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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 1, 2011 14:35:08 GMT -5
 It was too beautiful of a day to be spent inside, but the teachers at Hogwarts seemed to enjoy assigning a lot of homework, and while he had finished with all of his other classes, he was still catching up on his Transfiguration homework. It was getting to the point that he was about to throw his book across the room or set it on fire.
The second was sounding more appealing at the moment. He was far too proud to ask anyone for help. But, at the same time, he knew he needed to make the grade. He had barely passed his OWLs that were needed to get into the advanced classes- and while he wasn't sure if he would need Transfiguration in his line of work, he wanted to have it just for the knowledge- just in case.
He sighed and placed the ribbon in his book to mark his place before standing. He was going to have to do something that he really, really didn't want to do. He was going to have to find the annoying, blonde Hufflepuff quidditch captain and get him to explain the fundamentals of the spells.
Chord recalled seeing him on his way into the library, so he simply began to wander around as if he had nothing better to do, not appearing to be searching for something- and that was when he found Rasmus. Sitting in one of the plush, velvet armchairs in a corner of the library. He saw some Ravenclaw girls peering at the Hufflepuff from their own books a few tables over, causing him to roll his eyes.
He strode over and stood directly in front of him. "... You're good at transfiguration. Explain this," he opened the book and held it out to Rasmus. True, it wasn't the most polite, but it was pretty obvious from the look on his face that Chord wasn't used to the concept of asking people for favors.
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MUSE - Good!
NOTES - Ahahaha. So glad to have them on a board!!
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 1, 2011 20:07:54 GMT -5
Rasmus was reading, a large tome propped in his lap, index finger scanning the scrawling cursive, chewing on his lip and looking thoughtful. He was rather oblivious to his surroundings and hadn't noticed the less than furtive glances he was receiving from a group of younger girls sitting across the space from him.
He also didn't notice that he was being addressed until a book was suddenly in his face and a voice was speaking to him. The blonde recognized who the voice belonged to immediately, even if his vision was being blocked at the moment.
He grinned, sticking his head out from behind the pages, blue eyes lighting up when he saw the other boy. "Well hello to you too. Me? I'm good thank you so much for asking and yourself?" He said in a light, teasing voice, pushing the book gently out of his face.
He hadn't really expected much of a greeting from Chord, it just wasn't the Slytherin's way and he wasn't one to be easily offended. Chord could be rather off-putting to those that didn't know him, but Rasmus thought he was amusing.
"What exactly are you having trouble with?" The blonde reached out and took the book, recognizing the material, "All of it or something specific?"
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 1, 2011 22:21:22 GMT -5
Chord took Rasmus's words as an invitation to enchant a chair to slide over to the Hufflepuff's. A Gryffindor boy looked at him rather indignantly, as he'd been about to sit in it, but Chord ignored him. "This, right here, ... I don't understand the theory behind human transfiguration. I know that it's the most difficult form- it's not as if we'll ever be learning it," he sighed. Well, it was good for him because he knew he would end up butchering it terribly.
"But, we still have to write about it?" he sounded frustrated, but that was only because he was frustrated. Why did the teachers feel the need to educate them about things they would never learn? He knew he probably shouldn't have signed up for the advanced transfiguration class- and now he was more sure about it than he had been before. Well, if he could just get through two more years of it, he'd never have to deal with it again.
He pushed some hair out of his eyes. "Just..." he sounded annoyed, and he knew if he kept talking about it, he would soon start to become annoyed with Rasmus instead of just the homework, so he just sat back and waited on Rasmus's explanation behind it.
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SONG - None
MUSE - Great!
NOTES - Sorry it's short. >_< Stupid school-related posts.
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 2, 2011 20:56:03 GMT -5
Rasmus watched as the boy scooted his chair closer, leaning forward on the table over the book. His attention wasn't focused on the content-heavy pages though, more on the elegant way the other arranged himself. It was incredibly odd to him that he found another boy to be elegant, but he couldn't really describe it any other way than that.
Lately though, Rasmus had been noticing the small things that his friend (?) did, things he hadn't seemed to notice before. The blonde figured that it was most likely due to the fact that they spent more time with each other now and therefore one was bound to notice things like that. Still he found it odd that he could picture Chord's reaction to something much more often and much more quickly than he could with any of his other friends at Hogwarts, of whom he had spent five years with already.
"Well..." He said, reaching across the table and tugging the boy's notes out of his hand. "Lets see here...." The blonde flipped to the right page without the other's permission and skimmed the neat handwriting, "Ah...you have some of this copied down wrong you know." He grinned, blue eyes lifting up just enough to catch the other's gaze. Grabbing his quill he set to work, scribbling (in much messier handwriting) in the margins. "Okay so the first law of transubstantial transfiguration is that nothing can simply be created out of nothing, there must be a medium right?" He mused, "In other words, you can't just make an orange. You have to have something to turn into an orange."
Rasmus continued to explain the rest of the laws, even though he highly suspected the other boy wasn't always listening to him, and if he was then Rasmus must have been the most boring teacher he had ever had, because there was an almost glazed look in his eyes that Rasmus found particularly infuriating and amusing at the same time. Contrasting emotions that he neither cared to wonder how they could exist alongside each other.
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 2, 2011 22:10:43 GMT -5
Chord gave Rasmus a rather off-put look when he was told he had copied it down wrong. Just what right did the Hufflepuff have to tell HIM that?! He had asked for his help, not his insults- but then again, Chord was not only a Slytherin, he was part veela, and he had more pride than most, so much so that even means to help could have him feeling bitter.
He found himself daydreaming during the explanations, not really into the subject enough to pay attention. He gave a sigh of relief when it was over and dared to take a peek from behind his bangs at the other male. He didn't know why he'd let this annoying Hufflepuff get so... close to him- that is, he didn't know why he felt comfortable asking for his help. Well, more comfortable than he ever had with anyone else.
"You're infuriating, you know that?" he said- no thank you, but there was still a hint of appreciation despite his demeanor. "... I think I understand it ... at least enough to pass the assignment," and really, that was all he needed. So, he closed his book with his notes and reclined back in the chair, getting comfortable. He debated a few minutes before striking up a more casual conversation. "How was your summer?"
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NOTES - Written under the influence of a muscle relaxer. >_<
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 4, 2011 9:07:32 GMT -5
He blinked, not quite sure where that had come from. "I'm infuriating?" A slow grin spread over his face, "I see." If this was Chord's idea of a compliment the boy needed to add that to his list of social skills that needed work.
"Well that was my intention, I think you'll do fine. It seems like a lot of information, but it's all very practical. Once you see how it works it tends to make sense." He watched the blonde close the book and set it aside, noticing the fluidity of his movements.
He had not expected the other to actually ask him about his summer, really he had more expected him to get up and leave now that he had the information he wanted.
"My summer was slightly boring actually." He said, his smile fading slighlty. And that wasn't a lie either, it had been the first summer he had spent without Maja and in truth it had been very hard for him. "I didn't actually do anything or go anywhere, just worked on summer assignments and tried to stay out of my uncle's way."
Summer had been lonely, feeling disjointed and intangible as though he found it impossible to accept that this was what his life would be like. His sister was dead and summer had only ripened the pain of her absence.
"How was yours? Any fantastic holidays?"
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 5, 2011 18:45:50 GMT -5
Chord knew that something had happened to Rasmus the previous year- he remembered that after the holidays, he had returned to the school looking worse for wear. Due to the fact they weren't exactly friends, he had never inquired about it. Well, that, and Chord assumed that when Rasmus was comfortable, he would tell him all about it. Until then, he would just pretend it had never happened, and he would be respectful of his wishes.
"Oh, no vacations for me..." though his French accident was just a bit thicker, likely from the fact he spent time in France during his holidays; and, at home, they spoke French (despite the fact both of his parents were perfectly fluent in English). "It wasn't much different from all of the others," he frowned once more, realizing that this was a rather dull topic, but what did one say to someone who wasn't a friend or an enemy?
"Thanks-- for the help," he gestured to his book. "Umm, I guess that's it, then," wonderful, this was very awkward indeed. But, it seemed that the French boy hadn't completely forgotten his manners after all. Though his social skills left much to be desired, he wasn't incompetent in interacting with his peers- even ones who were muggle-born or halfblood.
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 9, 2011 0:01:48 GMT -5
His gaze drifted toward the large windows, the sunlight spilling through old glass tinged with amber. A glimpse of the wide expanse of blue sky itched at him, thoughts of wind and sun and speed bleeding the instinctual desire to fly. It was such a beautiful day, a wonderful day for flying and quidditch. Days like this didn't happen so often in the wintry, ethereal, Scottish countryside.
Hogwart's certainly had it's own misty charm, but Rasmus longed for days like this. Cool and bright, the sun high and setting the surface of the lake into a shower of sparks. A perfect day for skimming over the grounds on a broom.
He shifted in his chair, blue gaze drifting back over to Chord whose blonde hair was catching afternoon sunlight. Inclining his head as the boy dismissed himself. After a second Rasmus spoke, "Want to go outside with me? Now that I've helped you and all. I don't have anything in Divination I need help with right now so you owe me."
He stood, tall and lean, much more than when he had left Hogwarts beginning of last summer. Fifth year had been the year he started growing and there were traces of what he would come to look like, sharper defined angles shadowed under the softness still in his face.
"It's a gorgeous day you know. Not a day to get stuck in those dingy dungeons you call your common room." Rasmus teased lightly, a smile on his lips. |
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 9, 2011 15:42:27 GMT -5
Chord watched Rasmus with mild interest- the boy seemed distracted, and he couldn't blame him. It was just a nice, cool September day. There was nothing special about it, nothing that screamed of importance. Even their back-to-school conversation had been dull (as he had expected). Perhaps he should amuse himself in other ways. He could always go practice wandless magic in his dorm room.
But when Rasmus pointed out that perhaps the day wasn't so ordinary after all, Chord's interest was piqued. He supposed that going out and getting some sunshine and fresh air wouldn't hurt. He enjoyed being outdoors, provided that they didn't set foot near that forest again. The first (and last) time they had detention had been together... in the forbidden forest. And after the great spider-chase, he could see why students were forbidden. They were almost eaten!
And yet, if it hadn't been for that day and moment, he would have likely never made amends with the Hufflepuff boy. "Yes," he shot Rasmus a look. "Your common room is in the dungeons, too, you know." he did not appreciate the dig at his house, playful or not.
He stood and tucked his books into his satchel. "Well, you lead the way, then."
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 9, 2011 21:03:42 GMT -5
He caught the underlacing annoyance in the boy's voice, "Exactly so all the more reason to get outside, right?" The blonde hadn't meant to offend Chord, but it wasn't very hard to offend Chord so he was not as worried about it as he could have been.
He knew for a fact that Chord was not a fan of quidditch, and as they left the library the majority of his thoughts were centered around getting Chord to agree to fly with him. Rasmus highly suspected that that would be no easy feat. He stole a sidelong glance at the boy while he mused.
They winded down the staircase and Rasmus looked back at Chord, "You're from a Wizarding family....were you allowed to fly on your broomstick at home or was that considered underage magic? I didn't think broomsticks were picked up by the trace, but I've heard alot of students that live in muggle families say that they weren't allowed to fly. I don't actually have a broomstick of my own, otherwise I would always be up in the air."
They had found themselves outside now and the day was even more beautiful in it than through the old windows of the library. Rasmus wanted to transform into the wolf and go for a long run, but doing so during the day was out of the question. Especially around Chord. He stole a look back at the elegant Slytherin, wondering if he still remembered that day in Hogsmeade. He wondered how the other boy was feeling now, if things had gotten any better. |
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 9, 2011 21:59:43 GMT -5
Truth be told, Chord had thought back to that day several times, wondering how on earth he'd ended up crying to a rabid wolf. But he tried not to dwell on it; it wasn't as if he'd seen the animal since.
He sighed at the question about flying, suddenly looking at the Hufflepuff boy suspiciously. No! Preposterous! He was surely not going to try to rope him into one of his half-baked schemes to fly. It was out of the question. Chord had passed his flying class first year, and he hadn't been back on a broomstick since (it should be noted he'd nearly slipped and fallen- not that he actually did). It was the fact he saw so many players crash at Quidditch games that year that he was not exactly fond of the sport or the act of flying itself.
"I was allowed to fly! My parents encouraged it, but I am not fond of it, and you won't be changing my opinion anytime soon. I hate heights," he scowled, looking forward determinedly. Well, at least the weather was nice, but he couldn't help feeling something foreboding about this outing, and he didn't trust Rasmus to not have a hidden agenda.
"Wait... you mean to say that the broom you ride during games... isn't yours?" he looked a little confused. "Really? You don't have your own broom?" Chord had his own broom- the latest model- and he never rode it!
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 10, 2011 11:15:50 GMT -5
Chord was definitely more wary sounding than he had been before, and suspicion was deeply entrenched in his tone of voice. Rasmus looked over at the boy, smiling innocently. The Hufflepuff was rarely a forceful person, but when he set his mind to something he tended to succeed. Rasmus would have Chord on a broom today if it was the last thing he did.
Flying had been something that Rasmus had taken to naturally, and he loved it more than anything else about being a wizard. He could live without magic, he didn't feel very connected to the Wizarding world, but flying was so unlike anything, so absolutely intrinsically perfect that he would not even entertain the thought of giving it up.
Their path was cutting closer to the quidditch pitch, but they were far enough Chord would not know that was where they were headed, not yet at least. "You don't?" He mused, "Too bad, I think it's rather fun. Sometimes I still wonder how it's possible, it seems to defy every law of physics there is." Rasmus still tended to think like a muggle in regard to the astonishing things magic could do. Somehow it all felt right, but his muggle trained mind liked to question it.
"Nope, I use the schools brooms." He shrugged, "I don't have any money to buy one and I can't imagine my Uncle trying to go to Diagon Alley much less use wizarding money to buy a broom of all things. He'd say I was crazy and tell me to go on down to Tesco and buy one if I needed a broom so badly. He'd probably ask me why I couldn't just use the old Hoover in the closet." He laughed at the sheer absurdity of the idea. |
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 10, 2011 14:26:08 GMT -5
Chord looked a little put off, "I know that you love flying- you're the Quidditch captain of Hufflepuff for Merlin's sake." it didn't help that Rasmus was using a lot of words that he was unfamiliar with. He assumed it was all muggle speak, and he wondered if this is how most muggle borns felt arriving at Hogwarts. Physics? What was physics?
"Physics... Tesco... Hoover? What are you talking about?" he wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Obviously your uncle has the right idea. You shouldn't waste money on it. When you turn seventeen you can get your licence to apparate." Of course, he wasn't going to go into the details of how he had heard of wizards being splinched. He was just happy it wasn't something like an animagus test. He would definitely end up in a state he did not want to be in if that was the case.
"Right, well, ... you do good. The school brooms are really old, I'd imagine," he knew it definitely wasn't anything like the latest model. He felt a bit bad- here he had this gorgeous new broom at home he refused to ride, and Rasmus had none where flying was one of his passions. Wait- why was he feeling bad? He never felt anything for anyone. It must have just been the subject... flying always got him nervous, just talking about it did. Yes, that was it, of course.
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Post by RASMUS BLACKEBERG on Jun 11, 2011 0:00:23 GMT -5
He suddenly laughed, grinning brightly as he realized that Chord didn't know what he was talking about, "Oh sorry...muggle terms I guess. Tesco is a store where you can buy food and stuff....Hoover is a vacuum cleaner and Physics is an area of science..kind of like laws of nature that muggles adhere to."
He knew the confused, spacey look on Chord's face well. That expression was the one he had often had plastered on his own face when first arriving to Hogwarts.
The blonde Hufflepuff had led Chord around the the back way toward the Quidditch pitch, but the lockers were in sight now and he looked sneakily behind him to see if Chord had noticed yet.
"Is it dangerous to apparate?" He asked, "I heard that one can get injured if one isn't paying attention. I guess it's kind of like getting your drivers license, you have to be a certain age too."
He did not think apparition sounded pleasant at all, he much preferred flying and highly suspected that he would be using this mode of transport as much as possible once he had graduated Hogwarts. Floo hadn't been so bad, and it was a slight more practical than carrying luggage around with you on a broom, but stepping into fire, no matter how cool was just plain freaky to him.
"The school brooms do their job, although I had a chance to ride one of my mates brooms the other day, real new model...and it was amazing. And so responsive, Hufflepuff would definitely win the House Cup if I got my hands on something like that." Rasmus grinned, "Be glad I don't have one."
He darted into the shed, returning quickly before Chord had a chance to run off. In his hand he was holding an old broom, slightly too long for him despite how much taller he had gotten. "Want a ride?" |
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Post by CHORD D'ANTOINE on Jun 11, 2011 22:14:07 GMT -5
He was pleased to get off of the subject of muggle contraptions. Really, how they managed to move up the evolutionary food chain was beyond him. Who could survive without magic? Then again, he also couldn't imagine how families managed without a house-elf.
Finally, some questions about magic. "Well, it can be if you aren't fully prepared. I've heard that splinching is a terrible, terrible thing. Yes, it can be corrected, but it's so unpleasant, I just couldn't imagine..." he shuddered. He'd heard tales of even eyeballs being splinched; and knowing that entailed a lot of pain and blood, well...
He didn't frequent the Quidditch Pitch, not even to go to games. He didn't even realize that his friend was leading him on the roundabout way to get there. It really wasn't until Rasmus told him to be grateful he didn't have a fast broom that he realized where they were. Surely Rasmus didn't intend for him to ride? He was probably going to show off; and as long as Chord didn't have to stay around and watch him do anything too dangerous, he didn't see the harm in at least humoring him.
And then Rasmus asked him if he wanted a ride. Had he been a person to laugh, he would have. Instead, he just gave the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain a dubious look. "You couldn't get me on that thing even if you offered me all of the galleons in the world, Blackeberg." they were beyond using each other's last name, but he felt the line was delivered better that way. He gave Rasmus a challenging look: 'you can't make me get on that broom.'
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