Boredom galore? [Finola Kafka!]

[waldemar]

Comments: Sorry it's immensely short, my muse was being mean to me xP Posts will be better soon!

Waldemar couldn't believe it.. There was a ghost teaching this class! Yet, if he'd thought that was anywhere near exciting, he'd been just too wrong.. The guy was hardly able to hold his interest for any longer than a few minutes before his thoughts drifted off and he had to try and wrap his mind about whatever Goblin or Dwarven War the so-called teacher was mumbling about. He'd read this week'd chapter in advance and really didn't see what this class was good for - Binns was just repeating everything that was in there.. Why was he even here?

In an attempt to not fall asleep, he turned his attention to his classmates, but then again.. most of them were asleep, apparently.
Waldemar sighed, regretting not bringing a book - he had enough things to catch up with, after all.
Sighing softly to himself, he turned to the girl who sat next to him. She seemed nice enough and appeared to be just as bored as the rest of the class, too. "Does he always just repeat the book, or are the classes usually more interesting?" He had to admit.. it almost sounded desperate. Then again, maybe he was - desperate for something to keep him from boredom...

[ccole]

They had shortened the timetable, apparently Binns couldn't keep up with his old one. In fact, Finola was hardly surprised that he managed to realise his class was there at all, the hazy slumber had seemed to have overtaken everyone. The Headmaster had the inkling this would happen, bigger classes with overlapping years of students didn't seem to faze the History teacher. But she knew most of her older peers, most of whom were Ravenclaws and Gryffindors in this particular class anyway. She wasn't even sure why she was taking History of Magic; if it weren't for the huge library back in the empty, dusty country house they had been left she would have failed long ago.

Finola had long given up on trying to attempt listening to Binns, and had found greater interest in doodling on the back of her last essay the ghost had given back - how he marked it was another mystery. With her dark eyes flickering to the clock every now and again, and a slight sigh when she discovered the enchanted hands had only moved a fraction she finished her little masterpiece, a perfectly accurate drawing of a pixie; not the muggle kind, a small dark thing with fine limbs but a mischevious gaze from many sided eyes posed on the page, wingless as they couldn't fly. Completed she turned it over again, re-reading the "B" grade in Binns' spiky handwriting and stifled a yawn. Even though it was boring she still felt a pang of guilt for showing how she felt.

She glanced up as the boy next to her turned to face her, slightly surprised he was still awake. His name was George...or something like that, she had never really spoken to him before. A small smile accented the corner of her mouth and she chuckled softly, not paying any attention to Binns now, quite sure he wouldn't hear them, or at least, continue on with his boring speech. "Are you joking? It's always like this. I usually bring homework to do but I'm up to date, surprisingly." She paused, regathering herself from her little outburst. "Sorry. I'm Finola." She said with a small smile, her eyes flitting quickly to what she predicted, the teacher and students carrying on regardless before turning back to the boy.

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tag; waldemar
muse; stay
comments; i apologise if this is hard to read, i was writing a berkoff script at the same time xD

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[waldemar]

Word count: a pathetic 247, I'm really out of shape (+ill), sorry! D:

He smiled a little (it was only polite to do so) as the other girl looked up. Incidentally, Waldemar had only remembered her last name (Kafka, like the writer) and something told him she had a sister around somewhere as well, but that seemed irrelevent. He just hoped she'd tell him this class was an exception. Unfortulately, however, the small chuckle that escaped her already made him fear the worst.
"Are you joking? It's always like this. I usually bring homework to do but I'm up to date, surprisingly." Waldemar couldn't help softly groaning in frustration. It was just his luck to have tons of homework to catch up with, but he had none with him.

The girl introduced herself to him and he smiled back, extending a hand. "George," he replied. "Kafka, right? Related to the famous writer, perhaps?" He really needed to work on his small talk skills and try to make himself sound more spontaneous and less like a stiff upper lip idiot.
He cleared his throat. "So, any facts or things to share that are at least a little more interesting than this.. mumbling we're supposed to listen to?" True, usually, he had enormous respect for teachers - but only for the good teaches who managed to keep their audiences on edge and knew what they were talking about. Now, with Binns, he didn't doubt that last bit (he'd probably lived to see it all happen), but the presentation lacked.. pretty much everything.

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Glad to see that he had smiled, Finola's nervous and occaisionally neurotic worries were put to bed; this was a nice boy, rare but true. Not that she had had any horrific experiences with boy, unpleasant ones yes, but everyone has those. Finola just tended to be a little more on guard when it came to them; pranks and fool taking and all the rest of it. His face was almost comical as it fell when he heard the news, she thought everyone knew the notorious boredom of Binns' class, but apparently not. No one had paid much attention to their conversation, two Hufflepuffs in the front row were playing hangman, but otherwise the rest of the class sat in a stupor as the ghost droned on.

Slightly taken aback by the formality, she took his hand and shook it briefly before withdrawing her own back to the safety of the desk. At his remark, she pulled a little face. "We're not really supposed to talk about him - the only squib in the family apparently. But I suppose he did well." She paused again, thinking how stuck up she sounded, it was a tone she found herself slipping into sometimes after all those years of dinner parties, tea and mingling with the 'right kids.' "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so snotty. I hate it actually, but it was just the way I was bought up." She explained with a small smile, hoping that she hadn't done what she usually did at this point in conversations; put a foot in it.

Thus she was mildly surprised when George continued to speak to her, prompting to shift her parchments of very few notes, mostly doodles from the weighty book she had been leaning on. It was very old, well kept, but managed to have that adorable dog-eared charm about it that all old books have, some pages were crumpled and their tops turned down, the spine was broken beyond repair. "This is what I use. It has everything in here." She said, haphazardly opening the volume with a hearty thump on the desk, flicking through a few pages before she had caught up with Binns. "There. Witch trials in Eastern Europe in the middle ages." She said with what could be passed off as an innocent smile, shifting the book between them before picking up her quill and dotted an 'i' she had forgotten about.

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tag; wally
muse; loves me not
comments; don't worry about it, i apologise for the lateness >.<

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[waldemar]

Word count: only 312, sorry xP

Waldemar wasn't surprised she was a tad distant. He was new, after all, they hadn't really spoken before, had they now? But she seemed pretty nice to him. Even when she pulled a face.
"We're not really supposed to talk about him - the only squib in the family apparently. But I suppose he did well." He smiled at her expression a little and half-shrugged while he nodded. "He sure made up for it by writing ashtonishingly well, indeed. Nothing to be ashamed of, I'd say." His eyes twinkled slightly when she apologised for sounding 'snotty'. "Don't worry about it," he assured her with a knowing smile, "I'm more than used to it." He did not elaborate, quite sure that she understood what he meant. And if she didn't, well, no problem either.

Of course, he continued talking to her. For one, that seemed one of the few other things he could do in this class to keep himself occupied and besides.. as said above - he thought she was nice. Finola seemed to be a girl with a decent head on her shoulders.
She gestured at her book and Waldemar nodded at it. "Yes, I think I have the same one." A newer print, though, he guessed. "Good to know everything's in there. It's a pity, really, it is pretty interesting, but the man, well.. ghost, just delivers it all wrong.."
He glanced in her book over her shoulder, marking the page in his own book. "Thanks." Waldemar cleared his voice for a moment. "Uhm.. I do hope you will not consider me too forward, but as you've noticed I'm still new around here and I've heard of this village nearby we're allowed to visit, eh.." He fell silent and blushed slightly as he couldn't recall the name. Why did those English syllables have to be so much harder to remember?

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She nodded, a small, secret smile illuminating her features. Although they weren't supposed to have anything to do with him, she secretly loved Kafka's work. Having grown up not knowing anything about the taboo relative, the first thing she did when submitted to Hogwarts was to go to the very small, but richy stocked Muggle section of the library and pick out some of his work. Of course she never told anyone about this, although her parents weren't in the living world any more, there were still remaints of them.

She said nothing, but she was secretly relieved. At least she hadn't come across as too snobbish, Finola could think of nothing worse. She dragged her book a little way back, so it was on her side of the desk; once he had finished copying the page number and folded it shut and set her parchment back on top of it again, it was starting to overtake the entire desk. Five minutes had trickled by on the enchanted clock behind the spectre, thank goodness. At least now she had someone to talk to for the remainder of the lesson.

As George cleared his throat she turned back to look at him, expecting some kind of statement, which he later gave. She had subconsciously noted his foreign accents, although it wasn't one she recognised; though Finola thought it might be a little rude to ask him where he came from this early in the conversation. "Oh, Hogsmeade you mean?" She asked, having some sort of idea what might be coming next, but didn't say anything more. Let the boy finish after.

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tag; wally
lyrics; leave me alone
comments; gah so short! but it gets the job done

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[waldemar]

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Comments: No worries about it being short. (; Same here.

Waldemar honestly liked the girl. Her slight smiled told him she had read her outcast's relative's books anyway and he liked girls that read. He liked girls who were more than their exterior though he liked boys a whole lot more... He smiled back at her. "Kafka is a bit too.. postmodern for me, though I suppose it's all the rage at the moment. I'm more.. an Oscar Wilde sort of person." He blushed slightly, as though he felt bad about it. Well, Wilde had been a flaming gay, after all..

He followed her gaze towards the clock and sighed softly. "Ugh, this waiting is terrible.." he softly complained, adding some half-sentences in Finnish which were meant only for himself.
But, indeed, at least he had someone to talk to. That was good. Maybe he could finally get a girlfriend, confirm his sexuality and not worry about it any longer. Finola seemed like the sort of girl he'd fall for. She was smart, but not boringly so. Who knew, right? Waldemar slightly scowled at himself for being so shallow. He'd first have to get to know her, he couldn't just sort of use her to test himself. He did genuinely like her. He did. Even though he had only met her five minutes before..

"Oh, Hogsmeade you mean?" He smiled a little. "Ah, yes," Waldemar admitted. "That the place I meant. I was wondering if you'd perhaps be so kind as to show me around. I've never been there before and you probably know it by heart, so.." He smiled a little shyly, almost as though he was embarrassed to have to ask her for help.

[ccole]

ooc; so sorry! life's been hectic, can we move onto the 'date', i'm struggling with muse =[ but i made a topic here

[Remus John Lupin]

[Haha, no worries (: Seen it and replying! ]