Leaving class for the day, Rosalie and Edgar made their way in the direction of the library. She wanted to get a start on the transfiguration assignment that they had just gotten, and Edgar hadn't seemed to have any complaints about that - apart from perhaps in having the assignment in general. Or maybe she just tuned out the complaints.
The stairs were rather busy, students going both up and down them from classes towards their common rooms, or the library, or the grounds. Some Gryffindors moved past them, that Rosa paid no mind. Her thoughts were on her plan of progress of what she wanted to achieve this trip to the library.
Edgar was walking with Rosalie toward the library to work on some kind of essay. It was hard to keep track because they were assigned so many, so he'd stopped really caring. Rosalie could just remind him once they got there. "Why do they give us so much homework?" he mumbled, reaching out to grab Rosalie's hand rather unceremoniously. His eyes darted this way and that as he tried to find something, anything, that would remove his abhorrent boredom.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Jan 15, 2017 22:56:52 GMT -6
Leo wasn't sure in what universe he decided running down the stairs was a good idea. It as actually a fantastically bad idea and only a matter of time before he tripped over something, be it his feet or a step, and went tumbling down the stone staircase below him. Actually, now that he thought about it, it'd been a while since he'd tripped down the stairs. Maybe he was getting less clumsy.
Nope, never mind. The toe of his shoe caught on the ground beneath him and Leo lurched forward, though luckily he managed to catch himself on the banister instead of falling.
"Do you actually want an answer to that?" Rosalie asked, hiding her frown as he grabbed her hand. Saying anything about him dragging her around was hardly going to get her anywhere, so there was little point causing a scene. So she just grasped it in turn. "I'm sure you can figure out the use of homework."
Just ahead of them on the stairs, she saw a sudden movement, and looked up to see Leo Holmes catching himself from tripping. Well at least he hadn't gone tumbling down them, that would have been unfortunate. Likely for the two of them as well. "You alright?" She asked him. There was no harm in a passing conversation.
Great, now Rosalie was wasting time by asking some kid about something--honestly, what even was going through that girl's head, and what had gone through their parents' heads when they'd decided, "Yeah, all right, they'd make a great pair"? This whole relationship was clearly punishment for something, never mind that arranging his marriage at all was just a giant punishment.
"Hang on, who's this?" Edgar asked, his eyes a bit wide as reality hit him. Was this the werewolf boy he'd heard about? Surely it wasn't--Rosalie wouldn't be talking to him of all people.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Feb 21, 2017 21:13:29 GMT -6
set the record straight.
Hearing voices addressing him, Leo pushed himself back up on his feet and turned to look at who it was. "Yeah, I'm fine!" he said probably a bit too eagerly. He was more embarrassed than anything. Even after all these years of falling over, his cheeks never failed to go red when someone actually saw it happen.
Rosalie eyed the boy, and then nodded. "Good." She didn't know very much about him, being in a different year and house. But she recognised him, because recognising other purebloods was important, and she'd heard her families comments about the werewolf in the Holmes family.
"Leo Holmes, Edgar. Do try to keep up," she said, faintly dismissively. He should have known, and he perhaps shouldn't have raised it so rudely. But then would he be Edgar Halifax without being rude?
Edgar cut Rosalie off: "Why are you talking to a Holmes? Do you want our parents disowning us?" He sure as hell didn't, and he was pretty sure Rosalie didn't either. He also didn't bother lowering his voice. Edgar looked at Leo and raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to speak instead of go away.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on May 10, 2017 22:08:02 GMT -6
set the record straight
LOTS OF WORDS
Well, that answered a question Leo had never really stopped to think about. Of course word would have spread through the circles. Though he'd never really thought it stopped with the Everharts. Everyone was too chatty. "Perhaps she's doing it because she has free will and made the choice to?" he suggested with a wry smile.
"They're not going to disown us for talking to him," she said, with a glance at him. They might disown him for the things he'd been getting up.to if they knew, but she doubted they would for this. "And he is betrothed to Lyanna, after all." And while the Everharts may have lost some of their standing because of Lyanna's cousin, it wasn't as though it was in the trash. At Leo's words, she gave him a faint smile, eyes flickering back to Edgar. But She didnt say anything.
Edgar raised both of his eyebrows at Leo. Ignoring Rosalie, he said, "Clever words coming from a dirty mutt." The boy reached out for Rosalie's arm, hoping to pull them away from Leonard, who he thought reeked of misfortune and inferiority.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on May 12, 2017 16:04:01 GMT -6
set the record straight
LOTS OF WORDS
Though he'd known that at some point or another someone was going to say something unkind to his face about what had happened, Leo hadn't expected it to feel so much like a punch in the gut as it did. Any lingering traces of embarrassment from his fall disappeared as he looked at the other boy with nothing but contempt. "I might be a mutt, yeah, but I'm still somehow more likable than you."
Right, why did she even bother speaking? It was just a waste of air. She hid a sigh. This was exhausting. Her eyebrows shot up at Edgar's words, and although she wanted to pull away as he reached for her arm, she didn't. "He might have a point," she commented, gathering up a moment of her bravery, of a desire to actually speak her mind for once. She wasn't too sure whether that was a good idea.
Edgar rolled his eyes at Rosalie without looking at her. Ignoring her was just easier.
"I don't remember asking to be likable," Edgar returned easily. His smirk remained. "I think I see some dirt..." He pointed to a random spot on his own face. "You should clean that off before someone confuses you with a real dog."
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Jul 5, 2017 20:14:37 GMT -6
"So you'd rather be an uncouth embarrassment?" Leo challenged with a raised eyebrow as his arms crossed over his chest. "Yes, I'm sure that's so much better than a mutt." The last word made his stomach turn, but he could endure some discomfort.
His gaze moved over to Rosalie for a moment. "It probably doesn't mean anything, but I'm so sorry that you have to deal with him." As far as being forcefully betrothed to someone, he'd gotten out rather easy. It was a stroke of luck honestly.