We Were Smart Kids With Too Much To Say Who: Nicolas Flamel and Albus Dumbledore Where: Potions Dungeons When: Long ago, their first year Summary: Nic and Albus meet for the first time Rating & Warnings: G, PG at the most Type: Thread Completion: In-progress
Nicolas Flamel absent-mindedly plopped into his cool seat in the dungeons. It was always cold in the potions class room but at the moment Nic was thinking nothing about the temperature. He was busy trying to organize his thoughts, scrambling to remember what he had all learned in his transfiguration class last period. Of course he had already read the whole book for the course and knew the concept behind the methods but at the moment it was just one of the thoughts that was fighting for his attention. In his mind, random thoughts whizzed in and out and Nic was always fighting to grasp at the ones that he thought were more important than others. He was a brilliant kid, but most of the time he exhausted his efforts on trying to put some organization to his ideas.
He decided to give up the task at hand, he could always just go back and re-read the chapter. It was just frustrating to him that he couldn't hold on to the words that the teacher had used in his lecture. Nic had tried taking notes but he would start to copy something down and a certain word would trigger a thought in his mind. He would end up starting to write that idea down where the last word left off. His notes almost always ended up looking like a scrambled mess, good for little other than the waste bin. Nic frowned down at his blotched and chicken scratched transfiguration notes one last time and tucked them away into his bag, trading them for a fresh bit of parchment and his potions book. This he had already read over and knew almost better than the back of his hand. Potions was his favorite class. Just about everything about it enthralled him. Everyday was a new discover, a new challenge.
His hazel brown eyes swept the room which was filling rapidly with his fellow first year Ravenclaws as well as first year Gryffindors, all of whom were scurrying to be in their seats before the tardy bell. Nic glanced at the front of the room, hoping to see the days assignment on the board. However, just like everyother day, the professor was leaving the board blank until he began the lecture.
No one sat next to Nic at the table, the other students had already established that Nic was an oddball and figured it best to just steer clear of him. He really didn't care though, he wasn't really a people person and he would only ever dare speak up to a room full of people to answer a professor's question. He smiled to himself, amused and wondering if anyone dared to sit next to the "freak" today.