WHO: Thomas Raith and whomever walks by (open) LOCATION: His office WEEK: 59 TIME: Afternoon, after classes WHAT: Thomas is grading papers. Well, that's his story, at least. RATING: PG
Castiel was walking down the hall with an armload of books he really should be returning to the library sooner rather than later when he heard singing coming from an office. He paused to listen, the lyrics making him smile in spite of himself. He adjusted the stack of books in his hand and knocked on the office door. "Hi," he started, "I couldn't help overhearing you singing. It's a nice song."
Thomas cut off in mid hum, looking up with a smile. "Oh, hello. I'd say sorry, but if you liked it, I shouldn't apologize." He pushed to his feet. "Something I picked up while in London."
Castiel nodded in agreement. There wasn't anything to be sorry for. He spent so much time in the library that he had to admit he was sorely out of touch with what was going on in the muggle world. Perhaps it was time to visit his mother again and see how she was doing.
"What song was it? I'm afraid I haven't spent much time away from here in quite a while."
He managed a sheepish laugh. "Some silly pop song. 'Haven't Met You Yet' or something like that." Thomas shook his head. "It's fairly recent to the radio, though."
He tiled his head a little, realizing just how cut off from the world he was. It wasn't often he remembered to step away from his studies. He just had so much to learn and hardly enough time to go over it all. "I haven't spent much time listening to the radio in quite sometime. I'm often at the library researching Ancient Runes. Are you familiar with them?"
"It's difficult to get muggle radio signals in Hogwarts," Thomas agreed with a nod. "And...some. I'm afraid Runes was never really one of my best subjects." That one wasn't even faked. He'd just never gotten his head around them. "I can sometimes muddle my way through something very simple, but that's about it."
Castiel fidgeted a bit. The pile of books in his arms were starting to get heavy and he always had trouble with conversations after Ancient Runes was exhausted. He wracked his brain trying to think of a something to talk about, his gaze darting across the ceiling. "So, did you grow up with Muggles?" he asked, grasping at the first thing that came to him.
"No. Wizarding family. The Raiths?" Thomas smiled slightly. "And come in and put the books down, if you like. I'm certain I can manage some tea." He looked at his desk. "As soon as I remember where the teapot is. Or how to call to the kitchens for some."
The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place where exactly he had heard it before. There were too many names in his head from his years of research. He'd look into it sometime.
"Ah, thank you," he stated as he moved further into the room. He placed his books down on the floor, seeing no room for them on Thomas's desk. "How are your classes going?"
Well, Thomas had gone to Hogwarts at the same time as the Winchesters. Maybe that was it.
Thomas turned around, frowning before he sighed and grabbed his wand. "Accio kettle," he intoned, catching it as it came to his hand. Another spell filled it with water and he put it over the office's fire to heat. "Well, so far. Though it appears that there are a lot more students taking NEWT potions than when I was a student."
Castiel never was that great with names. At least the names of those who he wasn't close to. Considering that was all of one person, he really couldn't recall most of his classmates in the least. He was probably luck to remember his own first name.
"That's good to hear. I wish there was more interest in Ancient Runes, but what can you do?"
Thomas tsked softly, going through the desk to find the tea and teapot. Why he had them in there was anybody's guess. "True. But at least you know that the ones who are there really want to be there?"
Castiel tilted his head, considering that piece of information. "Yes, I guess that is true."
He leaned back in his chair to watch Thomas as he rummaged around his desk. It wasn't often he visited with other professors. In fact, it was almost a nonoccurence. It was nice to visit with other people. Although, it did take away from his research. He frowned slightly.
"What kind of tea are you preparing?" he asked as he rung his hands in his lap. Conversing with other people was surprisingly difficult. Much more so than reading a book in Ancient Runic.
It was probably lucky, then, that Thomas could carry the conversation for them both if necessary.
"Green tea," he said, checking the loose tea before scooping some of it into a small metal ball, which he tossed into the pot. "Lovely blend I found at a specialist shop in London. Specialist, of course, so that they can charge an arm and a leg more than the stuff one gets in the supermarkets, but they do know what they're doing so I don't really mind the extra expense. Too bad they can't take orders by owl, though."
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"What song was it? I'm afraid I haven't spent much time away from here in quite a while."
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"Ah, thank you," he stated as he moved further into the room. He placed his books down on the floor, seeing no room for them on Thomas's desk. "How are your classes going?"
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Thomas turned around, frowning before he sighed and grabbed his wand. "Accio kettle," he intoned, catching it as it came to his hand. Another spell filled it with water and he put it over the office's fire to heat. "Well, so far. Though it appears that there are a lot more students taking NEWT potions than when I was a student."
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"That's good to hear. I wish there was more interest in Ancient Runes, but what can you do?"
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He leaned back in his chair to watch Thomas as he rummaged around his desk. It wasn't often he visited with other professors. In fact, it was almost a nonoccurence. It was nice to visit with other people. Although, it did take away from his research. He frowned slightly.
"What kind of tea are you preparing?" he asked as he rung his hands in his lap. Conversing with other people was surprisingly difficult. Much more so than reading a book in Ancient Runic.
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"Green tea," he said, checking the loose tea before scooping some of it into a small metal ball, which he tossed into the pot. "Lovely blend I found at a specialist shop in London. Specialist, of course, so that they can charge an arm and a leg more than the stuff one gets in the supermarkets, but they do know what they're doing so I don't really mind the extra expense. Too bad they can't take orders by owl, though."
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