The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Jul 6, 2018 12:23:18 GMT
It had been a while since Louis had actually sat down in the common room with his homework. There was a multitude of reasons for this: he’d been in the library, Quidditch practice had been particularly heavy, and also he just didn’t care. But then Professor Lafayette had suggested that the essays were too hard for him, and he was pretty certain one of Dom’s friends had overheard. And a conversation about failing his Transfiguration OWL was not a conversation Lou was up for having with his parents, so he’d figured it might be worth his time writing his essays that week. Annoyingly.
He’d managed to grab a desk by one of the windows that overlooked the lake, and set up a heap of transfig textbooks on his left, with a terrifyingly large pile of blank parchment on his right. He’d meant to only do as much reading as he could get away with, but frustratingly he’d found that the history of the switching spell was actually really interesting, particularly in terms of its use in the muggle first world war. None of which was helpful in terms of the theory, which - rather than the history of how the spell in its current iteration had come to be - was what he was supposed to be writing on.
It reminded him of some reading he’d done on early Christian philosophy of death, and he toyed briefly with the idea of having a look at some of that. Was it worth doing now? Would his examiners care? Did he care if they cared anyway? He wasn’t really sure.
He didn’t have time to make a decision about it either way, because at that point he realised Jordan Michaels was heading towards him. Or “Baggage”, as Louis preferred to call the older boy. Louis shoved a slip of parchment in his textbook, saving his page, and then swivelled round in his chair to face his housemate. “Baggage. What can I do for you?”
It was not often that Baggy found himself properly bored, but here he was. His usual distractions were off caring for magical creatures, and he’d already aired his wings taking a quick spin around the castle. True, he could be studying - but this was the case any day of the week. Why should it have any bearing on how he was planning to spend his time on this particular afternoon?
He’d landed on the forest-line and picked up an acorn on the way into the castle. Once inside, he had begun to meander vaguely towards the Ravenclaw tower, tossing the nut from hand to hand, absentmindedly morphing it mid-air into a pine-cone, and then back again on the return trip. He barely noticed the staircase shifting as he climbed slowly upwards, leaving his feet to recalculate a new route on autopilot when it left him on the wrong floor.
Half an hour’s worth of ambling later and he was at the dormitory door rattling off “The third room - the lions have died of starvation”, pausing only to let the door swing slowly open before heading inside. He didn’t really know what his plan was - an afternoon of reading? Of napping? Of tying all of the dormitory curtains together and erecting a makeshift gazebo in the middle of the common room? All tempting, certainly.
Happily, the decision was quickly made for him when he entered the common room and spied a blonde-haired baby-faced fifth year hunched over some transfiguration books and parchment. With the afternoon suddenly looking up, Baggy skipped across the rug-hugged stone floor towards Louis Weasley, still pointedly playing his single-item mighty-morphin acorn/pinecone juggling game.
Baggage. Ha. He grinned.
”’Sup Le-Weasley. Studying hard? The pine-cone left his hand, heading towards Louis’ chest, switching smugly back into an acorn as it sailed across the room.
WORD COUNT: 314 NOTES: I’M SOOO LATE!! But I fuckin love this
Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Sept 2, 2018 21:47:41 GMT
Louis might not have been a seeker, but you didn’t make it through fifteen years of being related to George Weasley without learning how to deal with unexpected missiles. So he caught the acorn, while still an acorn, but did manage to elbow his ink pot onto his not-essay. Shit. He flashed his wand over the parchment, managing to vanish most of the ink, and turned back to glare at Baggy. “That was a shite pun.” He looked Baggy upside down, desperate to come up with something in his outfit to insult - and, as per, failing. At a loss, and yet not quite pissed off enough to be willing to lose his desk, he instead picked the acorn off and pinged it, as hard as he could, back at Baggy’s head. He wished he knew how to transfigure it back into a pine cone, and was momentarily frustrated by the irony that maybe he would know it if Baggy would fuck off and let him do his transfig homework.
Didn’t Baggage have some kind of babysitter who could distract him and stop Louis ending up in this situation? Wasn’t that what all of his sister’s Hufflepuffs were for? Louis just wanted an afternoon to try to maintain his working relationship with Lafayette, for merlin’s sake, what did the universe have in for him to send the most annoying guy in Ravenclaw his way? “And yes,” he doubted this would work, but it seemed worth a try, “studying very hard. What do you want?” There definitely weren’t enough places to sit for Baggy to stay there, surely, and Louis tried to make himself look as unwelcoming as possible. And his neutral was pretty unwelcoming anyway.
Nice reflexes blondie. He thought, raising an eyebrow imperceptibly as he picked the acorn out of the air before it collided with his nose.
Not a bad shot either.
The fact the young Weasley was inside studying did make him bristle a bit, though. It was too nice a day to spend hours pouring over books in the house tower’s common room. Yes, it was true, Baggy was also currently inside, but that was different - prior to finding himself in the clutches of the castle, he had spent a fair amount of time actively trying to be a good number of places that were OUTSIDE the castle. Regardless, he thought looking at the pile of books and blank paper, Now I have a reason to stay.
”Merlin’s beard.” Breathed Baggy. ”Are those actual transfiguration textbooks?” He dropped his jaw in faux disbelief and moved slowly, and with practised melodrama, towards the occupied table. ”I have heard tell of the myth of transfiguration textbooks in years gone by - in hushed corners of dark and forgotten places! I had thought them a fantasy… but no - they’re real! Imagine! People actually study transfiguration from textbooks!”
By the end of his performance, he’d reached the table.
He smiled and, with the flourish of a Victorian stage magician, placed a pinecone on the table in front of the blonde boy.
”So tell me,” he said smoothly, leaning on an empty chair at the table, ”How’s the study going?”
Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Sept 22, 2019 22:56:55 GMT
To be fair, it wouldn’t have been the Ravenclaw Common Room if Louis hadn’t been interrupted on his work by someone. And he was sure that there were worse options in his house than this one - and hey, at least Baggy didn’t have Louis’ cousin attached to him. All this to say that any attempts to freeze Baggy out and make him leave were yet to succeed.
”I’d be unconvinced you could read, Baggage, but I’ve definitely seen your signature signing up for the Hogwarts’ Most Annoying award.” He picked up the pine cone and turned it over in his hands a couple of times. It didn’t even smell like oak anymore. Typical. Interesting at the spell was, his parchment was still just a mess of half-thoughts and unrelated theories.
He glared at Baggy, suddenly representative of this whole frustrating thing. ”We can’t all turn into birds without even entering the library, and we can’t all skip into sixth year as eagles without a single OWL.” Louis grabbed randomly at the next book in his pile - Transformation Between States: From Chaos to Cosmos - and opened it to the contents. ”Clearly it’s going great. Want to elucidate on that particular spell?” He half-heartedly flicked the pinecone back to Baggy.