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The Alternative  PV D. Teague   Closed 

Private to Dymphna Teague
Elijah liked to pretend he was smart.

Well, maybe "pretend" wasn't necessarily the right word. He knew he was smart and that he could pass the classes set out for him, but he wasn't anything like his sister. Where she was naturally gifted with her mind and utilizing it, harnessing the raw power she held, Elijah had to knock a little bit harder to tap into his reservoir of brain power. He took copious notes, studied harder than anyone else, but he knew he couldn't even hold a candle to Celestine's brilliance.

Studying so hard, so thoroughly, took up a lot of his time. Perhaps that was why he knew would never be fit to try out for the Quidditch team- when it took so much of him to keep his head above water in the academics area, there was absolutely no way he'd be able to juggle both sports and grades. 

While in the Muggle world, everything was at least manageable, there was an entirely different curriculum in Hogwarts. It was almost like learning another language, one that he had to pick up on the fly, and it was far, far harder to pick up than Chinese, he was sorry to say.

Simply put, learning magic was really fricking hard.

But who could blame him? The kid was so logic-wired, the only difference between him and a computer was the fact that blood ran through his veins. Perhaps what truly was the biggest difference between him and his sister was his absolute lack of creativity. That's what Ravenclaw also stood for, right? Alternative solutions to puzzling problems, and creative outlooks on the ordinary things in life.

Looking up from his homework, he finally took a bit of a break from staring at his notes. It didn't make sense to him whatsoever, and he had already exhausted all of his options- his textbooks, his sister's past notes, and his own notes. None of it could help change his confusion about Transfiguration.

He simply couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you could change one object to another. The rules helped a little bit, but it went against every bone, blood cell, and moral belief in his body. His mother and father performed these spells all of the time, yet he chose to ignore it and learned to stop bombarding Celestine with questions on how it worked.

He worshipped the god that was Science, and Science said you couldn't bend the laws of nature like this. Molecules and atoms were set up in certain ways specifically so things like this couldn't happen- all of this shape-shifting and turning one thing into another. It blew his mind that things like this could and would happen, which currently made Transfiguration his worst subject.

His in-depth analysis and arguments about everything that made up the class had given him a bit of trouble with the professor, and he knew just how disappointed his father would be if he should see his grades. Swallowing his pride, he abruptly stood up, his eyes flickering across the room, in a desperate search for a Ravenclaw.

His gaze settled on a blonde girl with pale skin, sporting the robes of house Ravenclaw. Taking a deep breath, he padded on over to her as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb anyone else in the room, should they actually be attempting to get some work done. This... this was his last resort. She was his alternative solution.

"Pardon me," he said quietly, meekly, hoping that his voice would be enough to get her attention. "Could you spare a bit of time to help me with my Transfiguration homework?" Insert a small, pitiful smile, convincing in every way. It was a move he employed quite often when he required a better grade from the odd teacher who hadn't taken a liking to him in school. "I do believe I don't quite understand it... rather problematic, wouldn't you think? You know, considering it's essentially the basis of our entire society."

Sometimes, you just have to play the role of a fool to fool the fool who thinks they're fooling you.
ELIJAH HUANG→ 6 STA || 7 STR || 5 AGI || 12 CTRL

The Alternative  PV D. Teague   Closed 

PV @Elijah Huang
The blonde found that some subjects came easy to her. The ones that she enjoyed the most were subjects her peers might find boring — History of Magic was by far her favorite class, alongside Transfiguration and Astronomy. Anything that has its own sort of language and maps drew her in.

Dymphna did well at school. But she was keeping a secret, even from her constant study companion Reid. It was embarrassing to admit failure, defeat over something as simple as a plant. Herbology wasn’t something she felt she understood all that well, she was barely getting by. Then there was Potions, how was she supposed to be a Healer if they kept mucking up?

In her own way, she was pretending. To be little miss perfect which she was certain someone was calling her behind her back. Why wouldn’t they, when she asked for extra assignments to make sure she could get passing marks in certain classes? Her mother was going to be disappointed when she found out, which is why she put it off so long.

There was still time to understand it all. Only four more years until the more serious exams. All Dymphna had to do was keep up with the extra assignments and study her brains out. Not during her study time with Reid of course, she would focus on the easier subjects then and help explain the things she was actually good at if he needed her to.

She was lost in thought, looking as though she’d been reading with a book open in front of her, when a small voice spoke up. Dymphna’s eyes fell on the boy. Black hair and sad puppy dog eyes. He wasn’t familiar. That didn’t mean she couldn’t help him however. She closed her book with a snap that was too loud for the library, happy to have something else to focus on for a while.

“Take a seat. I don’t mind,” Dymphna replied with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “What’s giving you trouble? It’s not too bad but that’s just me. Very strict subject, you know?” It was somewhat scientific, now that she thought about it. Even just one wrong wiggle of a wand could muck up a spell.

Once he was seated, Dymphna reached out her hand for a shake. It wasn’t something she did often when making introductions, but her family taught her to be polite so she was at least trying. “I’m Dymphna but call me Dymph.” The nickname stuck thankfully, her full name wasn’t something she was fond of at this stage in her life. “I haven’t seen you around, do you come to the library often?”

STA - 6 | EVA - 7 | STR - 4 | WIS - 10 +10% | ARC - 7 | ACC - 7
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