Hey, life's messy; gotta deal with it at some point
Fri Jan 13, 2017 00:10

"Oh... right," Russell muttered by means of acknowledgement, feeling a bit dumb. He had seen Professor Rasnick fly off ahead of them. But having multiple professors was in itself a very new experience for him. Even at his Muggle private school, he'd had really only one primary teacher overseeing his studies in maths, sciences, and history. His parents believed that was a sign of a proper private school: you paid for what you wanted, and what they (and he) had wanted was a totally personal, free-form learning structure. It had worked well, but he had gotten used to the predictability of his teacher. Conversely, RMI had different professors for every subject, and this was his first round of classes; how was he to know how to act around each professor, or how they would act around him?

And Professor Rasnick already seemed a little nuts. No offense meant, but seriously. Setting up a massive obstacle course, even with the help of magic, was way more work than Russell could imagine ever wanting to put into anything on the first day of class.

"No, whatever it is, it's hiding well," he asserted firmly - probably the first time he'd spoken assertively since arriving here, if he was being honest with himself, which he usually was. Russell's areas of expertise put "colour" way out in left field, but vision was front-and-centre. Enhanced by black-tinted goggles, he could make use of the more tolerable level of sunlight to note sharp distinctions in the scenery around them, down to every shadow on the trees. If the unknown creature(s) had been more mediocrely concealed, he would have definitely seen them. Or almost definitely, at least; a little room for error couldn't hurt.

With another Flipendo, the lanky fourth-year sloshed through the mud. He heard a few more cackles, as well as something that sounded suspiciously like a hey, over here. Yeah, that wasn't malicious at all, he reflected, a little puzzled at why his feet kept stopping as if to walk over. Russell wasn't exactly the king of Good Life Choices, but to go check out the creepy laughter was likely the worst choice possible right now. Still, despite his train of thought, he found himself trailing behind the log-rider, and had to hurry to catch up when he somehow got turned around perpendicular. Weird.

He hesitated at accepting the offered hand - he was covered in mud, after all, while the log-rider no-longer-riding-a-log Holland (perfect timing, really, names were easier to think to oneself than question marks) seemed to have stayed cleaner. "Er, yeah." Russell waffled a moment longer before taking Holland's hand, using Holland to steady himself as he climbed out. "Russell. Uh, Drew. Russell Drew. That's me. I transferred in this year. And you're... not new?" Oh, man, he needed to speech better. He was out of practice.

Flicking his wand back at the log, he got it floating overhead again and resumed his slow pace onwards, although it wasn't too long until he was able to put the log back down again, staring with vague trepidation at what seemed to be a gaping tunnel ahead. "Did you want to work together, or something?" he questioned hesitantly. It sort of seemed like it, since Holland had waited for him at the mud pit. But he wasn't sure how they could tag-team a tunnel, of all things.

  • Then you’re welcome to stay in it - Holland, Thu Jan 12 21:06
    Holland thought they knew everyone in their year, and most of the fourth-years as well, but they were certain they’d never seen this boy before. The goggles made it hard to tell, but the only... more
    • Hey, life's messy; gotta deal with it at some point - Russell, Fri Jan 13 00:10
      • That’s one way to look at it - Holland, Fri Jan 13 13:59
        The transfer’s full name was two first names, which was a thing Holland had always found suspicious, but they answered his question anyway. “Fifth-year. Lyra,” in case the hair wasn’t a giveaway.... more
        • It's a practical approach - Russell, Fri Jan 13 19:17
          Holland, who was not new, was apparently game to work together, or at least game enough to have taken the plunge first into the tunnel. Russell found himself vaguely wishing that he had gone in... more
          • I’m more theoretical - Holland, Sat Jan 14 14:49
            Mostly using their arms, Holland pulled themself through the mud under the tarp and decided they would love to never do this again. It was a good thing Frankie wasn’t here—Holland’s Quidditch captain ... more
            • I'm kind of symmetrical - Russell , Sat Jan 14 17:52
              As it turned out, Russell wasn't entirely the odd one out because Holland's education had almost gone the same way that his had. That was interesting. More interesting was hearing that Holland's dad... more
              • I’m mostly apocryphal - Holland, Sun Jan 15 17:44
                Russell’s water charm came out with all the strength of a fire hose, which startled Holland a bit but got the job done. Their own (more restrained) spell was a controlled stream that they used to... more
                • And a little existential - Russell, Mon Jan 16 02:04
                  He nodded and flicked his wand in a tight spiral with a mutter. This charm was one Russell had practiced a lot. California was basically all summer; avoiding the sun was inconvenient, but more so was ... more
                  • But you’re less hypothetical - Holland, Tue Jan 17 15:14
                    Russell’s spell worked exactly as he said it would, and Holland did their best to commit his wand movement and incantation to memory. He sort of mumbled it, so they would likely ask later. It could... more
                    • That's canonical - Russell , Wed Jan 18 19:13
                      "Oh, really?" was his reply as he tried not to look too relieved. He thought Holland was a little shorter than him, maybe - it was hard to tell accurately since he was still barefoot and that might... more
                      • And not allegorical - Holland, Mon Jan 23 14:13
                        “It’s just mud,” they said, not flinching as Russell stepped into their hand. Obviously they’d prefer not getting muddy, but it was a lost cause at this point in the obstacle course. The mud would... more
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