Ruben Lundqvist
Actions speak louder than words
Wed Apr 19, 2017 21:34
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Ancient Runes wasn't a subject that Ruben had always appreciated. This wasn't too unusual - most kids in the Nordic countries, muggle and magical alike, were practically raised on the old mythology, told tales of Oden's feats as bedtime stories and in turn of the massive runestones that peppered central Sweden and Norway which such tales had been once recorded on. His own childhood education had not exactly been typical, being swapped around in foster homes for nearly all of his pre-Durmstrang years, but this was one area in which it had taken almost the same pattern as kids of more consistent homes. And so, like many others, he had been handed Durmstrang's courselist and find Runes listed alongside more obviously magical subjects, and had scoffed at what would surely be boring compared to spellcasting.

He'd been surprised to learn that runology of the magical world, while rooted in the same language history as his nonmagical upbringing, actually took some completely different meanings from the otherwise-identical alphabets. It was a serious topic and had quickly become his favourite of what he referred to as book subjects - courses read in the most literal sense. But Ancient Runes at RMI, as he was figuring out with each new week of classes, was read even more literally. Durmstrang's location made it ideal for regular field trips out to runestone sites; when the weather was too harsh to compromise, they even had runic specialists come in for special talks and translations. RMI, though, treated Runes more as a theoretical class. Which probably explained why Arianna Wilson had taken to sending him Looks every time he started talking.

...Well, it was either his criticisms of her lecture material (when he bothered to pay attention), or his additions to the textbook (it was the only of his textbooks he actively read), or possibly just the fact that he refused to raise his hand before speaking and instead jumped in whenever she paused to breathe (why waste time?). Ruben wasn't completely sure which of those the woman's Looks were most triggered by and he wasn't completely interested in finding out. It was irrelevant to his insight on Runes.

With his book swinging under his arm and his ballpoint pen tucked behind one ear (because, much like how it was a waste of time to raise one's hand and wait to be called on, it was also a waste to cart around a notebook when there were perfectly good margins waiting to be scrawled in), Ruben stepped without hesitation into the Aquila commons. The separation of Houses, he had mixed feelings about, mostly because it could be hard to get alone time with Holland even in a school this size. But he liked the whole falling-through-the-floor thing they had going here. It was satisfying.

He was about to head for the dorms, thinking to dump his lone book and then perhaps see if Rose was around to join him for his training, when he spotted a familiar clump of red curls and changed course. "Hey, Marissa." His fellow fifth-year seemed to be checking her makeup, and he grinned. Ruben didn't like to advertise himself as, well, self-focused, except in the area of his hair, which he didn't make any effort to hide. Just on the walk over, he had cornered that skittish kid in the hall and had without any pretence used the reflection in his sunglasses to confirm that his blonde locks, today in a half-braid, were still in place. Marissa always looked good, and he'd be the last to judge her checking herself out.

"It is a good day for cookies," Ruben cheerfully returned in place of an actual answer as he flopped into the chair beside her and let out a sigh. Fan, it was hard to sit comfortably sometimes with his long frame, but these chairs were great. No complaints there. Reaching for the cookies she'd indicated, he noticed that the cookie now in his hand seemed to be the only one taken off the otherwise-full plate. "Did you not want any for yourself?" He glanced up at Marissa as he asked the question. Blue eyes narrowed immediately at the recognizable sight of a slow-forming welt. On some, that might be a normal sight, but not on Marissa. "Who hit you?"

  • Not even sure what to say here - Marissa Kendrick, Wed Apr 19 20:33
    Marissa had found a corner in the surprisingly quiet Aquila common room. There was usually something happening – people playing strategy games or practicing questionable spells – but it wasn’t like... more
    • Actions speak louder than words - Ruben Lundqvist, Wed Apr 19 21:34
      • Let me get some action in, then - Rose Farnon, Thu Apr 20 05:01
        Since Rose had classes in the morning, her shift at Kimball’s Quidditch Supply had been short today - only a few hours. Which was just as well, since she had homework that she had... more
        • No, no action. Just talking. - Marissa, Thu Apr 20 09:57
          “Ruben,” she genuinely smiled when she saw the other fifth year. “It’s always a good day for cookies.” Marissa didn’t know much about the other student. Mostly, she knew some things that Holland had... more
          • Booooring - Ruben, Thu Apr 20 12:28
            If Marissa genuinely thought that she could get away with continuing to talk about cookies now - well, he’d have to educate her on that. Ruben had a good eye for spotting signs of violence, in large... more
            • Let me liven things up - Rose, Fri Apr 21 05:07
              ”Don’t do the Scary Rose thing.” Rose made a face, but didn’t object. She had pointedly ignored Ruben’s comment about the cookie (to be fair, she hadn’t noticed him having a cookie, but to be equally ... more
              • I don't have a say in this, do I? - Marissa, Sat Apr 22 16:35
                Rose sat down, and Marissa felt a little better. She’d heard stories about Ruben and how capable he was in Dueling Club; in fact, she’d heard most of it from Rose. Imagining the two of them getting... more
                • Nope. We're taking over. - Ruben, Sat Apr 22 17:28
                  Ruben made a noncommittal grunt in the back of his throat, acknowledging her response. He wasn’t completely surprised that Marissa hadn’t hit back, but the surprised way that she had answered him... more
                  • Takeover outfits and all - Rose, Sun Apr 23 10:03
                    It was entirely unsurprising that Marissa hadn’t hit Camilla back; it had been clear that Ruben didn’t know her very well when he’d asked. Of the two girls, Rose was infinitely more likely to punch... more
                    • Wait! I can explain. - Marissa, Sun Apr 23 10:56
                      Somehow, Marissa’s idea of Not A Big Deal did not seem to match what her friends thought, because now there were exploding cookies everywhere. The snickerdoodle in her hands turned into a cloud of... more
                      • Not the most helpful explanation - Ruben, Sun Apr 23 17:21
                        Still fuming at the opposite half of the room as if the now cookie-particle-clogged air had become some kind of enemy, Ruben listened with only partial attention to Rose's rant. Not that the other... more
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