Double check your schedule, always, or you'll be scatterbrained enough to come early to the wrong floor. Rain is regretting parting ways with the ground as she stares down at the taunting stairs. She's already late, and she's sulky enough to skip and let her grades suffer. This thought has been reinforced with action: there's a blanket draped on her shoulders and the book in her lap has been cut to a third of its contents. Sitting near the stairs generally isn't a good idea, but she doubts anyone is around and absentminded enough to step on her.
Even thinking things can jinx a situation. It just so happens that there is someone walking- no, running- up the stairs, attempting to not miss class even though he's found himself lost at least three times. As tall as he is, he only looks up, ignoring his surroundings and focusing on the destination. That's why as he nearly passes Rain, his foot catches her leg and he falls. If it weren't for the railings, he may have taken a trip back down. "Mother f-cker," he curses, checking his foot to see if it's okay. Drew glances at the girl, scrunching his eyebrows. He's unsure if that was his bad or she tried to trip him. "You know, stairs aren't the smartest places to sit."
"Woah, you okay?" Rain looks up after the bang n' clatter and the nudge on her leg. "And you know, even seventh years are batshit scared of running up the stairs. You do know they disappear under you, right?" At another time and place, she would've scrambled to apologize repeatedly. But she's back at Hogwarts, and doing that sort of thing led to you being called unpleasant names instead.
"Do they?" Drew tries to think back on his time in the castle, and does faintly recall seeing them move. "Huh." He shrugs. "I've been spared the experience at least." He rotates his body to face her, then dusts off his pants. "Wouldn't that mean a risk for you too? Pretty sure your blanket-" he nods his head at it "-wouldn't be able to save you."
"I'm only a little bit sure that it responds to threats. If it gives out on me, I'm going to get detention for burning a hole in these damn things." She shrugs dismissively. "And I'll be damned if they don't have wards to stop us from becoming a puddle of blood and crushed bone." It's going to be some time before she gets into the book again, so she snaps it shut. In her usual fashion, she scans the dude up and down before meeting his eyes. Giant. Okay, noted. "No offence, but you don't look like you're under thirteen. The only classes up here are the lower years."
"I'm not sure they'd have wards if they are also open to having ghosts," he points out, even though he doesn't matter either way. Years of sports told him he could survive a bad fall. He used to play quidditch and he survived that. Honestly, her smart mouth is kind of irritating so he plays it off. "Really? I may be tall but that's just genes. Maybe I am thirteen. I guess you could say I grew up well," he adds with a cocky smile. Not thinking, like usual, he doesn't realize he's late to class.
"Only specific spells work on ghosts. They have high magical resistance and can bypass Cushioning Charms, which I doubt affects them at all since they have no mass." Rain checks for nearby ghosts because Morgana forbid they get offended by the fact they exist on another plane of reality. "Did you just... Pun?" She stares at him. "Why can't I ever escape the puns?"
Did he? Possibly. If he did, it wasn't intentionally. He in't thoughtful enough for that. "I meant like, they don't mind having ghosts around. Student, ghost, we all roam here. So, it wouldn't matter if we were student or became ghost." Drew lazily rolls his neck, getting the kinks out of it. "Not sure. Maybe your brain is hardwired for puns? Can't blame the world for spotting them."
"Hogwarts would be outta business by now if they treated students like cattle. The future generation isn't going to do people at the Ministry any good if they're floating around." Rain decides to put that thought into safekeeping. "I've been infected," she grumbles.
He's confused by the analogy. "Cattle don't just fall from stairs." Drew glances around. "I haven't been here long, so maybe it's a stretch, but this place seems really independent in terms of, you fix your own fuck ups, you are responsible for yourself. If moving stairs are something cautioned to kids in their first year, then it's up to them to fuck up or not." He shrugs again. "But maybe I'm wrong." he purses his lips. "What's so bad about puns anyways, infection doesn't seem that bad. I mean, at least it isn't gonorrhea."
She rubs her forefinger and thumb absentmindedly. "No, but they do get shoved and prodded around." She mulls over his words for a few moments. "A student tried killing herself by jumping off a tower before I started attending. The protection wards went off and sent the Headmistress running. It is very do-what-you-may devil-may-care style, you're right, but deaths aren't a fuck up people just wave off. They take measures. And puns are too much. Like... I'd like to go a day without one.cstatistically not possible, but I tried."
"Ahhh..." He obviously hadn't known about the suicide. "Why not just embrass it. It's pretty much a part of your life. You even sort of look for them. It's like trying to avoid being scared by activiely peaking around for ghosts. Or something." Now that he isn't so miffed, he's calmer. "I'm actually not a third year, to be honest. Surprise." Drew scratches his head. "But ah, you don't look like one either. Story?"
"I don't like accepting things just because it's easier that way." Stubbornness, well, one of the few things that makes Rain Gryffindor-y. "Sixth," she confirms. "I got my schedule wrong and ended up too early and on the wrong floor. I've missed most of it by now, so there's no point in going. Just more cramming for later, I guess."
He's no stranger to stubbornness, which makes him a hypocrit. "Similar story here. The castle is large, and I'm new. It was bound to happen. Question," he points to her book. "How do you plan to study with a decimated book?" He wonders how she's figured he's a sixth year, considering he never mentioned it, nor has he had any prior conversation.
"Lots of magical duct tape, aka Reparo," she responds with a small laugh. "I'm probably breaking the biggest rule ever when it comes to book maniacs, but they're dead trees and it's a textbook and it's fixable. Textbooks in particular have zero feelings attached. So chop and paste away for notes."
"I've heard books that scream, with magic and it being a textbook on magic, it's probably alive on some level right?" Drew smiles to himself. "If you're a book maniac, then that's borderline morbid. Or maybe even just morbid,you know, frankensteining your books. " He leans back a bit. "What ah, what year are you? Since you've accurately gotten mine as six year." Meaning he's gaging an age on her.
"I hope not; since I've already had my fair share of scrapes with bowtruckles." Rain makes a face at the idea and jabs a finger at the title. "Textbooks on who killed who in what war have no love from me." Her eyebrows rise in mild confusion when he asks for her year. "Uh, sixth, like I said before. The year of slacking smack between OWLs and NEWTs. You're in it too?"
Drew smacks his head. "Right. You were talking about yourself. Yes I'm in the horror show that is sixth year as well, where instead of studying you're having a crisis on what future career you want." He grimaces. "I'm lucky that I'm good looking; Modeling is an easy plan B to a blank plan A." He glances at Rain. "You could probably do modeling too so, you'll be fine monetarily. But as a book maniac, I'm assumng you have larger expectatives."
"They'd kick me out halfway me telling them their methods and photoshopping are inciting a worldwide epidemic-esque reaction in impressionable tweens and teenagers and they can shove their waist hip ratio measurements up their own asses," She blurts out immediately, while also noting the generous self-confidence he sends out. Either he's facing facts or one of those rare, comfy in their skin people. She does neither but no need to make a scene about it with a stranger. "I have no idea what I want to do, actually." Her laugh is more of a sigh. "Everyone has their dreams and are making progress. I've got nothing."
Drew gestures to her. "Not a fan of the modeling industry. Got it." Drew cracks a smile. "I mean, you aren't wrong, but also, someone has to sell products. At least I might not get photoshopped too much." He does a models pose. "I'm always camera ready." Drew isn't kidding too much either. He knows himself pretty well and, looks are definitely not part of his flaws. "Nothing is the best plan, probably. Blank canvas, just do what you want. If you're smart enough anyways."
"Or they could slowly reduce the unhealthy standards by bringing in healthy good-looking people who are not twenty pounds underweight and just barely not six feet under?" His pose makes her snort loudly. "Go share that attitude with everyone else our age, Morgana fucking knows they need it at this point, and it's all because those products make cash." She pulls at the blanket to settle it evenly across her back. "Me doing what I want would have me homeless and dead in no time," she says glumly. "And hello, red on my robes, I'm not in Ravenclaw for a reason." The look she gives him is one of exasperation.
Drew scratches his head. "Yeah, society is kind of fucked up in terms of exploitation. Modern principles dictate things should be done for the purpose of money and not human progression." My deep thought for the day. It's not like he has too many philosophies, even if he's passionate about the ones he has. "I wish people could be as confident as me," he says honestly. "You might not be a ravenclaw, but you're still a book maniac. Add book mania with a good set of balls, no way you'll end up homeless because you could probably be brave enough to take what's yours." Oh hey wait a minute we're both Gryffindor! "Oh we're both gryffindor, we're probably not too different then. If I'm gonna be fine, you're gonna be fine." He waves a hand dismissively.
She sends a funny look his way. "You know what's weird? I paraphrase or quote or whatever, the slightest nudge to the nuts sends a guy to his knees but a pussy can push out an entire human being. But the term is having balls. English and the patriarchy, bleh." She stares at the air behind him, sorting out her thoughts, and blinks at his opinion. "Hi, I hate stereotypes. Fun fact, I was almost Hufflepuff. Then I told the Hat to fuck off so here I am. I don't think you fine is the same as me fine either. "
Drew's a little taken aback by the response. "You're right...apologies, force of habit to use the phrase in particular. As for stereotypes, it doesn't matter your character, something besides not wanting to be in hufflepuff put you i gryffindor. Even if it's based off stereotype, I still firmly beleive you're going to be okay." His views, will flawed and in need of soome reflection, did have some merits to them.
"It's not like you're the only person who does it," she waves off. "But food for thought and keep the leftovers. Maybe you're right, maybe we're both wrong, all I know is..." Trailing off, she shrugs helplessly. "How do people even know when they're OK?"
Drew puts two fingers to his neck. "Even pulse." He breathes into his hands. "Questionable breath, but still capable of breathing." He pinches himself. "I can still feel that. Welp, I'm okay." It's straight forward, to say the least. "I'd be more worried if I found a heart palpitation."
Rain can't help but stare at him in disbelief. Then she bursts out laughing. "That's the first time I've heard an answer like that," she half chuckles. "Most of the time I get things like 'you're never going to be okay for long' and 'not being okay is okay.'" She sets her arm upright on her lap and the tips of her fingers against her chin. "Wait, you know how to detect palpitations? I can't tell the difference. I didn't have that class and I should probably Google it, but it never came to mind."
Drew runs a hand through his hair, smirking. "I'm just that good. But for real, I just check to make sure my heart isn't doing some weird shit like-" he looks around, spots his thighs, and does an uneven drum pattern on them. "Looking for something more like-" and then he does a tick-tock type pat. "That's what the doctors do too, I think. Also I figure my heart is probably okay anyways if I haven't just randomly died yet."
All this talk about hearts remind her of a defensive boy with a short fuse and a smile she crossed oceans to see again. Her eyes go distant, the previous lightheartedness sponged away until there's only something forced to keep herself together and not reveal too much. "Oh," she says slowly, copying Drew's earlier action with her left hand. Spirits sinking, her dread isn't misplaced. "In that case, shouldn't people avoid people who make their hearts go kaput and not go searching for them?"
Not that he's good with details, but something had changed in her demeanor. "Yeah probably, although sometimes the body wants what the body wants so heart failure is inevitable." Drew can't give too much advise on that, considering he's never been in that situation. "In all fairness, simple association with people will all eventually lead to heart failure. Death is definitely a stopping of the heart."
"Kinky," Rain mutters, exasperated humor draining into her words. "I'm gonna assume that's where the phrase 'sex to die for' comes from. People need to calm the hell down." She's still recovering from the Ethan jumpstart her brain gave her. "Eh, some people die way before their heart says ciao."
He tilts his head. "Not technically. If your heart's still beating you're alive. Isn't that how medics check for death?" What an odd discussion for him, although he supposes it's probably more interesting than class. "I think people probably just get bored of masturbation after a while," he says knowingly.
"What about those people who have months to live?" On her end, it's a normal conversation. That could be attributed to how most of her encounters lead to her awkwardly looking for the exit. "Oh my God, why?" She's made a habit of cringe-laughing and it shows. "I'm going to make a factually based guess and say you won't be one of those people."
"People who have months to live are still living," he points out. Her laughter makes him smile. "Eh, I don't mind either way. Having fun is having fun right? A relationship just seems like a steady way of getting laid. Like a job." Then again, relationships had never been a big thing with him due to his mentality on love.
"More like dying, because their body is deteriorating fast," she counters. "Y'all are thirsty. But to be honest with you, I think that's a safe opinion to have up until you get out of school and a job. Being a teenager is enough stress without crushing on every person you meet." Bri and Mateo come to mind. She shakes her head, the action solicitous. "Hashtag just don't knock anyone up and lead people on."
"Still living. If dying at a more rpaid pace counted as death, we should all be counted as dead. I, for one, am living. You don't get this skin care from the dead." Drew bites his lip at her next words. "But at the same time, if you're really digging that person...go for it. You can't achieve shit if you aren't willing to get dirty for it." He doesn't even realize the double entendre.
"You're not dying yet. Everyone starts dying after they hit 21 though, so you've got what? Six more years? Hope you have good skin care insurance." Rain smiles at her little inside joke. Some people are already dead before nineteen. She could name a few of them off her mental list, and her name is on it. His advice makes it her turn to blink. "It's not fair to go for it if you can't ever find a stable enough position in life to do it. Also, kinky, but not my style, thanks."
"Five," he corrects. "I'm already sixteen. And it might not be fiar, but at least you're doing something to get what you want. If you aren't going to fight for some sort of, I don't know, happiness, then lay down and die." Drew blinks in surprise. "Not your style? You do seem brainy, but didn't know you were prudish." Not that he means to sound like an ass, but he hasn't taken into consideration other reasons as to why one might not be interested in sex.
Drew scoffs. "What? I could still be your oppa," he says teasingly, although he finds the word cringey from all the witchagram followers that called him it. "Ice cream can be happiness. Both real ice cream and well, you know." He laughs at the innuendo. "Maybe it's just being a guy. You know, guy of whatever status, interested in getting some. Some getting more than they bargained for. I'd be careful though- how do you know that none of your apperent fuckboi friends aren't interested in something with you? With repressed feelings escaping another way." He smirks, figuring he's probably right. She's pretty, guys dig that.
"GOD, NO!" Rain exclaims, mortified laughter following in suit. "Dude, say that word again and this conversation is over for like, maybe the rest of your Hogwarts days." She makes an X swipe with her arms, snorts at the innuendo, then sobers again at his last words. "With my luck? It'd go like he wants some, and he gets out of my life once he finds out I've liked him for years." Her smile is bitterly accepting. "And I'm getting tired of being a teenager and losing everyone. Staying silent is the lesser evil." She gives him a look. "Feelings are a mess, you're lucky to live and think like that."