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Felixir · 09-27-2020, 03:17 AM

SPOILER!!: am v sorry abt how wordy this got

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

The question led Aboli to another scoff. Her eyes flickered upward from her book to eye Nem carefully. What did she make of him, exactly? Her feelings towards the younger student were mixed, but recently she was really miffed at him. Although she found his commentary generally amusing in classes from time to time, she altogether didn't know. She did, however, have one way of knowing the true Nem. Her gloved hands twitched, but she knew it would be a bad idea indeed.

"Usually." Was all she said in response to that. She thought if people knew what irked her, they could potentially avoid it, but BUT that was only if she assumed most people didn't go around wanting to annoy her. Look at the slew of first years, this year, though, and that was not the case. Generally annoying bunch. Maybe Nem had a point - she should probably nOT broadcast her irritants.

Personality transplant got an amused sort of snort from the prefect. "Good one. I personally think something happened over the summer that has led to this...personality change. Most people go through an awful ordeal when their personalities change soooooo drastically. I almost feel sorry for him if that's the case. We really should have a school psychiatrist," she sighed and shook her head. A healer was not enough, either. Someone TRAINED with that sort of stuff - like her mother, ahem - was needed as well, clearly. "No offense, but you'd make a terrible prefect. I can't see you dealing with the younger ones with any tact. Not that I've had much luck with that EITHER." HA. She shut her journal in self-irritation and finally looked Nem right in the eyes.

What was the endgame here? Had he come to apologize? To make her feel worse? To amends? Somehow, she thought none of the above. What other motivation could there be, then? Nem was not a creature of randomness, she sensed. "Both. I have interest in both fields. Often, they can be linked, I find." She said with all the authority of someone whose PARENT was an expert on something. Clearly, if her other was an expert, SHE was also an expert. Duh. That's just how it worked!

Ha.

HAAAAA.

Aboli SQUINTED at Nem. "Sour? Me? HA. Never," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Nemesis Upstead....I have never had detention in my LIFE. And YOU thought you were getting me into one, even if, come to find out, I had one on my own. So yes, I am feeling sour. But time will pass, and suuuuurely I'll get over. I don't EVER hold grudges," she crossed her arms and continued to stare him down, her brown eyes not BUDGING from Nem's features. "I have not figured it out other than you wanting to make an enemy."

With the cup of water on the table, Nem had set about idly turning it about on its surface by their fingertips. A quarter turn one way, a third the other, back to the start position, not unlike fiddling with the dial of an older kind of muggle safe (what a misnomer). At the twitch of Song's fingers, Nem flicked their eyes towards her hands, but ultimately paid the movement no regard.

"Maybe. I'd ask Kale, 'cept I imagine he'll start sulking at any mention of his dad, so, probably not." It helped that Nem ultimately didn't care enough to figure out how it could be sorted out. The Big Man was more their flavour, even if he was totally arrogant and had grand ideas about how much his time was worth ~~(pot, meet kettle)~~. Any theories Nem had, they were keeping close to their chest. It served them ~~and the forces of chaos~~ much better this way.

School shrink though? Nem grimaced, but turned the idea over in their head. Psychiatrists were easy to handle - they had the documents to prove it - but one in the building twenty-four-seven could be far too inconvenient. Or useful. An obstacle they would rather not deal with, however. Abstaining from a response, Nem took another sip of water, laughing at Song's next statement as they set the cup back down again. "Thanks, Aboli. That's nice of you to say." Bad time to point out that Nem hadn't made any of the students cry recently? Yes? Okay. ~~Tactful, see?~~

Why was Nem not surprised that Song was one of those Divination nuts? The lot of it was rubbish, quite frankly. "To each their own." Utter garbage.

They sat through that next... whatever... patient and attentive. It wasn't necessarily Song's words they were paying the most attention to, however, more the non-verbal stuff, the body language, unspoken cues, the look in her eyes. That, plus her words, plus the delivery, plus the lingering sour feelings, told Nem that they were dealing with someone who was, essentially, a hotbed of emotion. Not out of the ordinary in a teenager, especially here at Hogwarts, but still useful to know.

"Well, I'm convinced," Nem said simply when she was done, draining the rest of their water and pushing the cup away. They looked right back at her then, blue eyes to brown, and held her gaze. "Ignore any hurt feelings for a moment, and think about it, 'cause it's pretty straightforward. I didn't want a detention either, right? So I won someone's bag of stones so that I couldn't be named, and then I named someone else. Wasn't going to get a friend, or their friends if I could help it, or a little kid, so I named my prefect. And then another when that didn't work out. I dunno if it's in the job description or anything, but you lot are the ones who look out for everyone else, especially when they're younger or in your own houses, and you guys are probably most likely to handle what Trent throws at you. It's really nothing personal, why would it be?" That would also explain why they'd gone for Sinclair, afterwards, and then Dakest. It all fit together nicely. "I'm not interested in making enemies." Nobody here measured up anyway.

All that said, Nem glanced at Aboli's hands again, and asked the question that had been drifting through their thoughts for the last few minutes. "So, what's with the gloves? I've always wondered." Just as casual and friendly as they'd ever been. No hard feelings, see?

09-27-2020, 03:17 AM	#15 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,173 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	uhhHHh old TL I think? oops Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: am v sorry abt how wordy this got Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz The question led Aboli to another scoff. Her eyes flickered upward from her book to eye Nem carefully. What did she make of him, exactly? Her feelings towards the younger student were mixed, but recently she was really miffed at him. Although she found his commentary generally amusing in classes from time to time, she altogether didn't know. She did, however, have one way of knowing the true Nem. Her gloved hands twitched, but she knew it would be a bad idea indeed. "Usually." Was all she said in response to that. She thought if people knew what irked her, they could potentially avoid it, but BUT that was only if she assumed most people didn't go around wanting to annoy her. Look at the slew of first years, this year, though, and that was not the case. Generally annoying bunch. Maybe Nem had a point - she should probably nOT broadcast her irritants. Personality transplant got an amused sort of snort from the prefect. "Good one. I personally think something happened over the summer that has led to this...personality change. Most people go through an awful ordeal when their personalities change soooooo drastically. I almost feel sorry for him if that's the case. We really should have a school psychiatrist," she sighed and shook her head. A healer was not enough, either. Someone TRAINED with that sort of stuff - like her mother, ahem - was needed as well, clearly. "No offense, but you'd make a terrible prefect. I can't see you dealing with the younger ones with any tact. Not that I've had much luck with that EITHER." HA. She shut her journal in self-irritation and finally looked Nem right in the eyes. What was the endgame here? Had he come to apologize? To make her feel worse? To amends? Somehow, she thought none of the above. What other motivation could there be, then? Nem was not a creature of randomness, she sensed. "Both. I have interest in both fields. Often, they can be linked, I find." She said with all the authority of someone whose PARENT was an expert on something. Clearly, if her other was an expert, SHE was also an expert. Duh. That's just how it worked! Ha. HAAAAA. Aboli SQUINTED at Nem. "Sour? Me? HA. Never," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Nemesis Upstead....I have never had detention in my LIFE. And YOU thought you were getting me into one, even if, come to find out, I had one on my own. So yes, I am feeling sour. But time will pass, and suuuuurely I'll get over. I don't EVER hold grudges," she crossed her arms and continued to stare him down, her brown eyes not BUDGING from Nem's features. "I have not figured it out other than you wanting to make an enemy." With the cup of water on the table, Nem had set about idly turning it about on its surface by their fingertips. A quarter turn one way, a third the other, back to the start position, not unlike fiddling with the dial of an older kind of muggle safe (what a misnomer). At the twitch of Song's fingers, Nem flicked their eyes towards her hands, but ultimately paid the movement no regard. "Maybe. I'd ask Kale, 'cept I imagine he'll start sulking at any mention of his dad, so, probably not." It helped that Nem ultimately didn't care enough to figure out how it could be sorted out. The Big Man was more their flavour, even if he was totally arrogant and had grand ideas about how much his time was worth ~~(pot, meet kettle)~~. Any theories Nem had, they were keeping close to their chest. It served them ~~and the forces of chaos~~ much better this way. School shrink though? Nem grimaced, but turned the idea over in their head. Psychiatrists were easy to handle - they had the documents to prove it - but one in the building twenty-four-seven could be far too inconvenient. Or useful. An obstacle they would rather not deal with, however. Abstaining from a response, Nem took another sip of water, laughing at Song's next statement as they set the cup back down again. "Thanks, Aboli. That's nice of you to say." Bad time to point out that Nem hadn't made any of the students cry recently? Yes? Okay. ~~Tactful, see?~~ Why was Nem not surprised that Song was one of those Divination nuts? The lot of it was rubbish, quite frankly. "To each their own." Utter garbage. They sat through that next... whatever... patient and attentive. It wasn't necessarily Song's words they were paying the most attention to, however, more the non-verbal stuff, the body language, unspoken cues, the look in her eyes. That, plus her words, plus the delivery, plus the lingering sour feelings, told Nem that they were dealing with someone who was, essentially, a hotbed of emotion. Not out of the ordinary in a teenager, especially here at Hogwarts, but still useful to know. "Well, I'm convinced," Nem said simply when she was done, draining the rest of their water and pushing the cup away. They looked right back at her then, blue eyes to brown, and held her gaze. "Ignore any hurt feelings for a moment, and think about it, 'cause it's pretty straightforward. I didn't want a detention either, right? So I won someone's bag of stones so that I couldn't be named, and then I named someone else. Wasn't going to get a friend, or their friends if I could help it, or a little kid, so I named my prefect. And then another when that didn't work out. I dunno if it's in the job description or anything, but you lot are the ones who look out for everyone else, especially when they're younger or in your own houses, and you guys are probably most likely to handle what Trent throws at you. It's really nothing personal, why would it be?" That would also explain why they'd gone for Sinclair, afterwards, and then Dakest. It all fit together nicely. "I'm not interested in making enemies." Nobody here measured up anyway. All that said, Nem glanced at Aboli's hands again, and asked the question that had been drifting through their thoughts for the last few minutes. "So, what's with the gloves? I've always wondered." Just as casual and friendly as they'd ever been. 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