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Felixir · 01-04-2025, 07:58 PM

In the minutes since joining the Slytherin table, Alexei had continued to watch the sorting, though without much interest. He had remained very much alone - except for all the other Slytherins around him, who didn't count. Disappointed, but not surprised.

He felt oddly bereft without Elena at his side, even though she was only just across the Hall. It wasn't like they were constantly together, not all the time. They both had their own pursuits and activities at home, and everything. But when they were somewhere so new, and so full of strangers, they always stuck together. Now Alexei would have to do all those things he usually left to his sister, and he wasn't so much out of practice as completely lacking in experience.

Not that he was trying to do those things. He sat quietly at the table, listening to the conversations around him rather than join in, partly because that was always how he integrated himself into a situation, and partly because there was so much chattering going on that it was all overlapping and churning and doing the same thing to his ears that the candles were doing to his eyes. It was one of those times where his ears could not listen, they could only hear. Eventually it all just coalesced into a dull roar, and Alexei could almost lose himself in tracing the grain and the scratch marks on the surface of the table with the tips of his fingers.

_____

Bored, bored, bored.

Not just that, but uncomfortable. Elio did not want to be here. Not Hogwarts, Hogwarts was fine, but at the feast. His efforts to get the password so he could go straight down to the common room had been thwarted, and sitting and waiting in a corridor without any of his things was equally unappealing, so he'd stuck around.

He sat with his jaw propped in his hand, idly fiddling with his newly acquired earring, his brown curls artfully mussed up. In his other hand, he held his hawthorn wand, currently pointed at the water pitcher directly in front of it. The water inside had become something closer to a mini whirlpool, the force of which shook the pitcher so aggressively that it wobbled dangerously where it stood on the table.

_____

It was funny how things worked out sometimes. Yves had not slept a wink the night before, and wasn't sure he'd been able to snatch more than an hour or so the night before that. He'd not been able to even doze on the train, and he knew that when he climbed into bed later (before giving up, as he did every night, and relocating to a common room sofa) he would only lie there, wide awake.

And yet now, at the feast, he could barely keep his eyes open. Tomorrow, when lessons started, it would probably be the same story. Only at the most inopportune times did his body finally decide to cooperate... by which point, it could hardly be considered to be cooperating at all.

But Yves knew better than to bypass this opportunity. He didn't know when he'd next be able to snatch even a few minutes of sleep. So, sat at the extreme end of the Slytherin table, he put his head down on his arms, and dozed.

He didn't sleep, not properly. It would be impossible to completely switch off in a room full of people, to completely let his guard down, but he dozed all the same.

01-04-2025, 07:58 PM	#15 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,157 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	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight In the minutes since joining the Slytherin table, Alexei had continued to watch the sorting, though without much interest. He had remained very much alone - except for all the other Slytherins around him, who didn't count. Disappointed, but not surprised. He felt oddly bereft without Elena at his side, even though she was only just across the Hall. It wasn't like they were constantly together, not all the time. They both had their own pursuits and activities at home, and everything. But when they were somewhere so new, and so full of strangers, they always stuck together. Now Alexei would have to do all those things he usually left to his sister, and he wasn't so much out of practice as completely lacking in experience. Not that he was trying to do those things. He sat quietly at the table, listening to the conversations around him rather than join in, partly because that was always how he integrated himself into a situation, and partly because there was so much chattering going on that it was all overlapping and churning and doing the same thing to his ears that the candles were doing to his eyes. It was one of those times where his ears could not listen, they could only hear. Eventually it all just coalesced into a dull roar, and Alexei could almost lose himself in tracing the grain and the scratch marks on the surface of the table with the tips of his fingers. _____ Bored, bored, bored. Not just that, but uncomfortable. Elio did not want to be here. Not Hogwarts, Hogwarts was fine, but at the feast. His efforts to get the password so he could go straight down to the common room had been thwarted, and sitting and waiting in a corridor without any of his things was equally unappealing, so he'd stuck around. He sat with his jaw propped in his hand, idly fiddling with his newly acquired earring, his brown curls artfully mussed up. In his other hand, he held his hawthorn wand, currently pointed at the water pitcher directly in front of it. The water inside had become something closer to a mini whirlpool, the force of which shook the pitcher so aggressively that it wobbled dangerously where it stood on the table. _____ It was funny how things worked out sometimes. Yves had not slept a wink the night before, and wasn't sure he'd been able to snatch more than an hour or so the night before that. He'd not been able to even doze on the train, and he knew that when he climbed into bed later (before giving up, as he did every night, and relocating to a common room sofa) he would only lie there, wide awake. And yet now, at the feast, he could barely keep his eyes open. Tomorrow, when lessons started, it would probably be the same story. Only at the most inopportune times did his body finally decide to cooperate... by which point, it could hardly be considered to be cooperating at all. But Yves knew better than to bypass this opportunity. He didn't know when he'd next be able to snatch even a few minutes of sleep. So, sat at the extreme end of the Slytherin table, he put his head down on his arms, and dozed. He didn't sleep, not properly. It would be impossible to completely switch off in a room full of people, to completely let his guard down, but he dozed all the same. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!