Finley and Rosalie had different schedules, which meant when they went to the library where Rosalie had agreed to meet Finley so that they could study for finals together, they would arrive at different times from different directions. He waited outside for her, standing upright and proud with his hands grasped together in front of him like a proper Jameson child. He kept his eyes down the corridor where he thought Rosalie should be coming from.
Leaving History of Magic, Rosa made her way in the direction of the library. Which was where she seemed to spend most of time recently. Although this time it wasn't with an unimpressed Edgar who did not want to be at the library with her. Which actually might make the whole thing a bit more pleasant. "Good afternoon, Finley," she said, moving over to where he was standing outside the library.
Finley smiled when he caught sight of Rosalie. "Hello, Rosalie," he greeted calmly. He gestured into the library for her to enter first. "How are you this afternoon?" He followed her inside and then stood beside her, but he didn't make any move to find a table just yet. Talking to her in the doorway was perfectly acceptable for him.
"I'm well, thank you," she returned, entering the library. She paused while she waited for him to come through, though he seemed to make no move to keep going, so for the time being, she stood there. "Or at well as I can be after having history of magic," her lip twitched a little. "And how are you?"
Finley's lip quirked. "I happen to find history of magic most engaging," he admitted. He was unusual for it, he knew, but he wasn't ashamed of it either. "I find myself enjoying the day more and more, especially now that I have such agreeable company. Please, allow me to follow you to a table, Rosalie." He gestured once more for her to lead them somewhere.
"I find it depends entirely on what the teacher is talking about," she said. Some subjects were mostly enjoyable no matter what they were dealing with, others regardless of it. History of magic weaved around, changing with the lessons. "I'm glad to hear it," she said with a faint smile, and then went to find an empty table for the two of them to sit at.
Finley followed Rosalie, just as he'd said he would, and pulled out a chair for her to sit. Once she'd followed suit, he sat in his own chair and got out his homework. "I suppose we ought not to waste any time," he said as he flipped through his history notes. Since they'd talked about history of magic, he felt it proper to start with that, but he turned toward Rosalie with a smile to see if she needed any help or had anything else to add first.
Rosalie glanced at Finley as he pulled the chair out for her. "Thank you," she said, sitting down. There was a nice change from Edgar, who seemed to enjoy dragging her around all over the place. "No, we wouldn't want to do that," she agreed, giving him a half smile. She pulled out her homework. "What are you thinking of working on?"
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"History of magic," Finley said, rejecting the urge to say "of course" because even if he meant it playfully, it could have been construed as rude. He had to always be proper. "Can I assist you with anything, Rosalie?"
Rosa glanced sideways at him, before riffling through her stuff to bring history of magic to the front. "Not at this moment, I don't believe so," she said. "But I'll let you know once I get further into it." Actually starting the assignment might help to see whether she needed any help for it. "Thank you," she said with a genuine smile.
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"You're welcome, Rosalie," Finley said easily, and he smiled at her for a moment longer before looking down and immediately starting his work. When he started focusing on his homework, he drowned out the world around him unless he needed to stay alert; and with Rosalie nearby, he decided to keep his mind split, so he worked slowly, albeit faithfully, on the task at hand, just in case Rosalie decided she needed his help after all.
Forest Frenzy, Barnabas's Blunders, and other Troll Misadventures.
History of magic was not a subject that Rosalie held a great deal of interest in. Which was unfortunate. It would have been nice to have cared about every area of her studies, because that made actually studying a far easier task. But when faced with history of magic, her mind wanted to wander.
Though they were doing the witch hunts, so that was interesting enough. If not slightly absurd. Pulling her mind back to work, she glanced at Finley out of the corner of her eyes. "Please tell me history of magic gets more interesting in fourth year."
Finley grinned at his companion and raised an eyebrow. "Rosalie, I am not too sure that you will ever find history of magic as interesting as I do." He meant it too, so while he was teasing, he was being honest. "You know, it is okay if it does not interest you. No one can master every subject." Getting great marks in every class and mastering all of the subjects are not synonymous, and none of that even accounted for courses that people weren't taking. The beauty of his sixth and seventh years, from what he'd heard.
She frowned a little bit, twirling her quill around in her fingers. She did do decently in the subject, she just did not enjoy it. It took more thought and work to get through than some of her other subjects did. "It's easier to do well if it's engaging," she said, because then there was some desire to actually do her work. "And maybe I can't master everything, but I can do well in everything." She had to do well in everything. Her parents expected it of her, but she also expected it of herself.
Finley chuckled softly. "Right you are, Rosalie," he said softly. "Right you are." For a moment, with a genuine smile, the boy stared at the girl seated with him. Then, when he caught himself, he looked down at his own work and continued working on it, still smiling, albeit to himself, but he was a bit consumed by his own thoughts and so only idly held his quill over the parchment, at least for a moment.
At last he once more began to write. He hoped to finish this assignment and at least one other before leaving the library, which meant he needed to stay focused.