Post by Felix I. Genero on Feb 7, 2008 20:33:09 GMT -5
((Wow… this is fun! XP btw, Felix was a first year but he skipped to a third year and he was older then he should have been for his age so for not complications I made him thirteen to fit his magic level better. Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!, this is going to be really interesting...))
All Felix had done was state some facts that he had spent a couple of hours researching in the Universities Library to a new comer had asked about. He did not mean to act smart or show off anything. But apparently Silvain, who Felix thought was a second ago sipping choco like everyone else, looked like he had just heard that Felix had killed everyone he knew. The rage on Silvain’s face was that of pure anger.
The words the Ravenclaw spoke were so full of hate, anger, detestation, fury, abhorrence, antagonism, disgust, resentment, and every other word that Felix could think to describe Silvain’s face, Felix wanted to steal a time-turner back to the beginning of the semester and act like a retard who can’t tell 2+2 so that Silvain wouldn’t be acting like he was right now. Felix barely understood why Silvain hated him so much, sure, Felix tended to act like a know-it-all, but other people lived with it only to the extent of being slightly annoyed with him.
Here were two students, both not knowing the first thing about magic, coming to school to learn. One seeing other people who excelled in the magic that they preformed and dedicated his time to learn and strive to be like them. And then another, who views the people around him do things that take time to learn and be so down on them selves. Thinking that they can’t do it, that everyone else can, but him. Felix wanted to help Silvain, he just had a knack for being able to remember stuff well and be good at doing fancy trick magic, nothing more. Felix had spent days on end in the vast Library researching and studying everything he could think of. He was never the greatest learner, he was sure that Silvain, the Ravenclaw he was, would be able to learn a ton more much shorter time then him but Silvain would never try.
As Silvain stood up with a rage in his enchanting silver eyes, Felix watched, dumbstruck. Silvain announced his departure with great passion and stomped off, mug in his small clenched fist. Felix stood up abruptly as well, knowing that he had to chase after the ‘Claw to stop a sure future enemy. Forgetting his hot chocolate Felix dashed off around the table to follow the fleeing Silvain.
“Silvain! Wait!”
All Felix had done was state some facts that he had spent a couple of hours researching in the Universities Library to a new comer had asked about. He did not mean to act smart or show off anything. But apparently Silvain, who Felix thought was a second ago sipping choco like everyone else, looked like he had just heard that Felix had killed everyone he knew. The rage on Silvain’s face was that of pure anger.
The words the Ravenclaw spoke were so full of hate, anger, detestation, fury, abhorrence, antagonism, disgust, resentment, and every other word that Felix could think to describe Silvain’s face, Felix wanted to steal a time-turner back to the beginning of the semester and act like a retard who can’t tell 2+2 so that Silvain wouldn’t be acting like he was right now. Felix barely understood why Silvain hated him so much, sure, Felix tended to act like a know-it-all, but other people lived with it only to the extent of being slightly annoyed with him.
Here were two students, both not knowing the first thing about magic, coming to school to learn. One seeing other people who excelled in the magic that they preformed and dedicated his time to learn and strive to be like them. And then another, who views the people around him do things that take time to learn and be so down on them selves. Thinking that they can’t do it, that everyone else can, but him. Felix wanted to help Silvain, he just had a knack for being able to remember stuff well and be good at doing fancy trick magic, nothing more. Felix had spent days on end in the vast Library researching and studying everything he could think of. He was never the greatest learner, he was sure that Silvain, the Ravenclaw he was, would be able to learn a ton more much shorter time then him but Silvain would never try.
As Silvain stood up with a rage in his enchanting silver eyes, Felix watched, dumbstruck. Silvain announced his departure with great passion and stomped off, mug in his small clenched fist. Felix stood up abruptly as well, knowing that he had to chase after the ‘Claw to stop a sure future enemy. Forgetting his hot chocolate Felix dashed off around the table to follow the fleeing Silvain.
“Silvain! Wait!”