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[james_aldo]

Date/Time: Wednesday, April 5th, afternoon
Location: Halls
Open To: Delame
Currently Involving: James
Warnings: It's James, so. Ridiculousness.

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[corps_et_ame]

Michel was equally bored today. It was far, far to early to open a bottle of wine, but all his classes for the day were over. He decided that he would go down to the library to see what the latest books on the Goblin War of 1811 were (as historians seemed to be going mad writing about that recently). Most of the arguments therein seemed quite spurious to him, but every good historian had a good sense of balance with a self righteous streak. Kind of 'Well, he thinks that, he thinks that, but they're all wrong because I think this.'

Because of this, he flicked through the latest book on the way back to his office, smirking to himself at the ridiculous argument being put forward; that the structure of the banking year was the reason why war broke out. He didn't even see James walking down the corridor until he turned the page and glanced to make sure he didn't walk into anyone. "Lost, or just loitering in the corridors?"

[james_aldo]

James gave a rather cheeky grin at that, sliding his hands into his pockets as he raised both brows. Hey, at least it was a professor he liked! Not only that, it was his favourite and best class. Normally, he would have sucked up to a professor, but in this case...

"Afternoon, Professor Delame," he said with a small grin. "As for what I'm up to? Not lost, at least not yet... that hasn't happened in a good while," he said with a small shrug. "And, hey, who wouldn't want to run into someone like me? So, loitering it is. And look! You happened to be the lucky one..."

He grinned a little more. "D'you mind if I ask what you're reading?"

[corps_et_ame]

He laughed, as he did like James a lot, as far as students went. He was good at history, for one thing. "Easy to get lost in this castle," Michel said off hand, "But apparently I won your loitering loitering lottery here."

He smirked and flicked his book closed, keeping his place with his middle finger to show him, "Goblin Wars of 1811. Except naturally, I think this guy's all wrong. It's new, you should read it. Well argued, if nothing else."

[james_aldo]

"It is," he agreed. "And, yeah, you seem to be the lucky one who gets to spend time with me. I think anyone'd be jealous."

James's head cocked to the side. Now, if there was one class that could always interest him and pull him right in, it was History of Magic (Potions too, but.... History of Magic moreso). He grinned at that. "Goblin wars," he said with a slightly raised brow, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "We should have more of those, though these days, it'd be more like... firstie wars, since most of them resemble goblins enough."

[corps_et_ame]

"Green with envy, I'm so sure. I should watch out for people trying to stab me in the back or something." He smirked and played with the pages of his book in his hand.

Michel couldn't help but laugh at that, "I thought the general idea was that wars were never supposed to happen, goblins, first years or anything else." He pondered this for a second, "I'm not sure the goblins would take well to you comparing them to first years."

[james_aldo]

James nodded and folded his arms. "Oh, you know they would," he said in a mock serious tone. "I mean, people would kill to be able to spend a few minutes with me! I'm simply that charming and amazing."

"I think I'd be insulted too, if someone compare me to a first year," he said thoughtfully, though there was still a broad grin on his face. "And, eh, a little rebellion... well, hurt a lot of things, but proved to be a lot of fun in the process?" He offered with a small laugh. "Unless, of course, you're on the losing side. And then it's horrible."

[corps_et_ame]

Michel laughed quietly to himself, as sarcasm always won out in his book, "I bet you've got people running after you and everything. I'd watch your back, you could have stalkers."

"It would be a mortally painful insult, I think." He ran his hand through his hair thoughtfully, "As for a rebellion? Well, you're alright as long as you stay in the first person; 'our rebellion', it's perfectly legal then. But as soon as your rebellion is referred to in the third person; 'their rebellion', run for your life, you're going to the guillotine." It was one of Michel's favourite topics, history wise, rebellion and revolution.