When one has a break, it is to study.
Name(s): Delita, whoever wants to bug him.
Location: The Library
Week: Week 37
Time: After classes are out.
Rating: PG for the occasional swear that might come out of Delita's headspace.
( It was certainly more peaceful than the dorms. )
From what Luke had seen the library was usually littered with sparse individuals not quite focused on what they were in the library for--some people would be talking to others while some would just be roaming around for books. It made Luke a little curious when he saw someone studying as intently as Delita. '..Huh.' Maybe it was some really powerful collection of spells.
The redhead didn't quite understand the concept of being quiet in a library either, because he strolled right up to the student and asked in a normal tone of voice, "Hey, what's that you're reading?" Must've been something important if he was concentrating that hard.
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So, like a good little student, he corrected his notes, wrote it in a much more legible manner, and kept it more organized, set so as to be more useful when studying for the next test.
...Potions. Not his most favored subject, but a fond one--and one he would love to keep his grade standing as static as possible in, unless it raised of course.
He wanted to let out a sigh at the sound of the other boy's voice, but rather glanced up towards him, giving him a quick, appraising look.
"Potions." he said, though not at all rudely. It wasn't as if he wasn't mostly done anyway, and he had plenty of time before the library closed. "I am revising my notes."
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But still, What was the point of doing something revising notes for it? Sounded like what someone would do if they were really bored and had nothing else to occupy them. ...Okay so he, himself, was in the library staving off being unentertained, So Luke guess he understood, in a way. "You must really like potions if you're putting in all that effort."
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Though, truthfully, he felt that way about Divination and herbology. But courses needed to be taken with much care, and needed to be passed at all costs.
He had a reputation to garner, after all. That and something to prove.
Still, this young man didn't seem as if he was the most studious of people...an average student at best, staving off boredom the best he could. A normal young man, maybe.
"It is a class I am fond of, though not my favorite." He said, glancing over his notes a moment before turning back to him. "It's simply that I had erred in my notes the day before, and when there is error, correction is necessary."
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Hey. Maybe this guy was from a family that knew his parents or something.
"That's kind of unnecessary, considering." Luke added in a rushed and rather disinterested hurry. He could find out the class by if the kid had a famous family name. ""I'm Luke fon Fabre. What's you're name?"
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But it stuck. This was one of the many things that made Delita despise living in a rather wealthy Magical Family. Though he himself was of humble beginnings...Muggle beginnings perhaps.
Though if he had said such things out loud, Delita would probably have not even bothered speaking to Luke any further.
He would not be associated with those who harmed his sister, or who treated others as 'below' themselves for their own amusement.
But as it was, he noted the strange tone to Luke's voice, and kept it memory. He didn't speak of it, however.
"Delita Heiral, Ravenclaw."
He would always state his house after his name, since they always asked him that damn question right afterwards.
He did smile, though it was a polite one. Delita was never one for social gatherings or speaking, though he knew that he would eventually have to learn.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
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"You sound like some people I used to know from home, but I don't know you're name off-hand." Back to some other topic, since he wasn't going to talk about that sort of thing unless he had to. "No one from home would work hard enough to copy notes twice either."
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But from his next statement, he was almost sure of it. He sounded like someone he knew? Surely he meant a Pureblood, or someone similar? He doubted that a normal muggle or a half-blood would 'sound' as such, seeing as he picked up his speech patterns from Purebloods themselves. There were those who were tolerable of course, and those who were kind, but most...
"By people you used to know, I assume you mean a Pureblood." It wasn't unfriendly, but it had an edge to it. Obviously, it struck a bit of a nerve with him. "I am sorry, but I am not of that lot. Muggle-born, to be precise."
Though he had to smile at the last bit. A genuine smile, maybe, but nothing too large. Tiny, only quirking up. Nothing unfriendly.
"I merely do what I must. When you wish to succeed, you work, do you not? That is all I wish to do. No more, no less."
Of course, that was a lie. But he didn't have to know that. Opening up was the last thing Delita wished to do. Not with someone he just met, or anyone else. He could keep all of that to himself.
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The thought made Luke give his new acquaintance an awkward glance, "I don't think I've met someone who was a Muggle before." Luke had a knack for disregarding manners (and subtle inflections) which was made quite obvious as he finished his thought out loud. "You don't look much different than Pure-bloods, I guess." The last guy he met who was a muggle made him a little wary of the Muggle temperament.
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Delita's calm mask dropped a moment, in order to give him a quizzical, then an approving, look. Maybe there were some students here who really didn't care. That was on the upside--it would make his changes easier once he had gone to the top to make them.
...Whenever that would be. Not soon, no...this was just a stepping stone. But one day--
"...I see. But you are right--on outward appearances were are not that much different at all, if any different. I apologize. It was wrong of me to snap."
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"But seriously. I wouldn't work so hard on succeeding in a place like this." There were pranks all the time like that one serum thing, and the teachers were weird as all hell. Not to mention that the teachers let monsters loose all the time. Ugh, why did his parents ever agree to work here? "It doesn't seem as prestigious as people make it sound."
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Even non-prestigious, it would still garner the attention of those higher on the chain to hear of one with perfect attendance, high grades, and good magical skills.
"Even so, it would not bring much harm to work your hardest, would it?"
His words weren't snippish, merely neutral, as equally neutral brown eyes kept their gaze fixed on Luke.
"Prestigious or not, there is still much that can be gained from doing well in a scholastic environment. Even if you do not gain anything more worthwhile,"
Which he would, damn it. He was not going to be set aside.
"Is not the learning itself good enough?"
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"If we're never going to use it, there's no real point. It's not like we're running around fighting in a war where we need to know." Knowing just for the sake of knowing was kind of stupid, too.
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It sounded right to him. Besides something like...Divination, every bit of knowledge was useful, stuck in the back of his brain for further use later. Who knows? Maybe he'd be able to use it for his own ambitions someday...or whatever the future brought.
One must not simply think that something is useless just because it seems it.
...Though perhaps Delita should have taken his own damn advice, with as many times he mentally chastised the divination professor for teaching something so horribly useless in his youth. But at least he still remembered how to do it, however badly he was at it, just in case he needed it.
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