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High up in the top-most reaches of the Castle is a tower dedicated to Ravenclaw House. You come across the entrance in the form of a door with no handle or lock but a single knocker shaped like the head of an eagle. If, and only if, you answer the riddle that the eagle presents you, you may gain entrance to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Hey, there's a reason that Ravenclaw is the house for those with brains.
Upon entering the Common Room you see a number of things but mostly you see the floor to ceiling windows that span around almost the entire curved room. Beyond their panes you can see what looks like all of Hogwarts' campus and the majestic mountain range beyond. One sweeping look through them and you can see the Forbidden Forest, Quidditch Pitch, The Greenhouses, the Black Lake, and even the shimmering light from the windows in Hogsmeade. At nighttime, the glass reveals the starry night beyond.
Placed on the center of the curved wall is a large fireplace with plenty of navy blue sofas and armchairs placed around it. They are there for students to lounge as they work on homework, socialize or just relax and enjoy the view between lessons. A crowded night in the Common Room for a party or rowdy game of Gobstones? Take a seat on the newly installed deep blue carpet.
Along the wall you entered there is the Announcements Board where all things will be posted regarding school events, lessons, and homework as well as the Study Tables that are provided for a more structured setting for Ravenclaws to do what Ravenclaws do best. The Grey Lady, the House ghost of Ravenclaw tends to visit this spot especially every now and then. And last but not least, to the right of where the impressive statue of Rowena Ravenclaw herself stands, is the staircase leading to the dormitories. Once you ascend these stairs, going to the right will take you to the ones allotted for the girls and the left will lead you to the ones reserved for the boys.
Come in, relax, have fun and make yourselves at home.
Welcome to Ravenclaw!
Melek came down from the dorms and hopped over the back of the couch. She landed on the couch and sprawled out. Mel smiled and pulled out her journal and a chocolate frog. Melek munched on the frog and started to write in her journal. She tapped the feathery end of her quill against her cheek, pausing for a few seconds to think about how to word a sentence then started to write it. Soon the chocolate was gone and there was a smudge of it on the edge of her lap. Mel was suppose to meet up with Annaleecia or she was suppose to do homework or have a class... or at least something but she didnt really know what she was suppose to do. Melek wasnt in the mood to do anything right now but write in her journal anyways so that was what she kept doing. Mel did have a bag with her, however, which held books in case she got too bored writing in her journal. It had landed about a foot beside the end of the couch that was holding her head. She hoped that she wasnt going to be forced to sit up if a Ravenclaw needed a seat. Melek didnt feel like moving. Her thoughts started to wander away towards quidditch. Mel was still surprised that she had made it on the quidditch team. She didnt even want to try-out but Lana and Mo thought it would be a good idea and they were both people that she looked up to as well as that one girl that was about Lana's age... the one that pulled her to the pitch. Mel didn't remember that girl's name but she didnt really care for her because of the forcing to come to the pitch thing.
Brynn had been sitting in a comfy chair near the fireplace, alternating between vaguely looking at the flames there and watching her housemates that happened to be in the room with her. She really didn't know what was wrong with her lately. Should she go see the Healer? The first year didn't really feel sick just.. tired.. and achy.. and not to mention her hair. Speaking of, it was more grey than red at this point and she didn't even bother to put it in the bun she had been accustomed to keeping it in to hide the streaks of grey. She was just too tired to care.
Brown eyes moved away from the flames again, this time landing on Melek sprawled out on the couch. "Hey Turkey Girl," she said with a half-hearted wave to get her attention. "Ready for this weekend's match?" Maybe that was why she had been so tired and achy lately. She thought Quidditch would be fun, but it was just hard.
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Brynn had been sitting in a comfy chair near the fireplace, alternating between vaguely looking at the flames there and watching her housemates that happened to be in the room with her. She really didn't know what was wrong with her lately. Should she go see the Healer? The first year didn't really feel sick just.. tired.. and achy.. and not to mention her hair. Speaking of, it was more grey than red at this point and she didn't even bother to put it in the bun she had been accustomed to keeping it in to hide the streaks of grey. She was just too tired to care.
Brown eyes moved away from the flames again, this time landing on Melek sprawled out on the couch. "Hey Turkey Girl," she said with a half-hearted wave to get her attention. "Ready for this weekend's match?" Maybe that was why she had been so tired and achy lately. She thought Quidditch would be fun, but it was just hard.
Melek glanced over with an annoyed look until she saw who it was then she smiled and waved. Mel hated being accosiated with birds but it was her calling Melek 'Turkey Girl' so she was a little okay with that. "Hey, Whale Girl." Melek glanced at her and saw the grey hair and frowned. "Are you okay? You look really tired and your hair is old looking... What is wrong?" Mel closed her journal, making sure the ink was dried before she did it. She slipped it into her bag and sat up to get a better look at her. "Have you gone to the healer yet? Are you sick? Spell effect? Potion effect?" Melek leaned a little and glanced at her, "I think it is better if we go to the nurse... When did this start happening? What is causing it?" Worry showed in her eyes. Mel blinked, "Oh and to answer your question, not really... I would ask the same to you but you look really sick."
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Adrienne bit back her laughter at the desperate look on the girl's face, but she too couldn't help but be somewhat disappointed when she heard the answer she gave. Not knowing didn't help her at all, and the more the girl skirted around the issue the more she wanted to know exactly what was going on here. Grey hair, wrinkly faces, maybe someone had cursed half the school with some sort rapid ageing thing? That would make sense, but why?
She went back to interrogating the first year. "Well, have you drunk any weird potions recently? Tried a spell on yourself? Touched any magic items?" There had to be SOMETHING she'd done to cause this, otherwise why would it be happening? And why only to some of the students, and not everyone? Adrienne certainly hadn't been experiencing any weird effects, which she was glad of. Being old and achy wasn't exactly on her to-do list for the next forty years.
Fighting back her tears a little bit, she was rapidly becoming more and more upset, but she couldn't understand why. Granted, yes, she was pretty upset the girl had taken her hat, but she didn't think that the girl had done too much to make her feel this upset to almost cry. It was like, she couldn't control her emotions or something, it was definitely weird. She had to fight this, because she knew that somehow this girl would only torment her more if she allowed any tears to show.
After the girl asked her several questions about how this might have happened, Josette couldn't help but wonder why this girl was so keen on trying to find out what was going on with her. It wasn't really anything too exciting, it was more like a nightmare that she felt she couldn't wake up from.
'Have you drunk any weird potions recently? Tried a spell on yourself? Touched any magic items?'
She paused thinking really hard about all of those questions. Did she do any of these things? Josette bit her lip as her brain was frantically trying to remember what might have happened that could have caused this. And then....nothing. It was almost like a switch had just gone off. 'What was she talking about? Why was she here? Why were these pillows on top of her head?' When she turned her head she looked at the girl very puzzled, almost as if she hadn't even been speaking to her. "...Is that my hat?"
Melek glanced over with an annoyed look until she saw who it was then she smiled and waved. Mel hated being accosiated with birds but it was her calling Melek 'Turkey Girl' so she was a little okay with that. "Hey, Whale Girl." Melek glanced at her and saw the grey hair and frowned. "Are you okay? You look really tired and your hair is old looking... What is wrong?" Mel closed her journal, making sure the ink was dried before she did it. She slipped it into her bag and sat up to get a better look at her. "Have you gone to the healer yet? Are you sick? Spell effect? Potion effect?" Melek leaned a little and glanced at her, "I think it is better if we go to the nurse... When did this start happening? What is causing it?" Worry showed in her eyes. Mel blinked, "Oh and to answer your question, not really... I would ask the same to you but you look really sick."
Brynn managed a slightly bigger smile for Melek as she called her 'Whale Girl.' It was like their inside joke or something and she thought it was pretty cool. But she still couldn't help the tired, achy feeling currently residing inside of her, so it was all she could manage really. The partially redhead tilted her head a bit as she look at Melek curiously upon hearing her questions and surprised tone. Normally Brynn would think such questions to be very rude, but.. they were true.. and Brynn was growing more and more worried about what was going on with her.
Brynn just stared at the older girl with weary eyes as she barraged her with question after question which in reality was making her more tired than anything. Once Mel was finished, the first year merely shrugged. When did all this start? It seemed to come on pretty fast yet gradual at the same time so it was kind of hard to pinpoint exactly when. "I guess it started when these appeared," she said, glancing down at her chest. That was kind of embarrassing, but she's since dealt with it. "Then my hair was getting greyer and greyer.. and then some wrinkles started appearing on my face. I'm starting to look like an old lady," she said, wibbling a little. And feeling like one too, her joints were so achy. How was she supposed to play Quidditch feeling like this?
"You think I should go to the Healer?" The thought had briefly crossed Brynn's mind, but effort. Though maybe if Mel was that concerned and thought it herself, it might be a good idea.
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Brynn managed a slightly bigger smile for Melek as she called her 'Whale Girl.' It was like their inside joke or something and she thought it was pretty cool. But she still couldn't help the tired, achy feeling currently residing inside of her, so it was all she could manage really. The partially redhead tilted her head a bit as she look at Melek curiously upon hearing her questions and surprised tone. Normally Brynn would think such questions to be very rude, but.. they were true.. and Brynn was growing more and more worried about what was going on with her.
Brynn just stared at the older girl with weary eyes as she barraged her with question after question whichn reality was making her more tired than anything. Once Mel was finished, the first year merely shrugged. When did all this start? It seemed to come on pretty fast yet gradual at the same time so it was kind of hard to pinpoint exactly when. "I guess it started when these appeared," she said, glancing down at her chest. That was kind of embarrassing, but she's since dealt with it. "Then my hair was getting greyer and greyer.. and then some wrinkles started appearing on my face. I'm starting to look like an old lady," she said, wibbling a little. And feeling like one too, her joints were so achy. How was she supposed to play Quidditch feeling like this?
"You think I should go to the Healer?" The thought had briefly crossed Brynn's mind, but effort. Though maybe if Mel was that concerned and thought it herself, it might be a good idea.
Melek glanced at Brynn and kinda glanced away, embarrassed but looked back at her friend. You... dont look... that old..." That was the best she could do as she glanced at the young!old girl in front of her. A frown threatened to appear but she forced a smile, trying to reassure her friend. Oh no... a wibble... Melek didnt know how to comfort people. She was horrible at it! You just had to ask Annaleecia and she would know. What do I do... What do I do... Melek awkwardly put a hand on Brynn's shoulder and patted it very gently... in case that it might hurt her with the old stuff going on.
She nodded, "Yeah, I think that you should go to see the healer... She might be able to tell you what is going on... and know how to deal with it." Melek rapidly gave a few more head nods and glanced at the door of the common room. "I have some time now that I can help you go down there... and stay for company so that you dont have to be alone..." She offered it weakly, not sure if it was the best idea that she goes. "Or maybe, we can get the head of our house to help you..."
Slouched beanie firmly covering the hair on his head, Benjy hobbled down the stairs from the dorms. A blanket was lightly tossed over his shoulder, which he soon laid over his legs as he slumped in to a sofa by the fire and put his feet up on the coffee table.
"Hey Brynn, Melek," he greeted with a smile, wrinkles creasing in his skin as he did so. "Don't mind me. Just hoping not to have to go anywhere for a couple of hours..." And maybe have a nap. Naps were good, especially after lunch.
Melek glanced at Brynn and kinda glanced away, embarrassed but looked back at her friend. You... dont look... that old..." That was the best she could do as she glanced at the young!old girl in front of her. A frown threatened to appear but she forced a smile, trying to reassure her friend. Oh no... a wibble... Melek didnt know how to comfort people. She was horrible at it! You just had to ask Annaleecia and she would know. What do I do... What do I do... Melek awkwardly put a hand on Brynn's shoulder and patted it very gently... in case that it might hurt her with the old stuff going on.
She nodded, "Yeah, I think that you should go to see the healer... She might be able to tell you what is going on... and know how to deal with it." Melek rapidly gave a few more head nods and glanced at the door of the common room. "I have some time now that I can help you go down there... and stay for company so that you dont have to be alone..." She offered it weakly, not sure if it was the best idea that she goes. "Or maybe, we can get the head of our house to help you..."
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Slouched beanie firmly covering the hair on his head, Benjy hobbled down the stairs from the dorms. A blanket was lightly tossed over his shoulder, which he soon laid over his legs as he slumped in to a sofa by the fire and put his feet up on the coffee table.
"Hey Brynn, Melek," he greeted with a smile, wrinkles creasing in his skin as he did so. "Don't mind me. Just hoping not to have to go anywhere for a couple of hours..." And maybe have a nap. Naps were good, especially after lunch.
Brynn squinted a bit as she looked over at Melek. She wasn't sure why the other girl seemed so awkward around her though she glanced down and understood why, remembering how embarrassed she was that day in class. But she certainly didn't believe her words. She did look that old. She was starting to wonder if there was really something wrong with her and a lot of the other students here, but that much thinking and action took so much effort.
Brynn managed a small smile as Mel patted her shoulder, then looked up at her offer. It probably was a good idea to go see the Healer and if the older girl was offering her company, Brynn wasn't going to say no. "You would?" Brynn smiled a bit bigger. "Yeah.. okay. I mean, I think I probably should if you can go now." She was probably supposed to be doing something right now but she really couldn't remember what. Head of House..? Brynn couldn't remember who that was right now. Healer was best.
She started to sloooowly get up, her achy joints creaking as she rose from the couch. As she finally managed to stand, her weary eyes caught sight of someone else just sitting down as he spoke her name. "Benjy..?" Was that him? It was almost as if she didn't recognize him, but he looked tired something. "Alright.. have a good rest. We're just on our way to.." Where were they going again? Oh, right. "We're off to see the Healer.."
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Benjy pulled the blanket a bit higher, and carefully tucked it in. He couldn't be doing with chills, not at all. His bones were sore enough as it was, and the cold only made them even stiffer. If he wanted to make it down for dinner on time later, he needed to be in the best condition possible. Even if best was, well, ropey.
"The Healer, you say?" he asked, with a grunt towards the two younger girls. "Watch yourselves young lasses, won't you?" And with that, he yawned widely, eyelids drooping.
Exhausted. At this point, Andrew couldn't possibly think of another word that better fit his situation. It wasn't that he was really that tired or sleepy, but rather that he in the last two hours had spent such a gratuitous amount of work on his own personal projects combined with schoolwork that he simply couldn't do any more. His hand ached hours of scrawling notes on parchment and the thought of even looking at a quill again in his life made him sick to his stomach... Well, it didn't really, since he was a bookworm at heart, and he could never stay mad at his beautiful books.
With a long, drawn-out sigh, he sank down onto the sofa where he would usually sit and read. This time though, he wasn't about to spend any more time by himself. He needed to socialize and have some actual contact with a real human being. What a pity it was then, that he should be sat there by himself.
Ahhh, the Common Room,Justine had never been quite so pleased to see it, she'd had a long eventful day of classes, upon, classes, upon classes and she needed a quick break, lloosening her tie, Justine quickly grabbed her favorite armchair, and comfortably nestled in. It was good to home.
It wasn't until she was properly sat that she noticed Andrew LaCroix seated not far from her, at catching sight of the young man, Justine stood up a little straighter and with a smile on her face called out to him. "Ello Andrew," Justine said, getting up from her chair to join the boy on his sofa, not bothering to wait for an invitation.
"Fancy meeting you 'ere," the young girl joked, uncaring about her clothing's disheveled appearance.
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Andrew had been just a little too focused on physically forcing himself to relax that he hadn't noticed Justine's quiet entrance. In his desperation to find something to distract himself from his work, he was deep in thought about the texture of the sofa's fabric when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He looked up and saw Justine heading straight towards him. In truth, he had known it was her from the sound of her voice, despite not having known her for very long. The tone in which she spoke, and the way her accent added a strangely satisfying twist to nearly everything she said had given it away in an instant.
"Justine!" He smiled at her as she plopped down on the sofa next to him. He sat up from his exhausted droop and adjusted his seating position so he was facing Justine's direction by default. "I had hoped you'd be around here somewhere!" he admitted playfully. He had definitely needed some social interaction, but the one person with whom he most wanted to converse was sitting beside him right there. Subconsciously, Andrew fixed his tie while he spoke, and ran a hand through his hair. He wondered if Justine had heard his wish for someone to talk to and swooped in to save the day or if was mere coincidence.
Justine was remarkably pleased to see Andrew, she felt like it had been ages since they had seen each other at the Half-Hearted ball, and she could use a good conversation to unwind after such a tiring day.
Justine laughed at Andrew's exclamation of surprise, what could possibly have taken up the boy's mind so much that he had failed to notice her? Justine certainly wanted to know. "You seem like you veer somewhere else?" Justine said, in her indirect way of asking what he had been thinking on.
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Andrew had a hard time holding back a chuckle at Justine's question. He had certainly been somewhere else, but probably nowhere near as profound or interesting as what Justine had in mind. He wasn't sure how to explain to her that he had been focusing on the Navy blue fabric on the sofa they were sitting on, so he opted instead to simplify the answer to the question. "N- No, I was right here.. Just having a bit of a.." He began, taking a moment to think of a word or a phrase that could be used to describe him sitting there thinking about fabric. "A brain fart!" He snapped his fingers when he finally found a suitable candidate.
Almost immediately, Andrew felt much better than he had when he sat down. He knew talking to somebody would help his fatigue, but similarly to how it had been when they last spoke at the Half-Hearted Ball, Justine truly intrigued him, and Andrew couldn't possibly place precisely what it was about her. Perhaps it was her accent, or her mannerisms, or the way she carried herself with such seemingly effortless elegance. Whatever it was, It was unique to her.
Sean walked in to the common room. It wasn't too busy, he saw a few younger students talking and continued past them. He was nearing the end of his last term and he needed to figure out what he was going to do.
Sean stopped in front of one of the big windows facing the greenhouse. Maybe he'd go into the magical herbs business, or would he move home and help with the family business. Perhaps he would just go out in search of adventure, and just go with the flow.
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Somehow, a lot had happened in not that long of a period of time, and Lily needed to figure things out. There had been the awkwardness at the Half-Hearted Ball, which h had maybe been fixed but she wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again, and then everything since then. The article in the Prophet about all the kids growing old really quickly had only made her wonder why she hadn’t apparently been afflicted along with what seemed like over half of the school, and she felt oddly guilty over thinking Ana and a few others had been just being dramatic back at the beginning of the school year when they’d wailed over a grey hair. Apparently it hadn’t just been dramatics, but she knew she wasn’t expected to figure out a cure. She just had to hope that she wasn’t quarantined, or made to go back home. Especially given the news Austin had gotten recently, she definitely didn’t want to be dragged all the way back to California. She’d rather be here, no matter how confusing it was.
For now, she’d just go back to what she usually did when she needed to think about things. She’d practice. She hadn’t really wanted to bring her guitar down to the common room, since she still hadn’t gotten completely confident in her abilities to just risk anyone listening in, but the dorm had been weirdly too quiet. Therefore, she’d found a corner in the common room that she could tuck herself into, near a window so she could look outside if she’d wanted to and also get a bit of fresh air. The weather was getting really nice, after all, even if she didn’t feel like going all the way outside. Right her was good enough, and after thin king for a few minutes, she’d begun softly playing a song that sort of seemed appropriate for the thoughts in her head.
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Andrew had a hard time holding back a chuckle at Justine's question. He had certainly been somewhere else, but probably nowhere near as profound or interesting as what Justine had in mind. He wasn't sure how to explain to her that he had been focusing on the Navy blue fabric on the sofa they were sitting on, so he opted instead to simplify the answer to the question. "N- No, I was right here.. Just having a bit of a.." He began, taking a moment to think of a word or a phrase that could be used to describe him sitting there thinking about fabric. "A brain fart!" He snapped his fingers when he finally found a suitable candidate.
Almost immediately, Andrew felt much better than he had when he sat down. He knew talking to somebody would help his fatigue, but similarly to how it had been when they last spoke at the Half-Hearted Ball, Justine truly intrigued him, and Andrew couldn't possibly place precisely what it was about her. Perhaps it was her accent, or her mannerisms, or the way she carried herself with such seemingly effortless elegance. Whatever it was, It was unique to her.
Justine quirked in eyebrow. A brain fart? What did that mean? She'd never heard such a term, obviously it had something to do losing yourself in your thoughts, or maybe it didn't? Maybe it was an actual thing that happened to people? She hated to ask the boy to clarify his meaning, but it seemed she was forced to.
"Vat is a... uh, brain fart? I 'av never 'eard of zis?" Justine said, furrowing her dark brows together in confusion. Just when she thought she was getting used to the English language again, someone would come up with another slang term that would throw her for a loop.
But even if the girl was feeling confused, she couldn't help also feeling rather pleased. Andrew was one of the few people in the school she had really connected with and seeing him after such a long and tiring day was therapeutic to the girl.
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Andrew's face expressed concern when he realized he had managed to confuse Justine with his words. What could he have done now that confused her? This concern morphed into a smirk of understanding when she asked her question. Of COURSE no other language, and especially not French could entertain the notion of a term as silly as 'Brain Fart'.
"It means I lost myself in thought. Forgot to pay attention to the world for a moment!" He explained, laughing at how silly it sounded when he really explained it. He didn't want to confuse Justine, but when he messed up and did by accident, she had her way of making him not feel bad about it. He really connected with her, and the last thing he wanted to do was confuse her away. Luckily, it seemed Justine was more than capable of interpreting most of the silly things he said.
The purple pygmy puff moved all around the common room searching. Where was mistress? Where was the pretty lady who loved him? Poppy climbed to the highest height possible and let out a loud squeak hoping that his owner would come find him and love him. Where was she? Another loud squeak. No one came. The pygmy puff let out another small squeak, one that was a little sadder to its own ears. Poppy was alone with strangers. No mistress to be found.
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"Zen why, did you not just say zat?" Justine said with a sparkling laugh, it seemed that even with her now slightly graying hair and crows feet, and lost of motor skills, her mind and personality were as energetic as always. Something that she was especially thankful for, because her sharp wit and bubbly attitude were her two favorite things about herself.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Andrew since before the strange aging process had started, and now that she realized it, she felt a little (more than a little) self-conscious. "I see you 'ave been lucky, you are still young," Justine said, with a curved smile, gesturing to the boy's dark hair, and unblemished skin.
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Andrew pondered for a moment at Justine's question. Why DIDN'T he just say that? It sounded much classier to say that he had lost himself in his thoughts as opposed to using a term as silly as 'Brain Fart'. "To be perfectly honest, Justine, I don't know." He laughed, shaking his head. Justine had a way of making him look at the world in a different light every time they spoke, and there was something so exciting about that. So easliy she had made him rethink the value of the term 'brain fart', a term he used often, that he wondered how else she could challenge his preconceptions.
He ran a hand to his face at her comment about his youth. In all honesty, he had opted not to mention Justine's aging earlier because he figured the subject would be upsetting for her. Now that she had brought it up, he felt a little less worried about hurting her feelings by accidentally mentioning it. "My? Pfft, Justine, that stuff is hardly noticable. You're beautiful." He said quickly, shaking his head and smiling at Justine. "And maybe I've just aged very well!" He added with a chuckle.
Andrew pondered for a moment at Justine's question. Why DIDN'T he just say that? It sounded much classier to say that he had lost himself in his thoughts as opposed to using a term as silly as 'Brain Fart'. "To be perfectly honest, Justine, I don't know." He laughed, shaking his head. Justine had a way of making him look at the world in a different light every time they spoke, and there was something so exciting about that. So easliy she had made him rethink the value of the term 'brain fart', a term he used often, that he wondered how else she could challenge his preconceptions.
He ran a hand to his face at her comment about his youth. In all honesty, he had opted not to mention Justine's aging earlier because he figured the subject would be upsetting for her. Now that she had brought it up, he felt a little less worried about hurting her feelings by accidentally mentioning it. "My? Pfft, Justine, that stuff is hardly noticable. You're beautiful." He said quickly, shaking his head and smiling at Justine. "And maybe I've just aged very well!" He added with a chuckle.
Justine tilted her head in that curious, questioning way of hers as Andrew explained that he himself, had no idea why he had used that particular idiom. She had obviously missed something here, something that was integral, because the conversation, which had been running smoothly had somewhat stopped awkwardly at her question.
"I'm sorry, 'ave I said some-zing vrong?" Justine asked, though the boy was laughing at the mishap, she couldn't help worrying that she might have caused him some unease.
"Non, non, it is noticeable, but I am just glad zat it is not as bad as some of zee other children," Justine said, with a light smile, shaking her head at the boy's very kind compliment, but really she couldn't accept it this time, because this newly aged Justine was not beautiful. "Maybe, ether vay, you are lucky," Justine added with a soft laugh.
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Andrew, having settled down, shook his head when Justine asked if she had said something wrong. He sometimes forgot Justine didn't necessarily understand the social context of certain idioms, sayings of phrases, and often spoke, simply assuming Justine would understand every nuance, but questions like that were a reminder - an adorable reminder - that she sometimes had a little trouble.
"No, no! Not at all!" He was quick to answer. "You just got me thinking, don't worry!" He smiled. He really wanted to avoid giving Justine the idea that she had made some sort of mistake. He had himself been a 'foreigner' when he lived in France for a short time, and he understood all too well what it was like. The vast chasm that separated English and French sometimes made understanding social context difficult, even after he had gained a rudimentary grasp of the language. He could only imagine it was the same the other way around.
"It isn't very bad at all!" He said reassuringly. "And I'm sure they'll figure out what's going on.. Soon. He attempted to sound hopeful, but couldn't hide that one tiny little inkling of despair in his voice.
"Zinking about vhat zough?" Justine asked leaning forward in her seat in her eagerness to understand the Ravenclaw boy's word, so far, their conversation was had become more and more confusing for the young girl as it went on and she was quite impatient to get to the bottom of it.
"Zank you, I 'ope so too, I vould 'ate to be stuck zis vay for zee rest of my life," Justine said, her bright eyes turning somber at the thought, though her voice was as light as ever. It really was beginning to worry the young girl, and though she was trying to remain optimistic about the whole thing, she couldn't help feeling a little despair every now and then at her plight.
"But, forget about me, vat 'ave you been doing?" Justine asked, trying to change the subject to a light topic.
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Andrew took a breath, as if to speak, but took a moment to re-think his answer a little. "I guess you just have this way of making me reevaluate things." He finally shrugged, blushing a little. "My speech patterns for example. I had never thought about the term 'Brain fart' very much before speaking to you." he smiled.
"Hey, don't think like that. I know they're going to get to the bottom of this." He said sternly. He spoke with a determination and certainty that was noticeably different from the way he usually acted around people. "Everything's going to be fine." He nodded hopefully.
Raising an eyebrow, Andrew shrugged at Justine's question. "What have I been doing?" He repeated as if to confirm he had heard her. "Reading. A lot." he grinned, gesturing towards the book he had left on the table. 'Runes and Vellums - Vol 1'. Andrew found the subject of runes fascinating and he had spent much of his free time lately experimenting with runic magic. He figured he'd bore Justine if he went on about it, so in a rare display of self-control, he managed to NOT go on a tangent about his latest fascination.
"I do?" Justine demurely asked, surprised at the young man's words, she hadn't expected to influence the boy in any way, let only in the manner in which he, himself spoke. It was sort of a compliment, and she couldn't help the soft smile that graced her lips at the idea. Why was his face suddenly turning pink? Was it too warm for him in the common room? They were a bit close to the fireplace, maybe that was it.
"Never? Really? But it is such an odd phrase, I still cannot understand it completely, it is very veird." Justine said, with an amused smile.
At the boy's encouraging words and determined demeanor, Justine felt a bit better, maybe even a little hopeful, but not entirely. "You are very sweet Andrew, I 'ope you are right," Justine replied, putting her hand gently on his in a show of gratitude.
Justine patiently listened as the boy tried to recall what he had been up to recently, before gesturing to the book on the nearby table. Relinquishing his hand, Justine stood and walked to the book, picking it up and turning it over to read the back.
"Runes and vellums? Is it for school or pleasure?" Justine asked, causally opening the book and pouring over it's yellowed pages.
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