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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 28, 2007 10:01:51 GMT -5
Ian opened the door to the alchemy workshop, looking around to see if anyone was about. Nobody was. He was half-disappointed; he'd rather hoped to find somebody to talk to. Ian had just come from an appointment with the nurse, and he had to meet another student there shortly for work on a Curses, Hexes, and Dark Rituals project in the library. He saw no reason to start climbing down three or four flights of stairs really, when he could just kill time exploring up here.
Ian looked around the room; it wasn't as stodgy and rigid as some of the labs, but the room nonetheless gave a sense of enthusiastic focus, a delightful sort of discipline; he walked around to the great windows on the far side of the room, staring at the grounds far below. He remembered this was the class taught by the head of the school; Ian wondered if that meant he ought to have taken it if only to get to know the headmaster. He decided not. It wasn't necessary. Ian pulled out his wand, holding the ends lightly between his index fingers and staring out at the grassy fields that descended downward from the area surrounding the castle, sloping off into bristling and rocky bluffs that dropped eventually to the apricot dunes bowing to the sea. He smiled; this was the only fourth floor view of the grounds from the front of the castle, and the only one that looked towards Wolfsbane, although his dormitory was far enough away to be out of sight. Ian looked around hesitantly, then grabbed a nearby chair and dragged the heavy wooden thing across the floor to the window, sitting down and resting his feet on the sill, which was only about a foot off the ground. He smiled peacefully, not minding any of the ordinarily vexing thoughts that troubled him, and fingered his wand a moment longer before Summoning himself a sketchpad and a pencil, nibbling the eraser and not actually starting on the drawing for at least five minutes, preferring instead to absorb the scene below.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 28, 2007 19:58:45 GMT -5
The door opened in time and enter Jean. Without looking to the window where Ian was, he hurried to the large desk of the professor and dropped on it a small package, the label of which was mark with his name, class time and a strange marking. Other such parcels had been placed on or around the desk- the assumption would be that they were assignments of some sort. On turning to exit, he saw Ian and in an attempt to leave without notice he snuck to the door. The old thing betraying him in the worst way it let out a large creak which was audible through the entire room. He turned to Ian's location and in a quiet voice- devoid of anger or malice he apologized for the sound, and continued to leave adding "I had not expected you there- and I'm sorry to disturb." His air was kind though unattached.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 28, 2007 20:19:17 GMT -5
Ian turned around; his eyes alight from wonder at the view, and said, "It isn't fair, you have the best sight . . . I don't know how you manage your coursework with this to look at . . ." His face creased with a smile, he stood from the chair, one hand on the back, and met Jean's eyes. "I don't know what happened; we changed our stance to each other . . . why were you so offended? I have no less respect for you . . . would you explain why you care what I think of strangers?"
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Post by boingpop on Jul 28, 2007 20:57:33 GMT -5
"I cannot find it tolerable for offense to be brought upon someone based solely on what they lack." Jean said as he looked back to Ian. "I see no reason why I should not take offense for when you so ardently spoke of your high rank and birth it became evident that upon mine coming into full view the same respect paid to a muggle would be paid to me." He sighed, and looked at him. "Its not a matter of personal attack but instead a matter of distaste for your feeling on the matter."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 28, 2007 21:41:13 GMT -5
"I would judge you based on your lack of rank, you know, that'd be ridiculous. The fact that I'm expected to adhere to certain social standards is irrelevant. I judge people based on their merits, their gifts, you're no Muggle . . . I've no objection to halfbloods or Muggle-borns, but those who can't do magic . . .can't do magic. Isn't that an inferior thing? Fair or not, tragic or not, how is it not a fact that they are lacking?" He spoke with vehement disbelief; it seemed to make sense to him, the things he said.
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Post by boingpop on Aug 5, 2007 14:33:55 GMT -5
Jean only sighed, he didn't find any merit in Ian's thoughts and found them completely irksome. He'd resigned not to argue it, resigned to stop caring, and stop letting Ian get to him. He'd had succeeded throughly, he thought, if only Ian didn't irk him so fluently. "I didn't wish to argue with you, I'm sorry to have disturbed you." He turned for the door.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Aug 5, 2007 14:41:35 GMT -5
"For the love of dragons! Why are you so . . ." Ian made vague gesticulations and looked frustrated. He moved towards Jean, still trying to figure out how they'd moved into opposing views. After a moments quick thought, he decided it was the complete lack of a common enemy, and looked about the room for some such person. Of course, at this hour, the lab was entirely empty, and Ian was the only hostile presence for Jean to recognize, and Jean seemed to have no desire for trouble. Which, as far as Ian could tell, meant that he would inevitably walk out each time. "Hang on!" he said, still trying to think of a way to remain able to conversate with Jean.
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Post by boingpop on Aug 5, 2007 14:49:40 GMT -5
Jean was holding the door half open now. Looking down at the ground, the to Ian for a moment. He quickly turned his eyes to the door.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Aug 5, 2007 15:22:28 GMT -5
Ian looked at the door and then behind at the window. "Hang on," he repeated. "I had a thought . . ." Looking panicked, he ran his hands through his hair, and glared at Jean. "Okay, I need . . . " swallow "I need a friend. I told you; I'm having issues in my house cause of the Killy thing. Could you . . . could you give me a chance? It's not like our disagreement is all I think about. I don't spend my time harrassing Muggles. Whatever you think of me, I'll try to keep it to myself. How often do you discuss this topic with your friends?" It was worth a shot; Jean almost struck him as to noble; Ian really seemed to have been irritating towards him.
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Post by boingpop on Aug 5, 2007 21:58:02 GMT -5
Jean's eyes were fixed on the doorknob for some time before he looked up at Ian. He didn't exactly enjoy fighting and avoiding him and somewhat missed the simple thing that was their friendship prior. He nodded, and stepped back from the door. "On the condition that its never brought up again." Jean affirmed, smiling loosely.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Aug 5, 2007 22:38:57 GMT -5
Ian's half smile was belied by the spark of comforted relief in his eyes. He nodded. "Thanks, Jean. I'll not say another word on the matter." He walked slowly over to where Jean stood and stuck out his hand, echoing Jean's easy smile with a hopeful upward glance.
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Post by boingpop on Aug 5, 2007 22:44:49 GMT -5
Jean only smiled, he found the formality a bit much. He made a small motion with his hand, as if to negate the need and put his hand on the door knob again. "I'll see you around then Ian." His voice remained somewhat as it was before, showing no real emotion yet no real lack there of. He quit through the door and went down the hall.
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