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Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

The sound of clattering porcelain pierced the silence of the study room as George gathered his implements from a house elf's hands. Study supplies of a most unusual sort, each piece laid out as prescribed. He'd already had some tea leaves brought up - fine ground, and ideal for an afternoon cup or arcane ritual. Boiling hot water waited in a teapot on a secluded corner table. A candle flickered nearby to aid in reading and proper ambiance. Nearly ready.

He leaned over and took a deep breath above the tea leaves. The textbook had mentioned the scent of them being of some importance, but that was trivial compared to what he'd experience once those leaves were prepared. The most important pieces of the puzzle were the last to arrive, and he set them down delicately, pinching the handle of the cup as if he were afraid it might shatter at his touch. It landed on the little dish he'd set out with a soft click. And that was the last of it.

Thumping his rear back down to his seat, the eager student flipped open a dog-eared page of Unfogging the Future and set his spoon down across the center to make sure the dusty pages didn't turn back on him. Bold black text described the nature of the chapter. Tessomancy - the art of reading tea leaves, it was. To a muggle, things like divination were just distractions. Displays of lunacy or finessed con-artistry, charging a pound to reveal what your future might hold. But that was before magic was real. And now that it was, George wasn't about to wait and find out what came next. He wanted to see just how the story ended.

That wasn't exactly how it worked, though. You needed something in your mind, a question to be answered. But he had too many questions, and his stomach was nearly full from lunch. He didn't have the kind of gut required for a long session of deep-tea diving into the vast, unfathomable depths of time itself. The first-year lad plucked up the sugar cube he'd asked to be placed in the cup and pressed it against his tongue, letting the sweet taste melt in his mouth as he considered what he could ask his tea. The absurdity of it made him feel quite stupid - but who could resist at least trying it?

Steam rose up from the spout of the teapot, making his jaw clench with each extra moment of wasted heat. Ink dripped from the tip of his quill, menacing the empty parchment of his notebook with the freshly wet nib. What was he meant to ask?

"We ought never to do wrong when people are looking." - Mark Twain
Stamina: 5 / Evasion: 6 / Strength: 3 / Wisdom: 8 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 6 [color: #632d0b]

Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

For all his hard work and continual drive for his own version of perfection. Quinn would be lying if he said he spent a majority of his time in the study room. No he usually frequented the library, grounds, common room, or on rare occasion the great lake. He could never really pinpoint why. Perhaps it just slipped his mind or preferred other more exciting areas despite the quite solitude the study room offered fairly often.

Today was one of those days that the large badger was making his way to said place of study. Dressed in his usual black robes and other vestiges of yellow color mixed in with black. The tall and frankly imposing preteen walked through the halls with confidence. It was fake of course, at least for the moment. He could hear the daunting laughter in his head today. That definitely wasn't good, maybe he was getting stressed again. He always seemed to surface when he was highly stressed. While behaving and gradually becoming easier to subdue, there were times when he stubbornly resisted. So far that only happened once after he got the proper help and stuck to it. But then again it's only been six months.

The red head ran their calloused fingers through their curly dark orange fringe top hair. He wouldn't focus on that no he had exciting things today. He managed to bring a book from home about ancient celtic rituals and their history and a book on xylomancy. But as they entered the room, no feet before even the strange smell of...tea? Yes tea hit their nose.

Who in the hell is drinking tea in the study room of all places? Now he was curious, as he stepped in careful to not hit his head on the door frame again. Their emerald blue eyes rested upon a newcomer. It was a first year from he could gather...they were so tiny now. It was kinda cut-...yeah he should stop that train of thought. "Oi whattre doin?" Although he spoke softly his deep voice made it still boom slightly.

Causing him to wince as he would mentally note that and adjust it accordingly. Even as he asked the question his eyes scanned the table before him. Quinn stood in the door way his broad shoulders just inches from touching either side of the door way, large calloused hands that looked like they could break a wand or door. Sharp well defined facial features that made him look a bit older then he actually was. And a height that no one his age should possess luckily his robe concealed much of the muscle mass that he naturally gained.

To fear the unknown is to fear progress, don't shy away from it. Embrace it and discover something new.

Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

What was he meant to ask? He still couldn't figure it out. The only ink on the page was a messy smear of droplets in the corner, accumulated from the impatient tap-tap-tap of his quill against the parchment. Something big. No, it'd be too foggy to be worthwhile. Too specific, and it'd be boring. There was a careful balance to be struck, somewhere between both extremes. He hoped it would come to him while he stared off into space, letting the small ideas fizzle out to make room for the big idea.

His eyes settled on the surface of his tea, and he noticed something strange happening in the pot. The surface rippled and shook, warping his reflection as he gazed down at himself in the water. What curious magic was this? Physics, apparently - the darkest sort of dark arts there was.

Looking up and to his left, George found the source of the distortion. A big ginger hulk of a man, draped in the colours of their shared house, trudged into the study room. George lifted his feet up onto the chair and looked around hurriedly, but found that nobody shared the sense of urgency. He blinked away the disbelief. He holds in his breath, imitating the relaxed posture he'd taken before despite the pressure of his heart pounding in his chest. The man was beastly large. Swaddled up in his Hufflepuff robe, George felt like a bumblebee in the path of a school bus.

The little first-year no doubt looked even more adorable than usual, with his bugged-out eyes and white-knuckle grip on the edge of his robe. Maybe this is why he hadn't been able to figure out a question to ask of his tea - fate had preordained that he'd be reduced to a smear under the boot of this cave troll or whatever sort of beast it was. But how could that be? The man was wearing house colours. He was a student. A student just like George. Well - not JUST like George. Maybe one day, if he ate all of his vegetables and drank a pint of milk an hour, but not right now.

"Oi whattre doin'?" He could tell that the giant was trying to speak softly, but it still carried across the room with ease, like a whisper on the wind. Still, it eased the younger student, and George set his shoes down onto the floor once again. The boy's eyes wandered across the desk - tea set, quill and notebook, divination textbook. Right - that's what he'd been doing. He shook off the shock and got back to task, plucking his quill up from where he'd dropped it on the floor.

"I'm- well, I'm just trying to tell my future, sir. But I don't know what to ask it," he said. The words felt a bit strange leaving his mouth. Was this a problem that everyone had? How could anyone resist the temptation of knowing all of what was to come, delivered with the refreshing taste of a fresh brewed cup of tea? He cleared his throat and applied clear and proper enunciation to his words, trying to show respect to someone he perceived as an adult. "I'm George Henry. I'm a first year, but... I'm reading ahead."

"We ought never to do wrong when people are looking." - Mark Twain
Stamina: 5 / Evasion: 6 / Strength: 3 / Wisdom: 8 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 6 [color: #632d0b]

Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

"...Tea eadin huh? 'at is pretty advanced. Good on ye readin ahead tho." A smile graced his slightly chapped lips. Deciding the best course of action on the spot, Quinn took his seat next to the young Hufflepuff. "Quinn Healy's 'e name a Third year. Don't wear it out. But to all me fellow Puffs. Ye may call me Quinn and ah suppose 'at makes me ye prefect too." He seemed to realize matter of factly and rather on the spot.

The large Hufflepuff shrugged after making it clear that it didn't appear to be a brag. Maybe a humble brag at worst. "Well what is it ye deepest desire hm? There's an endless stream of questions ye can ask oot. Pick a random one an ask away? See what happens an learn." He advised with a warm smile. "Ah rarely let indecision get the best of me. Ah just like to dive in to shi-stuff."

Quinn then took a more in-depth look at George's setup even noticing the slight and more noticeable smells. It was quite pleasant and this was something he should definitely try later himself. "I myself though...prefer divination through twigs. It's ore of 'n old Irish tradition if ye will. Practiced by t'e druids, or as ey call it. 'e old ways." He further explained.

To fear the unknown is to fear progress, don't shy away from it. Embrace it and discover something new.

Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

"Oh, it is? Uh- it's the first one I've tried. Should still work, though, I followed all the directions..." George purses his lips, suddenly unsure in himself. He could barely focus before, but now he had to perform in front of this big fellow - who was inexplicably in the third year. Perhaps he'd been held back... about five times in a row. However, the professors must see something in him if they'd elected to make him prefect. He wasn't about to doubt their wisdom, nor this fellow's intellect. "I never met a prefect before. Hi, Quinn. You can stay while I try and divine."

The boy's voice was strangely subdued, the flame of rebellion smothered into a faint spark by the presence of a student that was much larger, had much more authority, and had a far stronger accent. The words he spoke, filtered through that heavy Dubliner accent, were as true as anything the leaves could tell him. It was no good sitting around, hesitating. He could always pour himself another cup if he didn't like the answer it gave him.

"My deepest desire... hm... oh!" He'd had lots of different desires in his depths before he'd found Hogwarts. Then, just like that, he'd dropped everything and become an academic. "I want to know how I'll do in school."

With the gusto of a man at a bar lining up a shot, he dumped the hot water into his cup, the tea leaves swirling at the bottom. The ritual begins. You have to wait a minute for the leaves to settle before you can actually drink it. If a watched pot never boils, then logic dictates that a watched cup never cools. At least, that's what George hopes, with the way he's staring down that teacup.

"Through twigs - xylomancy?" George wonders, making some idle conversation as he waits for his visions to steep in the pit of his cup. He can't help but glance down at the drink again, though he pries his eyes away to look up at Quinn. His eyes wander across his face and up toward his hair, smiling as he admires the color of the half-giant's locks. Cool, red. It takes him a minute to remember to look the prefect in the eye. "I saw a little bit about that in here - I never knew it was Irish. I'd guess you are, as well, judging by your interest... and accent."

"I really hope I'm going to do well on my classes. I really, really need to be good at magic." If only for his own pride. He's tugging at the edge of his collar, his legs kicking restlessly beneath the study table as he waits for the water to properly brown. "No offense- er... but are you... you know, a grown-up?"

"We ought never to do wrong when people are looking." - Mark Twain
Stamina: 5 / Evasion: 6 / Strength: 3 / Wisdom: 8 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 6 [color: #632d0b]

Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

Quinn listened intently to what the young Hufflepuff had to say. After all it was only fair plus he would want someone to fully listen to everything he had to say too. He would catch the younger one staring at him granted he was doing the same to George so all was fair. Quinn would keep up his smile keeping most of his other expressions neutral. When it came to folk who weren't his friends he needed to up his appearance of being the smart, funny, curious, happy Half-Giant he was.

Then came the most unexpected question. This incensed a hard and admittedly loud laugh deep from within Quinn's gut. Rather quickly he covered his mouth biting the inside of his cheek a little hard to quickly stifle the laughter. "Nae nae nae. Ah'm not a grown-up! That's funny though. Ah'm a Half-Giant ah'm naturally bigger then most." Smaller, softer laughter still escaped his lips as he spoke. "That's funny though George. But yes ah'm a stoodent daen't let me matoore demeanor fool ya. Maybe ah'm a bit smarter then most me age but ah'm no grown-up." He reassured George. "Anyway ye don't want to miss the timin on ye tea do ya?"

To fear the unknown is to fear progress, don't shy away from it. Embrace it and discover something new.

Seeing Things  PV: Quinn Healy 

George picked up the teapot, cradling it in both hands as he began to pour himself a cup - turning the pot halfway over to let all those nice leaves get into his cup. Those omniscient leaves, swirling in the pit of the cup and taunting him, each little speck another question left unanswered... but he had a few years left in his life to figure everything out, and in that time there would be plenty of time for tea. At home, his mother kept his tea consumption on a tight leash, not wanting the caffeine to have too much an effect on him. It was all decaffeinated brown bags stuffed into little jars and rationed out between himself and his brother after dinner time. Here, he had a legion of elves, all waiting to provide him any sort of snack that it would be wiser to deny.

"Half giant? You look the whole giant to me," he teases, though he quickly follows up with a retraction. "Well, no. I saw them in my book, they were much bigger. But you're big, as well."

He set his teapot down and looked down at the cup, watching the liquid settle and all the leaves float down to the bottom. It almost seemed a pity to disturb them - no doubt he'd end up swallowing a few on accident, and a few more would be lost when he upturned the cup. It didn't seem fair to let just a few of the leaves sit while the others had to go. What if one of the ones he ate had something important to say? He'd lose the plot, all for what? A cup of tea?

Despite his hesitation, being deep in thought with the smell of tea in his nose made the desire to drink it nigh irresistible. He reached out and took the cup in his hand. He leaned over forward, to smell it - his nose nearly touching the surface - and then tilted the cup back to drink. By the way he did, you'd have to think they were denying him water. He gulped down the whole thing in one mouthful. Excess tea dripped down his chin and browned the collar of his shirt, and with a look of complete effort and determination, he swallowed the tea in one gulp. And then burped.

"Urrk- ugh... okay, fortune time..." He turned the teacup over to let it drain on the dish, staring at the underside of it for a few moments before he turned toward Quinn again. "I just have to let it sit a bit, now. I'm going to ask it if I'll do well in school. If I won't, then..."

He trailed off. Maybe he hadn't fully considered what he would do if he received bad news fro mthe tea leaves. Stop studying? Drop out, go home, back to muggledom? No, no. No no no. He'd do fine.

"I'll figure it out. Are you going to ask anything to the twigs?"

"We ought never to do wrong when people are looking." - Mark Twain
Stamina: 5 / Evasion: 6 / Strength: 3 / Wisdom: 8 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 6 [color: #632d0b]