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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 15:55:53 GMT -5
Usually, on days like these, Benedict would find himself outside enjoying the weather or spending time with his friends on some adventure or another.
Instead he was in the Great Hall, his books and notes spread out around him as he tried to wrap his head around the day's lesson. Usually he knew quite a bit about Muggles, but obviously not as much as he thought he did.
With a sigh, he rested his elbow on the table and slumped his head down over his hand. This was absolutely dreadful. He groaned lightly, looking around as he wished he could be outside enjoying the nice weather instead of sitting here, doing...this.
He looked at the notes again, wondering why the ever-loving hell anyone would ever believe some of the stuff that was on the page ahead of him. Seriously, some of these "religions" were hard to believe.
But different strokes for different folks, right? Even though he might not believe it, it was someone else's code of life. He really had no right to opinion on the matter.
Still, it didn't mean he couldn't be bored out of his mind with it. The Greek and Norse mythology were pretty cool, and the Arthurian legends were among his favorite Muggle tales. Had they been doing those for the course, he'd be the top student, despite being a Pureblood. But really, did blood status matter? He really could have cared less about the new status quo in the school. Because even though he was protected, some of his friends were not. Hell, even he wasn't safe at times, even if he was able to hold his own. For a short while, anyways.
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Post by superwholockin on Apr 8, 2012 15:16:30 GMT -5
Arithmacy was definitely not Charles’s strong point and every time he went to class he wondered why on Earth he had taken it! He would definitely be cutting it out of his schedule for seventh year. He needed to study extremely hard to get through the class, but somehow he still liked it... Ah well, he was heading to the Great Hall, the library had been full of Slytherins and Charles hadn’t wanted to get in the middle of them
So Charles had grabbed his bag and marched off toward the Great Hall where he could study in silence and solitude.
Or so he thought.
For as soon as Charles entered the great hall he caught sight of a familiar head of hair, it was Benedict! He grinned, forgetting all original plans to study alone and in quiet, walking over to the small area where he sat. “Are you... studying?” he asked incredulously. Benedict was sitting, studying, without Charles having to bother him about it. “You aren’t outside!”
How was it that Benedict wasn’t outside in the lovely sun (it was rare to have such a nice day), it was highly unusual for sure.
Charles slid into the bench across from him and plonked down his own pile of books, all of them Arithmacy. “Tell me Benedict, why did I take Arithmacy?”
He opened the fattest of three books and pressed a hand to his temple, trying to concentrate. But the Great Hall was no better than the library for concentration and he grumbled under his breath. The numbers were making no sense to him; Charles was a words person, much better with words than numbers.
Unable to concentrate, Charles leaned over to read whatever Benedict upside down. “Muggle History!” he exclaimed quietly with a smile. “I love Muggle History.” He’d read a few of both Benedict’s and Rhye’s muggle books and there had been a lot of history mentioned.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 21:14:55 GMT -5
Grinning as Charles approached him, Benedict rolled his head to one side so he was positioned very awkwardly over the table top. "I wish I was outside," he complained. "It's awful in here, and these books are awful too. Muggle Mythology, to be exact. And I was so sure I was going to ace this course." He scowled. Rhye would be acing this course no doubt. "I'd rather be taking your Arithmacy course than this."
He paused, rethinking his statement. "No, nevermind, I wouldn't. Arithmacy is death," he told him, his tone completely serious. "I don't have a clue why you ever thought to take it. Or keep it for this long."
His eyes wandered to one of the windows, and he let out a sigh. He just wanted to get out of here. The air was stuffy and he was feeling claustrophobic, and his heartrate was slightly faster than usual because of it. He just wanted to be outside, resting over a rock or sitting beside a tree, letting the sun warm him all the way down to his core. A slight smile found his face once more as he remembered when he was really young and very sick, and his brothers would help him outside to go sit on the huge rock in the very far corner of their backyard. The sun would gather in the rock itself and release the heat throughout the day and night, and it would warm their backs as they lay down on it. Briefly he wondered if the rock was still there--he hadn't been back to the house in years--before returning to the present to find Charles looking at him.
Shaking his head, Benedict returned his eyes to his books. "Sorry, I spaced out on you there," he apologized, flipping the pages to try and find a different section. Bloody hell was it ever dreadful. "What do you say to going outside and trying to study there?" He looked back at his friend, flashing him a hopeful smile.
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Post by superwholockin on Apr 9, 2012 21:29:41 GMT -5
“Outside seems a much better place to be... You think Muggle Mythology is bad? Take a look at these books. “ He dropped his forehead onto the dreaded page of “Arithmacy: A Student’s Guide” with a groan. “Don’t even say that... I don’t want you to have to go through the pain of Arithmacy.” Benedict would literally die of boredom and confusion in Arithmacy, not something Charles wanted to see.
“There, you are correct. Arithmacy is death and I’m just into self-punishment.” He grumbled sourly, “Hence my staying in it. And you know what? I’ll bet you a Galleon I’ll take it next year; no matter how much I hate it.” Knowing him, Charles would stubbornly insist on taking it, wanting to beat the course and not wanting to give it up. Of course, he’d hate it ten times more next year...
Charles lifted his head and rested his chin on a hand, grumbling all the while; he began studying again but soon looked up at the silence on his friend’s end. Benedict was staring off, looking happy, as though remembering something good. But soon he was shaking his head and turning back to Charles.
“Don’t worry; your silence let me study.” He joked with a grin. In actuality he’d managed to read one sentence on how some damned number fit into the whole universe. It made absolutely no sense so Benedict’s return to the Great Hall was a welcome distraction from having to read any further, but he’d have to read it soon enough... The though made him want to throw something, and Charles wasn’t naturally a violent person.
And oh boy did Benedict’s suggestion sound like a great idea, but he had to study! Still... the sun was highly inviting and he could sit on the grass and study if he wanted. “Alright.” He said with a shrug, but the grin broke through after a moment. “Let go.” He bookmarked his page in the book and closed it, gathering the heavy thing and its partners up in his arms. “:Out in the sun we go.”
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