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Felixir · 01-06-2025, 11:40 PM

Remember? "Totally!" Maybe he'd remember her name, maybe he wouldn't. Maybe yes on some days, maybe not on others.

The whole explanation that came next did not exactly fall on deaf ears, but, alas, struggled to penetrate his skull, as Achilles was now intent on remembering the next thing he wanted to say, even as he put almost every ounce of effort into not interrupting. He tended to butt in a lot, but had started trying not to, for reasons. Sometimes. Point was, it made it harder to actually listen, like he could only do different aspects of conversation at a time, never the whole kit and kaboodle.

Perhaps it was for the best, as she was talking smart, and might have taken offence if he had so obviously glazed over while she was talking to him instead of so clearly looking like he was concentrating on something. In any case, the second she paused to take a breath, he jumped in.

"Cool! Eyes and rainbows. Man, can you imagine having rainbow eyes? That'd be wicked." He did not wait for a reply. "My name's Achilles, or sometimes Killy if you want to be lazy. It's from the Greeks too, the guy with the dodgy foot, except did you know that it might actually have been the Romans that made that part up? Anyway the guy was a wicked fighter, dead fast, but apparently it means 'pain', and my mum always said she named me perfectly 'cause she said I'm a massive pain in the- whoops."

As he'd spoken, he'd loosened his grip on the dinner knife, and it went sailing back over his shoulder, clattered onto the stone floor, and skidded under the next table.

Ahem, well. He could make do with just the fork. It wasn't the same, but there had been one-armed drummers before.

"No," he said, sounding uncharacteristically thoughtful as he rattled the fork between a goblet and a pitcher. "It probably wasn't. I dunno, it was forever ago." BUT back to things he was much more acquainted with, which all came out pretty much in one go. "Naw, I don't think it's real bees even if it feels like it. Y'know the buzzing you get in your arms and legs and head and if you don't do anything with it it just drives you craaaaazy? Like static in your bones and muscles and organs and stuff? It's that, but all the time." And he was, of course, very confident that everyone was familiar with this particular phenomenon. "I dunno the Five-Finger Game. You should teach me! And I can teach you cello! It's just a vibe, y'know, the cello-kind-of-girl thing, like how old man Winterbottom looks like he plays accordion."

Speaking of whom, the drumroll worked. Yesssssss.

Because he was a lovely, thoughtful, delightful boy, Achilles did at least lower the volume of his now solo fork clattering, but there really was no hope of him paying attention to the whole speech, and maybe the volume did start to creep up a little. Maybe. Definitely.

He sort of tuned in and out, mostly just waiting for it to be done, so he did hear that question at the end. Killy was by now very accustomed to riddles, though usually the door knocker up at Ravenclaw tower did not quite understand his logic or accept his answers unless he talked his way through it... and even then, he made leaps that he couldn't really explain but which made a lot of sense to him. So about a 50/50 success rate, which he didn't mind. If he started getting good at the riddles, the adults might start expecting even more from him, and that would suck.

It might have actually been a serious question, but Achilles's literal brain had processed it and deemed it nonsensical seeing as cheeses were not capable of worrying, so he decided it must be a riddle. Or a joke, which was even better. So, even as all the food appeared on the tables, Achilles cupped his hands around his mouth again and called up towards the staff dais, "BECAUSE THEY DON'T GIVE EDAM."

Probably not the right answer, but very fun to shout in the middle of a feast.

01-06-2025, 11:40 PM	#10 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,161 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	i forgot how exhausting it is to play characters like this Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Remember? "Totally!" Maybe he'd remember her name, maybe he wouldn't. Maybe yes on some days, maybe not on others. The whole explanation that came next did not exactly fall on deaf ears, but, alas, struggled to penetrate his skull, as Achilles was now intent on remembering the next thing he wanted to say, even as he put almost every ounce of effort into not interrupting. He tended to butt in a lot, but had started trying not to, for reasons. Sometimes. Point was, it made it harder to actually listen, like he could only do different aspects of conversation at a time, never the whole kit and kaboodle. Perhaps it was for the best, as she was talking smart, and might have taken offence if he had so obviously glazed over while she was talking to him instead of so clearly looking like he was concentrating on something. In any case, the second she paused to take a breath, he jumped in. "Cool! Eyes and rainbows. Man, can you imagine having rainbow eyes? That'd be wicked." He did not wait for a reply. "My name's Achilles, or sometimes Killy if you want to be lazy. It's from the Greeks too, the guy with the dodgy foot, except did you know that it might actually have been the Romans that made that part up? Anyway the guy was a wicked fighter, dead fast, but apparently it means 'pain', and my mum always said she named me perfectly 'cause she said I'm a massive pain in the- whoops." As he'd spoken, he'd loosened his grip on the dinner knife, and it went sailing back over his shoulder, clattered onto the stone floor, and skidded under the next table. Ahem, well. He could make do with just the fork. It wasn't the same, but there had been one-armed drummers before. "No," he said, sounding uncharacteristically thoughtful as he rattled the fork between a goblet and a pitcher. "It probably wasn't. I dunno, it was forever ago." BUT back to things he was much more acquainted with, which all came out pretty much in one go. "Naw, I don't think it's real bees even if it feels like it. Y'know the buzzing you get in your arms and legs and head and if you don't do anything with it it just drives you craaaaazy? Like static in your bones and muscles and organs and stuff? It's that, but all the time." And he was, of course, very confident that everyone was familiar with this particular phenomenon. "I dunno the Five-Finger Game. You should teach me! And I can teach you cello! It's just a vibe, y'know, the cello-kind-of-girl thing, like how old man Winterbottom looks like he plays accordion." Speaking of whom, the drumroll worked. Yesssssss. Because he was a lovely, thoughtful, delightful boy, Achilles did at least lower the volume of his now solo fork clattering, but there really was no hope of him paying attention to the whole speech, and maybe the volume did start to creep up a little. Maybe. Definitely. He sort of tuned in and out, mostly just waiting for it to be done, so he did hear that question at the end. Killy was by now very accustomed to riddles, though usually the door knocker up at Ravenclaw tower did not quite understand his logic or accept his answers unless he talked his way through it... and even then, he made leaps that he couldn't really explain but which made a lot of sense to him. So about a 50/50 success rate, which he didn't mind. If he started getting good at the riddles, the adults might start expecting even more from him, and that would suck. It might have actually been a serious question, but Achilles's literal brain had processed it and deemed it nonsensical seeing as cheeses were not capable of worrying, so he decided it must be a riddle. Or a joke, which was even better. So, even as all the food appeared on the tables, Achilles cupped his hands around his mouth again and called up towards the staff dais, "BECAUSE THEY DON'T GIVE EDAM." Probably not the right answer, but very fun to shout in the middle of a feast. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!