He wouldn't be hiding out in the Common Room again, at least not so soon after he'd last been discovered. It was one thing to be forced over to a Transfiguration Lesson but this hour was for Charms and the boy was determined to miss the whole thing. It was just as well he did. What would he learn that he couldn't teach himself--besides what a door was and what he was meant to do with it.

Blaise found himself an empty corridor on the fifth floor, charms book in hand, wand in pocket. When he felt he'd found a good enough spot to avoid detection, the boy flopped to the floor with the book set before him.

This was how he'd begun spending his time when he skipped classes. Trying to teach himself something away from prying, expectant eyes that either waited for him to fail or demanded great miracles on the first go. Alone there was no pressure to get it right. No one to notice his many failures and an hour where he was guaranteed some quiet practice.

The young Gryffindor placed the quill by the book, then glanced down at the pages once more to be sure he was getting the wand movement right. "Wingardium...Leviosa....Win-gar-dium Le-vi-osa...." It wouldn't make the quill into a quick quotes but it was a start he supposed. "Wingardium Leviosa." And slowly the quill began to ride. Not very high and not all at once but it was no longer on the ground.

SPOILER!!: Blaise!

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He wouldn't be hiding out in the Common Room again, at least not so soon after he'd last been discovered. It was one thing to be forced over to a Transfiguration Lesson but this hour was for Charms and the boy was determined to miss the whole thing. It was just as well he did. What would he learn that he couldn't teach himself--besides what a door was and what he was meant to do with it.

Blaise found himself an empty corridor on the fifth floor, charms book in hand, wand in pocket. When he felt he'd found a good enough spot to avoid detection, the boy flopped to the floor with the book set before him.

This was how he'd begun spending his time when he skipped classes. Trying to teach himself something away from prying, expectant eyes that either waited for him to fail or demanded great miracles on the first go. Alone there was no pressure to get it right. No one to notice his many failures and an hour where he was guaranteed some quiet practice.

The young Gryffindor placed the quill by the book, then glanced down at the pages once more to be sure he was getting the wand movement right. "Wingardium...Leviosa....Win-gar-dium Le-vi-osa...." It wouldn't make the quill into a quick quotes but it was a start he supposed. "Wingardium Leviosa." And slowly the quill began to ride. Not very high and not all at once but it was no longer on the ground.

With no lesson to teach until this evening, Airey was taking advantage of the quiet corridors and going on a stroll - will Pebbles on her pink leash, of course. There was much on the man's mind these days, with big news both from home and from his sister hanging over his head on top of the rest of his duties in the castle, and he was trying to clear his mind by whistling to himself. He was almost off in his own little world enough to think nothing of the student sitting in the corridor. But as it was, the man was selectively observant and thus did a proper double take when he saw a quill rise slowly into the air.

"Mr. Blaise?" he said, his eyes wide and head nodding slowly in approval. "This is...sweet solstice. I am very impressed right now." Perhaps this was to be the term where he seriously misjudged all this students, which would make him quite the hypocrite considering what all he preached. "This is outstanding to see."

Much like the day before, the quill went to about the height of his head before simply falling to the floor. He could easily have resented this, were it not for the fact the day before that, he could hardly get it to rise above his stomach. Slow progress was still progress--unseen progress with him opting to keep this to himself.

Again, he gave the spell a try. "Wingardium Leviosa." And again, it began it's slow ascent but this time it wasted little time in flopping to the floor at the sound of his name.

Wide, brown eyes shot to the top of the Corridor where his Head of House stood, watching him. Caught skipping twice in a week, what honestly was his luck? Quick as he could, the boy pocketed the wand and quill then grabbed his text and slammed it shut.

"I...it...uh..." In the middle of an excuse he would no doubt have to pull out of thin air, his brain finally processed the words the man was using. Impressed? Outstanding?

...

"....What...?" Blink.

SPOILER!!: BLAISE

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Much like the day before, the quill went to about the height of his head before simply falling to the floor. He could easily have resented this, were it not for the fact the day before that, he could hardly get it to rise above his stomach. Slow progress was still progress--unseen progress with him opting to keep this to himself.

Again, he gave the spell a try. "Wingardium Leviosa." And again, it began it's slow ascent but this time it wasted little time in flopping to the floor at the sound of his name.

Wide, brown eyes shot to the top of the Corridor where his Head of House stood, watching him. Caught skipping twice in a week, what honestly was his luck? Quick as he could, the boy pocketed the wand and quill then grabbed his text and slammed it shut.

"I...it...uh..." In the middle of an excuse he would no doubt have to pull out of thin air, his brain finally processed the words the man was using. Impressed? Outstanding?

...

"....What...?" Blink.

It had yet to register in the professor's mind the time of day and where Mr. Blaise OUGHT to be right now, so for now the young man's apprehensive looks registered as nothing more than embarrassment for being spotted when one thought they had complete isolation while in the middle of something. Like when he played with his action figures in his office and there came a knock at the door.

Oh sweet solstice nooooooooooo don't put it away! It had been the first time in a LONG while that he had seen the young man holding his wand with intent. Not just intent but ALSO execution. "There is absolutely no need to put that away, Mr. Blaise," he assured the Gryffindor as he slid down the wall to sit beside him. Seemed a bit...awkward and counterproductive to stand there looming over him. "You have no idea how relieved and please I am to see you taking it upon yourself to practice on your own." So really, take that back out and have pride in wielding it.

"What was it you were practicing just now?"

Pieces of the puzzle that was Mr. Blaise class schedule? Still not entirely falling into place. Yet.

By the time the Professor slid down into the seat next to him, Blaise was convinced the man was trying to lower him into a false sense of security before stunning him and hauling him off to his charms lesson. The man had never done it before but what if this was it? What if he'd driven him to excessive force and would have to reap that however it went? Protesting would surely be out, with him unable to speak. He might just wake up staring at the big, bald headed man with no memory of how he got there.

And there were more words making no sense given the context. Pleased? Relieved? What honestly was he meant to make of thi--OOOHHHHH.

Well. Now he had an entirely different reason for having stashed his book and wand. "It's not something I prefer to do when others are watching. Kinda...keeps the pressure off getting it right, you know?" Because there was always pressure, even if others couldn't see it.

"It was the levitating spell." He said after another moment of careful thought. In his mind, he was still trying to piece together whether he was being given a pass to skip class or if the man was genuinely oblivious to the time of day. For now he would play it safe. Mention NOTHING about where he was MEANT to be. "The new wand you gave me's been cooperating slowly so...I dunno...that maybe I'd make use of it and if I was really good at it you might make me keep it?" Please?

SPOILER!!: ^_____________^

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By the time the Professor slid down into the seat next to him, Blaise was convinced the man was trying to lower him into a false sense of security before stunning him and hauling him off to his charms lesson. The man had never done it before but what if this was it? What if he'd driven him to excessive force and would have to reap that however it went? Protesting would surely be out, with him unable to speak. He might just wake up staring at the big, bald headed man with no memory of how he got there.

And there were more words making no sense given the context. Pleased? Relieved? What honestly was he meant to make of thi--OOOHHHHH.

Well. Now he had an entirely different reason for having stashed his book and wand. "It's not something I prefer to do when others are watching. Kinda...keeps the pressure off getting it right, you know?" Because there was always pressure, even if others couldn't see it.

"It was the levitating spell." He said after another moment of careful thought. In his mind, he was still trying to piece together whether he was being given a pass to skip class or if the man was genuinely oblivious to the time of day. For now he would play it safe. Mention NOTHING about where he was MEANT to be. "The new wand you gave me's been cooperating slowly so...I dunno...that maybe I'd make use of it and if I was really good at it you might make me keep it?" Please?

Interesting. Not so much what the young man was saying - although it certainly did add a certain element of clarity to observations - but more so in that the Gryffindor was opening up to the professor. Not necessarily running away and avoiding the issues anymore.

"Performance issues," he nodded. He understood those all too well. Although he did believe that all that pressure was coming from Mr. Blaise and not his peers. Such thoughts were left unsaid for now, however.

Airey nodded...and then his lips curled into a mischievous grin. He had no remorse over blatantly deceiving the young man - although when one looked at things abstractly it could be considered a new wand and that was the card he was going to play right now - but his little experiment had paid off and then some. "The only thing different about your wand, Mr. Blaise, is the attitude you bring," he grinned, pointing towards the wand in the young man's hand. "That, is the very same wand you were matched with the summer leading into your first year."

Azura was once again heading down to the music classroom, she went there often to practice the piano and to try to work more on the new song she was writing.

She paused as she flipped through her music notebook and she sighed softly! Fwoopers! She had forgotten her Quill, the dark green one that Blaise had helped her pick out. She found that using that quill helped her write music!

She sighed as she turned around and started to trudge back towards the common room, when her foot caught on a crack and the little Ravenclaw and all of her music went flying!

"Oof! She groaned out as she landed on the ground, thankfully though she had put her hands out, so.. nothing was broken this time! But.. Ugh her music was everywhere!

Perfect!

Matt was OFF to the music room because he was done bothering people in the Common Room. Maybe he could bother some people there in the music room, hehehe!

With his trumpet in one of his hand and blaster in the other, the Gryffindor happily made his way along the corridors, stairs, more corridors until he turned around a corner and suddenly loads of music sheet was flying around and some right at his face. "Whoooooooaaaaaaaa!" He said as he stopped dead on his tracks, startled, and eyed the sheet going everywhere. "Oheyo, alien girl!" Matt beamed as soon as he saw the girl on the floor, recognising her immediately from that one time they met in Flourish and Blotts. "Are all of these yours??"

Alien girl?? Why did that sound familiar? Azura's bright purple eyes snapped upwards as she heard a voice speak and she grinned a little.. "Oh Hi Matt." She said with a nod as she recognized the boy she had met in the bookstore! The one whom she had told she was from Vulcan..

Whoops? Would he take Fairy Princess instead?

She sighed and nodded as she started to pick up the sheets of music. "Yeah, all of them are mine, I was on my way to the music room to practice the piano." She said with a warm smile, as well as attempt to write some music!

"Watchu doin' down there?" He asked as he looked from her to all of the music sheet everywhere. Had she tripped over something? The Gryffindor looked behind her to see if there was anything that would cause her to fall, like a BIG MESS like the one back in his dorm room or something. THAT had caused him to fall over as well, but... nope, nothing there.

Except for a crack. It wasn't even THAT big, in Matt's opinion, but maybe people from Alien girl's planet had tiny feet.

The boy helped her pick up the sheets spread across the floor as the girl explained where she was going. "I was going there TOO! What do you play??" Oh, she had just said it. "COOL! I play he TRUMPET." And he held it UP above his head like a trophy. It WAS a pretty cool trumpet, if you asked him. "And I brought my BLASTER TOO." He added, also raising it above his head, dropping all of the sheets of music he had just picked up. Oopssssssssss. Guess showing off his trumpet and blaster was more important at the moment. His bad, SORREH.

But they WERE pretty cool, COME ON.

Azura smiled up at Matt as he asked her what she was doing down on the floor.."Oh, wellll.. I tripped and spilled all of my music, so now I'm picking it up." She said with a warm smile as she kept picking up the scattered papers..

She giggled a little as he asked his question even though she had answered it.. "Really? That's super cool! I love the trumpet." She said with a smile at him as she leaned back a little to look up at him as he held it over his head!

"A Blaster?" Az asked before.. Oh.. There came her music sheets that he had picked up, raining down on her like a spring shower..

*sigh*

She watched as they settled down around her and on.. her.. And she gently plucked the one that had settled on her head, off before gathering up the rest and standing..

"So, what is this blaster?" She asked curiously.