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             ⠀   [the air is thick with the scent of grease.  he watches the other,  wearing unwrinkled robes with a protective hand over said-satchel.  he was quite the opposite;  a loosened tie and thrown on robe that he was almost positive was draco’s due to the differences in their heights.  theo bites the end off his strip of bacon,  glancing over the herbology pages.]    then the rest..   [referencing to only pansy, draco, and blaise]   yes.   but,   i also had some reading to catch up on..   herbology,  i’m bored already.   i’d trade you but my reading consisted of letters from my parents that i let pile up..  you’d think not living with them for most of the year would help with the endless nagging,  it doesn’t.

@chaseurs      nott.   *  his voice held an edge of surprise,  which it really shouldn’t considering it  / was /  breakfast time.   nevertheless,  he recovered with a light, faux cough as he adjusted his robes,  one hand on his satchel — pale blue eyes flitting behind him for a split second before locking onto the other’s again.  *    yeah.   figured i’d … get some revision in.  before herbology.  hardly my strong suit.    aren’t you a bit early? 

@herbologie   well,  …   * alexei blinked, his gaze lifting slowly from the sketch of the plant—its twisting vines and delicate blooms in rough detail—to neville’s earnest face.  his brow furrowed, the faintest hint of confusion in his eyes. *
            should it be?   * his voice was calm but uncertain when he asked, as though genuinely unsure if he’d missed some critical piece of information. *

( he raised a brow, head tilting. the boy wore a polite smile on his face — as he always did whenever he spoke to someone he didn’t quite know. )
            
            yes. i figured i would ask if you needed any help. ( he confirmed with small, barely noticeable, nod of his head. he blew out a breath, allowing for his eyes to no longer be shielded by his bangs. ) is that right? mm.
            
            if i know the material, i surely could try to help. ( he offered, brows pulling together just slightly. ) mcgonagall certainly is something.
            
            ( he hummed, not surprised at the question. ) not at all. merely trying to offer assistance to another, if i be of assistance.

@lostgoblets   /  no it’s perfect !!
             
            
            [ in the quiet of the library,  rather rare sunlight filtered through tall windows.  alexei sat at a corner table,  pen tapping idly against the edge of an open book.  at cedric’s words,  his gaze lifted,  cool and unreadable. ]
            
            struggling?  [ his brow arched faintly,  a flicker of amusement crossing his face.  he gestured at the dense transfiguration text before him. ]
            wouldn’t call it that.  just… acclimating.
            
            [ there was a pause,  unhurried,  before he added ]  but,  if you’re offering a crash course in mcgonagall’s riddles…  i might be persuaded.  temporarily.
            
            [ he leaned back slightly,  smirking ever so faintly. ]  unless i interpreted /you/ wrong?

natalia has always been a patient being but it didn’t stop her mind from wondering endless possibilities. his calculated behavior is noted— it reminded her of someone she knew all too well.  “ so you think the centaurs have information you need relating to your family. ”  she concludes, a sense of uncertainty laced within her words. if she wasn’t curious of his true intentions before, now she was. 
            there’s an agreeable hum from her as they continue their steps towards the forest. when she felt his eyes on her, she pretended not to notice, but she did. her head hangs low momentarily as the cold breeze sweeps over them. cold fingers ball into fists in her pockets, an attempt to keep warm. she wondered if her nose had become pink yet from the cold. she hesitates to answer him, choosing her words carefully.  “ truthfully, i’m not looking for anything in particular. ”   she pauses, clearing her throat before continuing.  “ i guess i was curious. ”  her eyes meet his for a second but are quick to return to ahead of them. 

@bludtraitor   he doesn’t answer right away.  her question hangs in the air,  yet his silence isn’t dismissive — more calculated,  like he’s weighing the worth of what she deserves to know.  finally,  his voice cuts through the rainfall,  low and even,  but edged with a familiar sharpness.
            
            “ family business. ”    the words are clipped,  offering her just enough to chew on,  but not enough to swallow.  something he was sure she’d understand more than the next person.  his hand adjusts the strap of his satchel,  as though it weighed heavier now under her scrutiny.   “ centaurs are known for their insight.  they see what others don’t,  hear what most choose to ignore.  sometimes,  they’re worth listening to. ”
            
            he glances at her,  his gaze sharp enough to cut through the growing shadows.  there’s no smile,  only a faint tilt of his head.  the rain collects in streaks along his jawline,  dripping into the collar of his coat.  “ that’s worth knowing,  don’t you think? ”
            he doesn’t wait for her reply,  his pace steady,  purposeful.  but then,  almost as an afterthought,  he adds,  “ your turn. ”

maybe he had a point but she was polite with her disregard. her head shakes from side to side for a moment before her words slipped out.  “ we’re classmates.  plus, it’s the right thing to do.”   if she were to walk away now, she would’ve looked just like her father— selfish and inconsiderate. she couldn’t allow that.   
            just as before, the witch followed beside him. she became suddenly alert of their surroundings as if a switch was flipped. the sky seemed to become darker and the sound of rain became more obvious to her. as she listened to him speak, she kept her head down, watching her shoes become dirty.  “ maybe today’s our lucky day then .. ”  she comments, a partial joke yet partial truth. her second week of her first year, she dreamt of meeting a unicorn. their encounter was delicate yet tense:  she remembers the way her heart dropped into her stomach and how soft its coat felt— yet, it was all a dream. the sound of thunder that broke her from her reminiscence.  “ we /are/ stepping into their territory unwelcome, so if anything, i do expect them to be a bit tense. ”   she speaks in a matter of fact tone, her attention taking turns from looking to him and what’s ahead of them.  “  i could ask you the same thing. ”  her eyes make contact with his satchel and back up to him, making it obvious.  “ tell me yours and i’ll tell you mine. ” 
            
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