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Kaegen was in the study room, working on a experiment that most would find completely stupid. There really wasn't any good reason for it other than pure stupid curiosity. Kaegen had heard someone talk about paper coming from trees and from that moment it had become a major distraction for him. He had tried to plant paper, had tried to carve a book in the shape of a fish, much to the dismay of the librarian and in general had made a rather large fool of himself. His newest experiment was discovering if bowtruckles could bond to paper if it originated from a tree capable of making wands. He had no way to tell which books were made with the right kind of paper but that was alright, he had stacked a pile of books and had just released two bowtruckles he had borrowed from his side job at CoMC where he worked as the unofficial official assistant to professor Lear, although the previously mentioned professor had quite forgotten that Kaegen existed.

The bowtruckles were quite unhappy with the scenario and were rebelling, trying to run away from the pile and hiding in the desks books and shelves. Kaegen was currently clambering about trying to track them down, moving in his odd, smooth fashion. It was devoid of sharp motions, replacing the sudden jerks most people use to move around with a natural gliding movement. His eyes were the only part of him that moved irregularly, darting here and there in search of the bowtruckles.

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oof not exactly my best work. I was pretty busy all today and had to rush it.

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Reyna entered the study room. She had a lot of transfiguration homework to get done, and had for once decided to move away from the library to find some new places at which to work at. As she was putting down her books on a desk, an unkown little creature appeared infront of her. Reyna jumped back, taking in a sharp breath. It looked like nothing she had ever seen before - it was a twig-like little green creature, that couldn't have been more than 7 inches tall. After the initial shock, Reyna stepped closer to look at its goofy little face. It seemed pretty harmless, despite seeming a little unhappy.
- What's up with you, little guy? You seem a bit lost -. She whispered, not wanting to scare it off. Suddenly she noticed a boy she hadn't seen before. He moved weirdly around the room, his eyes slightly glowing. It seemed like he was looking for something - maybe a little twig creature? Reyna stood infront of it, hiding it behind her back.
- Hey you! Whatcha doing? You don't seem to be studying, that's for sure - Reyna said with a loud demanding tone, a friendly look on her face.

Stamina: 5 Agility: 6 Strength: 3 Control: 6
ArcPower: 5 Accuracy: 5

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A girl walked into the room, messed around with the books, whispered to the books, of all the outlandish things, and then asked him what he was doing, saying he didn't seem to be studying. She was incredibly loud, considering how quiet he was used to having things, but that didn't matter much.

His eyes kept darting to random places, suddenly and quickly changing course as if they were trying to surprise something that constantly lurked in the boy's peripherals. His voice was quiet and faraway, a whisper that did a decent job of carrying across the room while still not being exactly easy to hear.
"Working on an experiment. Do Bowtruckles bond to books?"

It wasn't exactly a good answer to her question, and to most people it would be more or less unintelligible. But the thought that he might have to elaborate on what he had said didn't cross his mind. Besides, if she was ravenclaw then she was probably used to riddles anyway, a crypic few words said by him wasn't going to throw her off.

He reminded himself how rare Bowtruckles were, and how he should probably find and return them to their cage in Care of Magical Creatures class before too long.
"See Bowtruckles?"

Saying that in more or less the girl's direction, he turned away from her and kept searching the shelves, sure they were somewhere in the area.

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Reyna blinked, confusion written all over her face. The boy had just turned away, without even giving her a chance to answer. He was quite peculiar. Not only did his movements seem unusual, but also the way he spoke. Apart from that, his explanation on what he was doing had only left her more intrigued. Reyna's head was filling up with curious questions about the boy . Who was he? Why did he act the way he did? What was he experimenting on and why? Was a bowtruckle the tiny little being she was hiding behind her back? She assumed it was. Reyna carefully moved the stacked books so, that they trapped the tiny being - the bowtruckle?- out of sight, hoping it wouldn't mind staying in there for a little while.
- Why would a bowtruckle bond with a book? - she asked curiously, as she followed the boy. - Aaaalso, where did you even get a bowtruckle? I don't think you're allowed to just release them in the study room.-
Reyna crossed her arms, hoping the boy would perceive the slightly judging and threatening tone in her voice. She would never actually rat him out, but she wanted to see how he would react. Apart from that, she was genuinely interested in his experiment and didn't want it to end just yet.

Stamina: 5 Agility: 6 Strength: 3 Control: 6
ArcPower: 5 Accuracy: 5

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"It's right there. Right there on the floor. Why couldn't you find it? I know it's invisible. That's why YOU FEEL FOR IT! GET OVER HERE, BOY!"
-Grandfather

Kaegen noticed nothing strange about the girl’s voice, completely skipping over any threatening tone she had tried to instill. All he heard were the questions, and questions liked answers. It was kind of strange that he still couldn’t find either one, they should have stuck out, green twig creatures with leaves on their heads among stacks of books wasn’t exactly hard to spot.

“Why would it not?”
The bigger question was not why Kaegen’s logic was sound, but why was it not sound. He found that if you couldn’t tell why something wasn’t, then it most often was. It probably would have helped if he had explained his reasoning and then went on to ask why it wasn’t sound, but the thought never even crossed the boy’s mind. Clueing in the people around him was something he had never been taught, as there had never been a need.

The other question she asked required a longer answer, or at least a medium sized one. Where did he get a bowtruckle? Around Hogwarts there were only two places you could find them. One being somewhere in the forbidden forest, probably, and the other being in their pen in the Care for Magical Creatures stables. He hadn’t ever found a bowtruckles among the trees skirting the edge of the forest, and therefore had gone with the much easier alternative.

“Took them from the stables”
He still wasn’t really looking at her, instead focusing all his attention at various crevices that Bowtruckles may or may not actually hide in.
“I’m studying with them. This is a study room.”

It was simple logic, wasn’t it? If you were studying something, then you could do it in here. It was the room’s purpose, after all. As he turned, there was a flash of green revealing the second bowtruckle, hiding on the boy’s back, in a fold of his cloak. It was perhaps the best hiding place in the room, but Kaegen certainly could not feel the additional weight of something so small, and kept looking, creeping and skulking and peering about.

It was actually quite amusing from an outside perspective. Two missing hippogriffs, one directly in front of a girl he wasn't paying attention to, hidden in a stack of books. And the other hiding on his robe.

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Reyna had a thoughtful look on her face. The boy was quite peculiar, she had never met anyone the slightest bit like him. She chewed over his words. She hadn't considered that studying could mean more than just reading books, but she still thought that the boy's experiment didn't make a lot of sense.
- Well... A bowtruckle is a living being, a book is an inanimate object. They might claim it as a possession and want to protect it, but only for selfish reasons. I do not see a reason why they would bond with it. - Reyna thought aloud. The boy had managed to intrigue her in the matter, she was very interested in his reasoning. He seemed to think outside the box, and for that Reyna couldn't help but admire him a little bit.
While awaiting his response, she noticed the tiny being desperately trying to hold on to the ravenclaw's cloak, swinging from one side to another as the boy continued looking for it. Reyna couldn't help but chuckle to herself at this scene. Oh, I could have fun with this...
- Hey! I think I just saw a bowtruckle run behind the shelf over there!- she exclaimed with fake surprise, pointing at the back of the room.

Stamina: 5 Agility: 6 Strength: 3 Control: 6
ArcPower: 5 Accuracy: 5

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Death. That was right, the books were dead. They may have had some kind of strange magic about them that captured his interest, but in the end they were fashioned from dead trees, not live ones. Bowtruckles were live, they would need living trees. After all, unless you could fashion a wand from the right kind of paper, there was nothing to support his idea.

His eyes stopped to think about what the girl had said, ponder it over and add it to the idea he had already fashioned. Perhaps he would have to give the books some semblance of life for it to work, perhaps bowtruckles just went off of color, and as long as the book was green they would be fine with it. He was about to consider painting a couple stacks of books when the girl pointed behind a corner, saying with obvious surprise that the bowtruckle had just been there.

He had been leaning his weight on his right foot, and instead of taking the time to back up he used it as a spring, moving a bit farther forward before pushing backwards, spinning in midair an inch from the ground and landing without a sound on his left foot. His motions were smooth. They were as natural as a falling leaf or bending reeds. As soon as his right foot followed the left in their soundless impact the young ravenclaw took off at incredible speeds.

They were by no means record breaking, but it was far too fast for a 11 year old. It was as inhuman as his sickly pale skin, and coupled with his graceful motions to make a striking combination. The boy tried to turn and go around the corner but messed up, a foot landing on the ground to support his sudden turn finding no yield to the hard stone. Instead of smoothly launching the boy forwards it twisted, inertia continuing to send Kaegen in the direction he had been going.

His short flight was ended by a landing that was as painful as it was fluid. The boy didn’t even try to stand back up, but reached forwards with longish fingernails, pulling himself forward with surprising speed as he struggled to catch up to the bowtruckle that wasn’t even there. His body slid over the top of the floor, feet pulled into his robe. His eyes scanning for the creature he was positive his vision must have just missed.
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