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Much Ado About Nothing  Marissa North 

PV FOR MARISSA NORTH

THE ink bled like blood out of the specific parameters he had set on the letterpress that did the newspaper issue. There was an issue about the issue and he was usually told that there was no issue in the first place if he wasn’t so fussy about it. But it was an issue and he ran on compulsive obsession. He was still learning it and he was just nothing but a novice at the magical press. Though he had done it wrong and now he was marking the Hufflepost like a tortured artist. But he was less artist and more tortured over the fact that he had done it wrong along with the last fifteen iterations of the paper. Curse the fates. 

IF he paid attention to what he was doing instead of the snacks that he was offered, maybe he wouldn’t have to do this. But he had spent enough time working on the paper and set it aside from now, he knew someone else was supposed to come, but he didn’t recall who it was. He had a pack of cards from his pocket, one he had shamefully taken from his dad’s drawer back in Derby. While it wasn’t a big deal to his dad, Reid thought he had committed a crime. He truly only wanted it because he was dazzled by a street performing magician back in Derby, he had spent all his attention watching the man make cards disappear. 

IT made him wonder if he truly was a magician or perhaps a wizard in disguise. On the upside, he could use it while he had them to do whatever he pleased. But there wasn’t much to do with them, he knew people played games with them but he knew nothing about card games. Reid also just wanted to be good at some weird obscure thing he could show his friends, most likely not to impress them. But it was worth a try and he had been reading up on how magicians made cards vanish and the such. To avoid any weird looks, he made enough room between himself and the table whilst keeping the deck under it. 

HE started with the basics, the part where he was the clumsiest in. Reid had begun to try and shuffle the deck, a clunky and futile effort as he jammed the cards together. His technique was weak, as it should be for someone who began. It didn't frustrate him as much as he thought it would, but anytime spent from working on the Hufflepost was fine for him. He figured that eventually he would find his flow and be able to actually do the mundane things. Reid at least understood the fundamentals of technique, where to begin and where he could be if he just kept doing things. It kept his mind at ease, it made him feel productive instead of reading and circling the imperfections. His whole card practice was an imperfection, but at least he didn't feel so idle. 

PERHAPS it was about a state of mind that he and others didn't share, especially the ones who fared well in academics. What kept him afloat were things like this, in times of failure, he found a medium to deny his doubts. He was working, maybe not on the thing he should be working on, but he was working. A few more minutes passed as his perfect posture turned into a slouch, that was until he caught a glimpse of the newspaper in the corner of his eye. 

REID blankly gazed at it, sinking a little as the hands that held the cards slowed to a crawl. Eventually, they stopped to put the deck together and he forced them to place it on the table beside the paper. He scooted himself further and picked up his quill again to underline the things that were messed up. Granted he played a menial role in the press, but Reid took it seriously as he put a lot of pride into what he did. Regardless, he tried to stay on task and beat the clock. He had an hour left till he planned to go eat, it wouldn't hurt to focus a little harder.

sic parvis magna.
STA: 5, AGL: 7, STR: 14, CTL: 9

Much Ado About Nothing  Marissa North 

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Books were usually boring. But Marissa was looking for specific books that were not so boring for her. Magical 'beasts' but Mari liked the word creature or creatures better. She had always been interested by animals, even before she knew she was a wizard. But when she turned 11, everything changed. It was as if the world wanted her to know about everything single creature, magical or muggle. The word muggle felt weird, since her parents and brother are ones and that she grew up as one. It was extremely confusing to say the least. But she pressed on.

Marissa looked through the library, having literally no idea on where the proper section was. Mari had never really properly looked around or gone into the library before, she would always 'borrow' some books for Claryssa. Her twin would always have everything on hand. Mari smiled to herself at the fond memories that were only a few months ago. But sadly everything different now. The smile on her face was replaced with a sad, lonely expression. It always ended up like this, where Marissa would get upset over the memories. They always came flooding back to her. It was horrible.

As she continued to search for books, she saw someone in the corner of her eye. Reid Kovacs, a fellow Hufflepuff. And someone who attended the funeral of her twin. Marissa sucked in a breath to stop herself from crying in public. She had done it too many times now, she needed to control it. Maybe some confrontation will help? Talking has always been known to help with feelings. But he seemed pretty busy with his.. cards. And possible homework. Mari decided to continue to search for the books she needed. Reid probably did not need a blubbering mess now.

After finally finding multiple books to read about, Marissa plucked up the courage to go speak to Reid. She slowly sat down opposite to him, placing her books beside her on the table. She made sure to not put them ontop of anything of his. Mari looked down to her lap for a moment, wondering what to say to him. Maybe he did not want to be bothered? Many thoughts ran through her head, torturing her in way. In the end she looked up to him. "H-Hi.. Re-reid." Mari's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment from her stuttering, still not confident.

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Much Ado About Nothing  Marissa North 

THE soft frittering of his cards seemed to be the only thing that occupied his mind, especially with how mindless he got at doing it. It wasn't clean handiwork, but neither was it terrible, it was enough to garner his attention long enough until he heard the chair move. Reid looked up to see the blonde crown of someone's head. Just as he was about to open his mouth and greet the 'stranger', he saw that it was none other than Marissa North. 

QUICKLY, his mouth slammed shut as she greeted him rather shyly. He had a sense of wanting to dispel the hesitance that people he's met so far had, it's become instinct for his sake and their own. He didn't do well around nerves, it made him second-guess himself and second-guess a person's intentions all the same. His fingers came to a still as he began to pack the cards together as neatly as he could in front of them. "Hey, Marissa. It's good to see you." 

HE flashed her a smile before pushing himself up the chair to straighten his slouched posture. Reid leaned to one side as he slipped the deck of cards in the back of his dress pants' pockets. Then he sat straight again with a creak of his chair and leaned his forearms against the polished wooden desk. He had barely met her, only knowing her by word of mouth and at the funeral. Their first meeting wasn't ideal, it's not the most normal thing to meet a classmate at their own sibling's funeral. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he followed up, "How are you?" 

IT was a bit of a dumb question. If something like that happened to him, it wasn't easy to figure out how he was feeling. But perhaps she would forgive him this time at his ignorant question, Reid just wasn't sure of how to talk to her yet. Marissa was known to be quiet, at least from what he had been hearing and that seemed true now. He has met another quiet person before, Alicia. It involved a lot of writing on her part. 

BUT he was glad that he might just get her to talk unless she was just here to study and use this table. If that was the case, he wouldn't mind shutting up entirely before he ran his mouth off again.

sic parvis magna.
STA: 5, AGL: 7, STR: 14, CTL: 9