Of course. I'm running by Prof. Maturin's office in a bit (don't ask. Really.) and his office is in the dungeons near you. So when I'm done there, I'll swing by Slytherin.
Robin waited in the Slytherin Common Room, having propped the door open so that Chance could get in. He plucked at his sleeve, not yet comfortable in these new garments. For he had followed Chance's advice and given up his traditional clothing: he now wore a pair of jeans, a tshirt, a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of bright white sneakers to finish off the look, all thoughtfully provided by house-elves.
His long hair was gone too, thanks to a particularly industrious house-elf. Robin had a three-day growth of stubble as well - all in all, he did not look a whit like Robin Hood. Which was the point, actually. He wondered what Chance would think.
Of course, Chance experiences what is for her the equivalent of a doubletake.
She blinks.
It's easy to forget how young he is. He looks every bit that young, now, dressed this way. In fact, he looks like he could be one of Chance's undergraduates.
"Good camouflage," she congratulates him. "Better if you were at a Muggle school instead of Hogwarts, but it works."
He laughed and turned around for her perusal. "So it is acceptable? I have another garment as well, to wear out-of-doors, but it was too warm to put on in here."
"Yes. The shoes will look less glaringly bright after you scuff them up a little," she says. "Has it been a success so far? You look less tense than you did. No more run-ins of the incredibly awkward kind?"
Robin examined his shoes. "They are not to stay white?" He rubbed a hand on the back of his newly-shorn neck. "Nay, I have not seen anyone for a few days now, except Renata. If I look less tense it is because of her," he added, blushing slightly, but smiling.
"Nope, they're not supposed to stay white. They're not dress shoes. They're for running around in. General day-to-day wear, outdoors, that kind of thing. So they'll work just fine for you." He really does remind her more and more of her undergrads. The little blush, the beaming. The neck-rubbing gesture of pleased embarrassment is practically pure Simon, though, which makes her smile a little too. "Don't think you've mentioned a Renata before."
"Renata... is new," he said, sounding slightly surprised. "You would like her, I think. She is here, in Slytherin, though she has been busy for some days." He rubbed his unshaven chin thoughtfully. "She has a gift, Chance, the like of which I have never seen. She caused one of the moving staircases to halt; she reads emotions. While I... talk to trees." He shrugged, amused, confident. "But for all that we are drawn to each other."
Chance's grin fades. People with gifts ... She's picturing something someone like Dancy. Or Gillian, much as she might like the girl. Hell, she has kind-of-memories of maybe feeling friendly toward Dancy.
Well, she isn't one to judge, given she married Deacon Silvey.
"That's good," she says. "What does she think of the new look?"
Chance is about to say something meaningless and reassuring, the same way she might to a colleague who's just gotten a perm or something, but then it occurs to her. "That probably depends on what she's used to, where she's from."
Chance ducks her head, a little embarrassed. "It doesn't go, today. I've been a little busy. Had a scare concerning a friend. Everything's okay, though." The way she says it makes clear there isn't any point in asking about it further.
Of course. I'm running by Prof. Maturin's office in a bit (don't ask. Really.) and his office is in the dungeons near you. So when I'm done there, I'll swing by Slytherin.
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His long hair was gone too, thanks to a particularly industrious house-elf. Robin had a three-day growth of stubble as well - all in all, he did not look a whit like Robin Hood. Which was the point, actually. He wondered what Chance would think.
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She blinks.
It's easy to forget how young he is. He looks every bit that young, now, dressed this way. In fact, he looks like he could be one of Chance's undergraduates.
"Good camouflage," she congratulates him. "Better if you were at a Muggle school instead of Hogwarts, but it works."
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Well, she isn't one to judge, given she married Deacon Silvey.
"That's good," she says. "What does she think of the new look?"
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