andrew kirke (kirkes) wrote in caged, @ 2013-11-23 22:04:00 |
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WAND WOODS Andy looked up sharply from idly scrawling yet more nonsensical notes, pulling his notes from class back into view so that he could look at them. Andy’s learning process was, like most things that he did, decidedly haphazard and with no real logical outline. He would write notes in class and then later re-write new notes from those and what he remembered. He would then fret about the lack of detail in his notes until the last minute when he’d cram and pass whatever test with a decent mark. It had worked for his OWL examinations - at least, the subjects that he’d enjoyed. Anything that he had little interest in had been a failing grade, but his passes were good enough to cancel them out. Mostly. He yawned, stretching his arms up to the ceiling as he did so, and looked around the library. It was fairly quiet, most people would be still enjoying a Saturday morning at leisure so he’d taken the opportunity to try and study something. He was detention-free so far and hoping to keep it that way, although that was probably about to change thanks to the new people with badges. He’d turned away from his irritation over the play and finally done some work on his notes on wands, if it could be classed as work when it was more like idle daydreaming in writing. Andy was about to return to his attempts at homework when he noticed a familiar face. In truth it was the back of someone’s head, but he’d sat behind her in classes enough to know it by sight. He picked up his parchment and textbook and sauntered forwards, attempting to appear as casual as possible. Casual, studious… but still smiling! It wouldn’t hurt to try chat to Eden once again. Eden was flipping through the pages of Witch Weekly to take a break from revising. She had been working on her Transfiguration but figured she had earned a well-deserved break and pulled out her latest issue, flipping through the fashion section. She had lost her taste for the quizzes, which could most likely to be blamed on a fellow classmate. She heard someone heading towards her and looked up for a second to see Andy Kirke before going back to reading about what was in fashion this week. “What do you want?” she asked, not meanly but not 100% friendly either. “How’s it going?” Andy asked her. It wasn’t obvious if he’d ignored or not heard her question, and he pulled a chair out to sit next to her. She hadn’t asked him to sit, but he didn’t expect that she’d mind too much. “So, Edie, you not a prefect? I’m surprised, you’ve got that Miss-Perfect thing going for you,” he told her, craning to look over her shoulder at the magazine. Girls’ magazines were weird, but he couldn’t see enough of the brightly-coloured pages to try and talk about with her. “Tough break, yeah?” Eden raised an eyebrow at him and then bounced the ball of parchment she’d wrinkled up off his face. “Oh I’m sure another person will get some weird moral obligation thing going and then I’ll be Prefect.” She was slightly jealous that Charlotte had gotten it instead of her, but it was still better than any Gryffindor. Besides it wasn’t like she was going to vocalize it. “But if I was Prefect I’d have to do rounds.” She made a face. “Agreed, responsibility and duties would be awful,” Andy grinned even as the parchment hit him square on the nose. He rubbed his nose slowly before picking up the ball of parchment and tossing it back over to her. Throwing things at him might be a sign that she liked him, he wondered idly before snapping back to reality and wiping the stupid grin off his face. Be cool. “Soooooooo,” he made the word as long as possible, trying to think of something to say. Andy’s usual topics of conversation were Quidditch or jokes, and he wasn’t entirely sure if Eden would appreciate his repertoire of knock-knock jokes that he’d been trying to cheer up his classmates with earlier in the week. Quidditch it was. “You going to the match later?” “Um duh,” Eden said, looking back at her copy of Witch Weekly. “Qudiditch is like the only thing to do here on non-Hogsmeade weekends.” Sometimes this place was so boring, it was too bad. There was an add for new eyeshadow, that she decided that she would need to owl her mum about. Oh maybe she could send samples for the rest of the girls in her dorm. “Are you?” “Duh!” Andy echoed her response. “I’m commentating again, can’t wait!” He smiled, shifting a little in his chair as he tried to decide what to say next. “I mean, you’re completely right. This place is lacking in just about anything fun,” he craned to peer at her magazine once again, but found no inspiration in a picture advertising make-up. If only he were good at talking to girls in these situations. He picked up the ball of parchment and rolled it around in his hands. “If you’re going,” he started, a little halting and unsure of where he was going to go with his sentence. “I mean, you are. So.” Andy dropped the ball, nerves taking hold as he tried to act naturally and just smile. “Of course you are, you just said you are. But if you’re going-” he gulped one breath before delivering the last of his sentence in such a rush that his words were barely distinguishable. “-Do you want to sit with me?” And then he realised what he’d said. “I mean if you’re not with your friends or your boyfriend-” Andy cringed, to the best of his knowledge she didn’t even have a boyfriend, “- if you’ve got a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend I mean I’m not going to judge-” Andy gulped another breath at the end of that rush of words. “But it’d be cool. You know. Pals. Hanging out. At the match.” He picked up the ball of parchment once again and hoped desperately for some magical force to save him, but no help arrived. “Um, what sorry?” Eden asked, realizing she hadn’t been paying attention and had been focusing on the eyeshadow still. It was a pretty color and she thought it would go with her skin tone decently enough. Oh maybe her mom could send her the whole line if it was available, but of course her mother might say they weren’t her colors. She blinked a few times and realized that maybe he had asked her if she wanted to sit with him at the match. Well that was weird, she said frowning a little bit, but like obviously. “Um how good is the view where you sit?” she asked, flipping the page. Andy hardly noticed her indifference and instead broke into a grin. “Um, the best view probably. Because of the announcing and stuff, I can’t be stuck in one of the stands with a rubbish look at everything. And I’ve got some Omnioculars that dad got me at the World Cup, I don’t need them so much for the matches here but you can borrow them if you want!” Andy babbled away, barely noticing that she had been reading her magazine instead of listening to his nonsense. “Okay sure,” Eden said completely clueless to how big of a deal this was for Andy. If it had been Slytherin playing she would have sat with her housemates but with Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff she didn’t care nearly as much so a good seat was probably the best option so she could at least see everything. Especially if the Hufflepuffs embarrassed themselves for being Hufflepuffs. “Awesome!” Andy’s grin widened and he jumped up from his seat quickly. “I mean, yeah! Cool!” He tried but failed to seem a little less enthusiastic. “I love Quidditch and yeah!” He scraped his chair back under the desk. “I’ll see you later Edie!” Andy chirped, already terrified by the idea that he had just attempted to ask out Eden Pucey. Eden shook her head when he said too many words but mostly ignored it. Whatever Andy. It was just a Quidditch match. She flipped another page in her magazine and settled down to read for a bit longer. |