PV @Oliver Hart
If the Professor wasn’t the one who paired them up, the blonde would skip out and do her own thing. Apparently the boy that Erin bullied at their graduation party the year before was good at Defense Against The Dark Arts. Oliver, she thought with a roll of her eyes. Dymphna didn’t even know his name until someone told her. He was a Ravenclaw too and she prided herself on at least putting names to faces, even if it were someone she didn’t speak with on a daily basis.
It wasn’t at all about his looks. Dymphna wasn’t that vain. Looks don't matter in the slightest. He was just a disgusting boy in every sense of the word. Anytime he seemed to come around, something bad happened. Bumping into her at the party, making a fool of himself in front of everyone and generally being a gross boy. She had to feel sorry for him though but that wasn’t what led to her sitting across the table from him in the Study Room. She wasn’t about to defy a Professor.
The Study Room was warmer than the library but not as bad as sitting next to the fireplace in the Small Hall. The space was more neutral to her than the others. The library was quieter, somewhere that she went to be alone and have a good think about the future, or in the case of the disaster of the graduation party, she went there to cry it out until her cousin Hjørdis came to comfort her. The fireplace in the Small Hall was sacred as well. It was where she and Reid met up to study together, especially nice during the colder months. She shrugged off her school robes as she thought of what to say. They hadn't spoken directly to one another.
Hello, Oliver,” she began simply and as politely as she could. Her mother taught her manners, even if the situation wasn’t ideal she wasn’t about to be rude. The assignment wasn’t exactly a class project, merely something extra to boost her grade and Oliver just so happened to be quite good in this particular class. She dug around in her untidy satchel, finding her parchment, ink and blue-feathered quill. It took her a minute more to find the correct notes parchment, written in her cursive that resembled something out of the 1800’s rather than modern day.
Every class written in a different colored ink but this one in particular was written in black - their eventual boggarts, the curriculum in general made her think of the dark. It was even in the classes name. Dymphna spread her textbooks out on the table, careful to give the boy space for his own things. ”I figure we should swap notes to compare and copy down anything we might’ve missed. You do take notes, don’t you?” Was he so good in the class that he didn’t bother? Without bothering to ask, she slid her notes towards him. Hopefully he would be able to read her handwriting. He wouldn’t be the first person to have trouble with it.
STA - 6 | EVA - 7 | STR - 4 | WIS - 10 +10% | ARC - 7 | ACC - 7
Part-Veela | Gobbledegook
Part-Veela | Gobbledegook