all, she might as well be calling him "daddy" which this pick-and-choose business and he was no parent to some old lady.
His attention move back to the other girl, the one named after a month. It was still quite amusing and he just had to find enough opportunities to make fun of her. Of course, no ideas came into mind but they will, sure enough. "Why, yes. I am very clever. Thank you very much." And it was true! He excelled in such worthy subjects like arithmancy and potions, all of which he found far more important and interesting than some ridiculous magical history lesson which had no part to play in his future.
Naturally, of course, the girl went on and on about being odd. "Are you sure you aren't odd?" he said under his breath, half hoping she would hear and half hoping she wouldn't.
"How dare you! My name is interesting! In Hindi, it means 'sage'. What is the meaning of your name?" Rishi tilted his head to the side and made a sarcastic thoughtful face as stroked his chin. "Oh, right. It is a boring old month which means you must be a boring person with a touch of oddness." Rishi stuck his tongue at the girl. He made sure she wouldn't get away with insulting his name or his parents' decision to give him such a wonderful and meaningful name. This girl's parents were clearly out of creative ideas and went with the name of a month. How boring and uninspired!
And to think, this girl...November, as she called herself, almost considered this meeting a pleasure. It was not pleasurable at all, aside from the amusement he found in two weirdos with indecisive and absurd names.
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Addy smiled at November as she went a mini tirade about the oddness of Hogwarts. "Oh honey, you'll see that there is always something strange going on around here. It's the way things are. I am not sure this place addles brains though, seeing as I still have my wits about me." Although the argument could be made that she had not been there since the first year she was old enough to go to Wizarding school. But that was neither here nor there.
Turning her attention to the boy who had been shouted over to join them she quickly narrowed her eyes. "You most certainly will not call me what my parents call me. And with your nose that high in the air yoiu may ought to watch where you're walking... I would certainly hate to see you trip and fall." She was lying of course. She would trip him if she had half a chance.
Listening to the exchange between the two kids she stood and placed her hands on her hips glaring from one to the other. "Now let me tell you this; if you two plan to continue this arguing nonsense then please go find somewhere else to do it and don't disrupt our common room. I will call a Prefect in to handle it if it continues." Casting one more scathing glance at Rice Krispy or whatever his name was she snatched up her book and turned on her heel.
"November, it was a pleasure to meet you, dear. If you need anything you can always find me in the Seventh Year dorms. Or around here studying or some such." Then with a little smile and a wave she began stomping off toward her dorm.
"Well now you've gone and done it!" said November, rounding on the boy after Addy left. "You actually chased away someone who was having a rather lovely conversation with me!" She rather liked the older girl, too, and now she looked silly and downright childish, which was the opposite effect she'd been intending to have. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks in red patches of shame, and she had to lock her jaw least her chin warble or her tongue betray her with a lashing of childish proportions.
And still, the betrayal was her own, when she folded her arms across her chest and jutted out her chin at him.
"Do you even know what it means to be nice?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound lofty. Ezra Carver might pick fights with her and was a general prat, but this boy was a monster who made Carver looks sweet and well-mannered. "All I did was invite you over and tried to engage you in friendly conversation. Do you hate people? Have you something against friendship and kindness and the such, because at the rate you're going, you certainly aren't going to make any friends."
And then, because she was feeling quite petulant about it all, she wrinkled her nose and made a face at him.
His name really was quite interesting, too. But hers was just as well, darn it!
The sixth year girl nodded. Higher learning. And it would only get worse when she started healer training, and that internship next year. Something was going to have to give. Presley glanced sideways at the parcel. He did say he couldn't get a hold of the spell. If those things erupted right now, she might throw them in the fire for him.
"Nice to meet you Patrick." Really, they had to have met sometime. They were in the same year, in the same house. "You've been going here since first year, right?" she verified. Because maybe he had just transfered? Or maybe Presley never noticed anything and was a complete idiot.
She nodded in agreement. "Just imagine next year. NEWT's, pressure to secure a job after Hogwarts, moving away from parents, finding our own places to live..." the thought made her shudder. Not that she wasn't ecstatic about moving on in life, she was. Just the thought of the juggling act next year would be was a little frightening.
With a smile and a nod, Patrick made an effort not to look at the parcel, no matter how much it worried him. All of this was just a little bit too much, and if the Shrooms started hollering, he'd lose it. He tensed up as the parcel made a little peep, letting out a loud sigh of relief when the noise didn't escalate any further than that.
"Nice to meet you too, Presley." He said uncharacteristically cheerfully. He nodded at her question, looking a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I've been around since first year. I've never been very outgoing though. I remember hiding away a lot back in year one and two." He explained. "It's not your fault, Just me being shy." He crossed his arms slowly as Presley spoke about next year. Even more stress? Patrick wasn't quite sure whether or not he could take any more. No matter how necessary it was going to be. He already felt like he was this close to snapping like a twig. "Oh Merlin's Beard.." He whimpered, covering his face with one hand. "That'll be fun."
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