riddikulus — p

[ghostpact]

Despite his sheepish reluctance to accept it, Nicholas did rather well in the area concerning charms. It never took him long to get down the movements or the incantations. He simply just "got it". Still, that wasn't the only reason he was excited about the class. He was eager to learn more and they shared the class with Ravenclaws, so he was just as eager to get to see his friend. As he was pulling out his text, Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), he spotted Temnota's entrance and smiled as she approached. Carefully setting his quill atop the empty piece of parchment, he leaned forward slightly in his seat.

"Of course you can sit here, Ms. Romanov." He offered the formal address in return, tapping the seat beside him with a small nod. Quickly, the smile fell away and he looked at Astrid, mouth ajar and brows furrowed. He wanted to shrink back immediately, some stares making there way toward the three, but mostly at the shyer boy. "Huh, I..." His near silent start tapered away as he had no response to the girl's insult. His gaze dropped to the table in front of him and he twisted his head around the hem of his robe, chewing the inside of his cheek. Maybe he shouldn't have hoped so hard for his placement. He really didn't belong.


Circe would've rather been on the pitch instead of sitting in a class on such a nice day, but she had no room to complain or compromise. At least the material wouldn't be a total bore. There was a lot of fun things that could be done with transfiguration, she supposed. What really got her, though, was the supposed hard work it would take to actually do any of the cool stuff she'd devised in her head. She took a seat where a bunch of other Gryffindors settled in the back, setting her things on top of the desk. Catching a glance of Lukyan as she looked around, she squinted. She had forgotten they'd be sharing this class with Hufflepuffs. Normally, they were a good house, but he definitely was not a good guy. An outlier.

Pulling out a regular piece of paper, she scribbled a doodle that depicted her knocking him off his broom with a bludger and folded the paper into an airplane. At least, it had a pointed front and wings. Muttering the levitation charm under her breath, she sent the thing flying across the room at him, quickly slipping in her wand back into her sleeve and turning forward. She watched for his reaction out of the corner of her vision.

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