Brynjolf Nilssen
That's not how any of it works
Tue May 15, 2018 12:10

Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of those classes that Bryn was taking because he was bored. It was more interesting then History of Magic by far and he figured that it was more practical as well. Chances were it would help him only in practical knowledge and application. Professor Embers was perched on a box in the middle of a room. It rattled and groaned occasionally but the woman atop it didn’t seem to care. It was one of the things that kept him interested in the class. Embers always managed to throw things that were interesting their way and challenging each time. The topic was just the same this time and slowly students started making their way up to face up against their fears.

He’d yet to tackle his own boggart, rather certain that he could trump it anyway. He’d encountered a boggart before when they’d moved into the house they currently lived in and he definitely didn’t treasure the memory. Back then, it had been his mother wielding a spoon and telling him how much better his sister was. When his father had found him, he’d been a crying mess. He certainly didn’t want to repeat that in front of the whole class although he couldn’t imagine his biggest fear was the same.

Bryn glanced over as the next person came up to the front. He watched the slinky turn into Rose and that was when his eyes drifted to the person. It was Marissa her wand slightly raised but her expression was struck with some kind of emotion. He didn’t catch what happened, but he turned his eyes back to the boggart in enough time to see it switch to Holland. And then it was Counselor Tennant. They were all saying things, but Bryn couldn’t exactly hear what. All he knew was that Marissa’s stricken expression and lack of action to cast a spell was making everyone stare. It wasn’t more than a few other people later that Marissa excused herself. She disappeared and the fake person vanished, only replaced by another student’s fear.

The Draco excused himself from where he was standing, making sure that he didn’t bump into anyone as he searched for the girl who had disappeared moments ago. Sure they hadn’t had much to do with each other - Marissa had her click of friends and the only time they’d really interacted with each other was in classes or the brief lecture with Madeline – but he still wanted to make sure she was okay for some reason. It didn’t take him too long to find the figure sitting in the corner, hood drawn over her face.

“Marissa?” He asked, crouching down and settling next to her. He wasn’t exactly the greatest at dealing with emotions and stuff but he considering Marissa a friend. “Are you alright?” That was a stupid question for sure, he was sure that she wasn’t. He wasn’t real sure what to do but he had to try? He’d want someone to do the same for him and Marissa was one of the nicer people he’d met in this school. “None of that’s true, you know.”

  • That's not how it works - Marissa Kendrick, Sun May 6 14:11
    Marissa wasn’t entirely sure why she was taking Defense Against the Dark Arts. She didn’t plan on pursuing it when she graduated from Rocky Mountain International – she didn’t want to be an Auror or... more
    • That's not how any of it works - Brynjolf Nilssen, Tue May 15 12:10
      • You got the reference! Yay! - Marissa , Sat May 19 20:57
        It didn’t take long for Marissa to place the voice. She’d honestly expected someone else - maybe Rose or Danny or Holland - to come check on her. Her heart sunk slightly when she realized it wasn’t... more
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