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imperturbatus2015-11-29 09:39 pm
olympic_shark) wrote in imperturbatus2015-11-29 09:39 pm
3rd Bite is Friday Blues
A) MORNING: Great Hall - Slytherin Table
[It's Friday morning and Rin is eating his spicy bacon, thinking about everything he has to do today, from Christmas shopping to study the new potion that Prof. Flourite has started with them - you could never do that early enough. He had passed the last test well enough, but it has revealed to him, that he still wasn't as good as he thought he was.
And then he has to go to Hogsmead shopping for presents, because there's no way he can get it all done next time. Besides Quidditch is starting in December, he ought to prepare for that as well. Gryffindor absolutely could not win.
He's torn out of his thoughts by the arrival of the owl post and to his surprise, there's a letter dropped in front of him. One look at the sender has him choking on the bacon one moment, and tearing off the top of the envelope the other. It was rarely that his step parents wrote him - for the obvious reasons of being Muggles - but sometimes they found a way how to deliver a letter to him, usually by someone assisting them.
His eyes skim through the page, a feeling of warmth spreading through him at the familiar handwriting smiling at him. He doesn't even notice how his perpetual frown drops, allowing a rare, unguarded smile settle on his face, as he reads what Russel and Lori wanted to let him know.]
B) DAY: Library - Behind a neat pile of books
[Rin is sitting behind his usual table in the library, a pile of various books on potion ingredients in a neat pile next to him. Let it be said that the 'Draught of Peace' was finnicky to make, but the more he understood the function of the ingredients, the less mistakes he'd make. Powdered Moonstone, Unicorn horn and Porcupine quills are mostly obvious, but the Syrup of Hellebore is tricky, thus there are more than a few Herbology books around him as well.
His quill is twitching as his hand flies over the parchment, taking notes of everything he deems as useful. He's collected over two feet of notes already and they keep coming, black ink painting the parchment with a dense, small script.]
C) AFTERNOON - Outside: Hogsmead, or on his way there
[Rin practically flies, even without his broom underneath him, out of the castle as the last lesson ends, in a hurry to buy at least a few presents before the shops close. Which won't be for another few hours, but still. At least he knows exactly what to buy, which saves him some time as well. It's dark outside already and the freshly fallen snow crunches underneath his feet. It's cold, but the running keeps him warm.]
[It's Friday morning and Rin is eating his spicy bacon, thinking about everything he has to do today, from Christmas shopping to study the new potion that Prof. Flourite has started with them - you could never do that early enough. He had passed the last test well enough, but it has revealed to him, that he still wasn't as good as he thought he was.
And then he has to go to Hogsmead shopping for presents, because there's no way he can get it all done next time. Besides Quidditch is starting in December, he ought to prepare for that as well. Gryffindor absolutely could not win.
He's torn out of his thoughts by the arrival of the owl post and to his surprise, there's a letter dropped in front of him. One look at the sender has him choking on the bacon one moment, and tearing off the top of the envelope the other. It was rarely that his step parents wrote him - for the obvious reasons of being Muggles - but sometimes they found a way how to deliver a letter to him, usually by someone assisting them.
His eyes skim through the page, a feeling of warmth spreading through him at the familiar handwriting smiling at him. He doesn't even notice how his perpetual frown drops, allowing a rare, unguarded smile settle on his face, as he reads what Russel and Lori wanted to let him know.]
B) DAY: Library - Behind a neat pile of books
[Rin is sitting behind his usual table in the library, a pile of various books on potion ingredients in a neat pile next to him. Let it be said that the 'Draught of Peace' was finnicky to make, but the more he understood the function of the ingredients, the less mistakes he'd make. Powdered Moonstone, Unicorn horn and Porcupine quills are mostly obvious, but the Syrup of Hellebore is tricky, thus there are more than a few Herbology books around him as well.
His quill is twitching as his hand flies over the parchment, taking notes of everything he deems as useful. He's collected over two feet of notes already and they keep coming, black ink painting the parchment with a dense, small script.]
C) AFTERNOON - Outside: Hogsmead, or on his way there
[Rin practically flies, even without his broom underneath him, out of the castle as the last lesson ends, in a hurry to buy at least a few presents before the shops close. Which won't be for another few hours, but still. At least he knows exactly what to buy, which saves him some time as well. It's dark outside already and the freshly fallen snow crunches underneath his feet. It's cold, but the running keeps him warm.]
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[Rin exclaims, surprised. He hadn't known that Kairi did that. Really, those sisters had a creative streak, huh?]
I bet they love them!
[Not that he cared, he adds in his thoughts. He envies a little that skill though.]
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[Odds are they would be a charm of some kind. She did always enjoy making things like that.]
Would you like one?
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[That question surprises Rin, and it shows on his face. He hadn't expected that. They're not that close with the Hufflepuff Seeker and he isn't sure if saying yes would be completely okay.]
Uhm... I...
[Get yourself together Matsuoka! There's no reason for him to blush. AGAIN. Come on, be smooth for once.]
You don't have to... [He scratches the back of his head as he looks away. Smooth, yeah. Right.] I don't wanna add to your work.
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[She is pretty much caught up with most things except making presents of course.]
Besides they probably won't take that long anyway.
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I...uh... Whatever. Do what you want.
[There, maybe his tone would discourage her. Being gruff always helped, right? He hoped he wasn't blushing too much to betray it.]
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I will do. Though... I should really get moving, but it was nice speaking to you.
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[He nods, thinking he should move as well. He still had stuff to buy.]
Was nice talking to you.
[He mumbles quietly, still a little awkward about everything. Getting along with people has never been easy for him.]
See ya.