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ashrwood:

“ oh goodness. ” he chuckled lightly, a small grin grew on his face. “ now i need to know. what were you trying to cook up this time? ” despite the amount of debates he and cassius got into over their different opinions when it came to potions, he was still rather curious.

“Oh I was simply experimenting with the Ice Potion. I was seeing whether the potion would be more potent if you added the salamander blood after you add the crushed wartcap powder.” Cassius explained in one mumbled breath. Despite the fact that he disagreed with Asher over certain approaches to brewing potions, Cassius did enjoy debating it -- it made sure to get rid of any flaws in his methods.

#[ c:asherwood ]

viviannelisa:

☆ ̖́- — cassius and vivianne lived in two very different worlds — forget worlds, more like different GALAXIES — but nonetheless, there was some sort of friendship between them. however weird it maybe be, however awkward. even if she never admits this out loud, his intelligence is something that she admires — something she ENVIES. the world that he lived in, the world that was surrounded by knowledge that she can’t even begin to understand — perhaps deep down she doesn’t even want to understand.

a small laugh escaped her lips the minute she noticed she caught him off guard. now that is something that surely doesn’t happen often enough. she didn’t say a single word until he was able to compose himself, after all she’s not a complete mess of a person — only part of a mess. “i know, thank you,” she said as sincerely as she could. even if his help was honestly not at all helpful. his notes were just as hard to understand as his words but he took the time to sit there and do them. that’s at least something. “i’m doing just fine, cas. how about you? how’s your day been?” if they can keep on this conversation, maybe she wouldn’t have to bolt immediately. maybe.

Another thought occurred to him as he was scribbling on the parchment and he glanced up at Vivianne with a wide eyed look -- horror etched in his expression -- “It occurred to me that you might be unable to read my handwriting.” He pulled back her quill and pushed it to her just as she thanked him, “Oh no thanks needed Vi, I’m here to help whenever you need it. And we’re friends right?” Vivianne was more Carina’s friend than his, but he still considered her someone he saw often enough that they could be labelled friends. He didn’t really spend much time with Vivianne -- though he always made sure to find her if their conversation got interrupted, he was positive that she liked to hear the end of his theoretical approaches -- but he appreciated her company when they did find themselves in the same place. Cassius’ leg shook underneath the table as he was struck by another thought, “Oh I can charm it to look like your handwriting. Of course.” Without asking if she was done, he pulled the parchment back towards him and continue from where he stopped. Cassius nodded with an absent-minded smile and replied a full minute after she had asked the question, his focus mostly on the notes, “Fine fine, I have Arthimancy homework to hand in this afternoon so I’m was just finishing it up before class. Carina would kill me if I skipped another assignment. Though Arithmancy is simple enough, the ruins that they use was actually descended --” Cassius prattled on about the history of Arithmancy for the next few minutes before he inquired -- interrupting his own words -- “I should have asked but when is your essay due for Potions?”

#[ c:viviannecarrow ]

niceandstudious:

“C-Can I help you with something?” Jackson asked nervously. The Hufflepuff had simply been walking when he was stopped by the other. “A-Are you lost or something?”

“Lost? Oh no, no.” Cassius mumbled as he scratched the back of his head -- clearly deep in thought -- “Do you think that this looks useful?” He held up a haphazardly crafted item made from pieces of metal put together with a flame flickering in the centre of it.

#[ c:jacksonweasley ]

sarcasticwizardlavender:

“Could this place possibly get any dirtier?”

“Your question is flawed because it is misleading. Of course, this place -- as you call it -- can get dirtier. But I posit that the idea of dirt is subjective and therefore, your question can never really be answered properly.” Cassius stated without an inflection in his voice as he continued to scribble on his parchment without looking at the person who spoke, “Are you unhappy with the state of Hogwarts?”

#[ c:lavenderdeboutt ]

iisvdora:

❛ Yes, but your mothers Greenhouse never tried to kill me. This greenhouse on the other hand, should be named Greenhouse of Horrors. ❜ She couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the Avery Greenhouse. Regardless of how hard she tried to stay clean, it was inevitable for her to leave completely covered in dirt, a crown of flowers haphazardly placed in her hair. But that’s exactly what they were — memories. Hogwarts had quickly created a divide that she didn’t know how to get past. Heck, she couldn’t even figure out how their friendship had gotten to the point of a strangers hi and hello in the halls, before going their separate ways. It felt like moments alone like this were the only time they spent together anymore.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she staggered back from her spot, watching the vine fall to the floor, twitching before going completely still. ❛ Oh. Well, I suppose Poison Tentacle it is. ❜ Gripping at her wrist protectively, rubbing it gingerly at the spot where it would have caught her. Merlin only knows what would have happened if that thing had actually gotten it’s arm — limb — whatever it was properly called, around her wrist. It wouldn’t have taken much force to snap the delicate wrist. ❛ Maybe we should ditch this for something a little less deadly, it’s only the middle of the week, no need to put myself so close to death yet.❜

Cassius smiled widely, an act that reminded him of a younger version of himself, “Even mother would never let us near her more dangerous plants. Though,” he glanced around the Hogwarts Greenhouse with a critical eye, “there does seem to be a great many threatening plants. Sprout must be trusting or naive.” The days of their childhood were a fond memory of his. The hours spent playing in the gardens of the Avery Estate -- the immaculate garden, the pristinely kept Glass Greenhouse, the water lily pond -- were an innocent time for him. A time that he had unwittingly pushed away. Instead falling prey to the temptation that the mysteries of their universe placed at his feet. What was once a close friendship had become a mystery of its own. For all his intelligence, Cassius could not understand when they had become merely acquaintances. Words spoken in passing, but never anything of substance with so many things coming between them. There was always something else to do. There was always somewhere else to be. It sometimes made him yearn for a simpler time. Cassius dragged his fingers through his hair and blinked blankly at her. The name was almost identical to the original name. But this was Isadora -- he could never say no to her, he could never dissuade her from anything. Instead, he bit back his original thought and said with a smile, “A name that warns people from the harm that the plant poses. Do you want me to write it down?” Cassius shrugged with that indifference he was so accustomed to, “If you want,” He drummed his fingers against the table, “Though the likelihood of you actually dying is slim to none...” He paused when he remembered the tournament and stated, “If you were Mako Azuma, death would be an immediate probability --” Cassius trailed off and tugged his pipe out of his pocket, “Where did you want to go instead? I did have a few new spells I wanted to test out...” The invitation lay unspoken between them as he focused on lighting his pipe without his wand.

#[ c:isadoralestrange ]

yvelg:

the castle was beautiful, or “ BRILLIANT ! ” as the english might say. she’d brushed up on as much “ british slang ” as she could before arriving, absolutely charmed by the timbre, the unique colour of their voices. the differences between the institutions were STARTLING, but she thoroughly enjoyed getting acquainted with the new. there was a very different ambience, a different feeling roaming through this castle — & she was determined to soak it all in.

yael’d managed to get lost somewhere along the way, but she didn’t so much care or notice. rather, she gazed idyllically at her new surroundings & beamed. ‘ this place is pretty wonderful, isn’t it ? ’

The onslaught of students from the various wizarding schools participating in the tournament was an interesting phenomenon. If he was interesting in human behaviour, he might be observing people. But Cassius was trying to focus on a new spell that he had been tinkering with for the passed day. A girl’s voice broke his concentration and he huffed a bit under his breath and nodded absently, “I suppose, Hogwarts does have a wealth of knowledge inside of it. There is always something to explore.” The magic that hummed within the walls of the castle fascinated him and he was positive that he still had not uncovered the truth behind the ancient magic.

#[ c:yaelgoldstein ]

xcarinaa:

At the sound of her brother’s voice, she snapped her head up towards the voice, her mood already lightening up after thinking some idiot disturbed her. She welcomed the oh so familiar confused look on his brother’s face - most likely because he couldn’t tell what she was doing there or how he got to this room. It was a common occurance when it came to him and she found it endearing. Though, she found almost everything endearing about her brother. “What are you suggesting? That they plan on ganging up on me?” she asked with a chuckle as she shook her head.

She headed over to the desk Cass leaned against, popped herself up on it and nudged him with her elbows. “I feel like this is once again a good time to give you shit about your way of gaining knowledge,” she teased her brother, even though she meant every word of it. “Why are you not in class exactly?” She learned it by now that there was no point in trying to convince Cass about going to classes or studying for anything, but she still felt the need to mention it to him from time to time. Not that he listened. But at least she let it out of her. “But, to answer your question, I’m not skipping anything. I had a free class and figured I’d wait it out here.”

Cassius pushed his hair to the left of his face and chuckled quietly at her reply. Carina was his best friend -- in truth she was everything to him -- and he always cherished the time that they could spend together. It was far less than when they were home, when there was nothing separating them. Classes. Friends. Quidditch. They all took up their time -- time away from each other -- and Cassius was pleased that Carina flourished in Hogwarts, but he still missed the hours at home. The quiet moments in their large estate when she sat with him in his workshop and listened to him prattle on or he listened to her talk when his hands could work automatically. His fingers (covered in ink and a little bit of soot) tapped absently on his leg, “Simply that they take up more room than you do, therefore you might argue that they have a stronger claim to the room.” He glanced down at her, the look in his eyes full of fondness, and patted her on the head -- a habit that he picked up when they were younger and never grew out of -- “Give me shit? Carina,” Cassius gave her a serious look, “You do understand that you are taught a standardised curriculum that will never fully let you have the freedom to build on the knowledge that you want to --” It was an argument that he had ranted on about before, “I pass my classes because I must, but Hogwarts is a wealth of knowledge, even if the teaching style does little to encourage that.” He stretched his arms behind his head with a bland look, “History of Magic is interesting, but I taught myself the entire term already. No sense wasting that time listening to Binns drone on.” Cassius rolled his eyes and continued, “And before you start to lecture me, I should remind you that even you’ve skipped Binns class before.” “You’re spending your free period in an empty class room? Well, it’s a good thing I found you then. You’d be hopelessly bored without me around.” Cassius teased in that familiar way he only truly felt comfortable doing around his sister.

#[ c:carinaavery ]

olivem:

hogwarts was too complicated for olive’s liking. all the hallways and the staircases were overwhelming, and she knew it would take awhile for her to get accustomed to it all. as she was walking past the room, she heard the door slam and jumped as it startled her. “i didn’t hear anything,” she shook her head, hand over her heart to calm it down. “though, you did startle me a lil bit.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Cassius mumbled absently even as he attempted to work out what had gone wrong. He’d have to go inside and clean it up before he tried to figure out the problem. Thank Merlin for magic. But it was probably better to leave it for a few more minutes in case. He took a longer look at the witch in front of him and asked with a friendly grin, “What brings you down to the dungeons?”

#[ c:olivemathers ]

ashrwood:

asher stopped in his tracks when he heard an explosion. what the, he thought. not too long after, someone came rushing out of a room. he stared at the long haired male for a moment before speaking. “ what were you do — you know what, nevermind. i don’t need to know. ”

Cassius ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the door -- a sign of exhaustion -- “Just an insignificant potion mishap,” he waved his hand in time with his words, “You probably don’t want to know Asher.” He was a second too late in adding an ingredient and the whole thing had exploded. His fault for trying to ticker on something while brewing.

#[ c:asherwood ]

viviannelisa:

☆ ̖́- — her eyes watched his actions as soon as they had landed on the nearest EXIT. wonderful, she’ll keep that right smack in front of her mind for the moment when it calls for it and knowing how their conversations usually go, it won’t be that long. she let him take her book — surely this is a sign that he was willing to just do her assignment for her? — as she watched him just flip through the pages. “a quill? yeah sure.” she handed the one in her hand right on over. perhaps, for once, she didn’t have to BOLT from their conversation.

ah crap, she spoke too soon. thank merlin and salazar for emergency exits. as she spoke, every single word hit her ears only for it to stay in almost a puddle in her mind — jumbled up and flowing past one each other but never making any connections. did he ever listen to himself talk or did he just assume everyone would understand a word that went through his mind? once she had asked a clarifying question but all that did was result to a longer explanation and a conversation she never considered to get into and she declared to never make that mistake again. “so uh, this is great. real great work. thank you so much for your help, cas.” please let this be the end of that.

He remained unaware of the effect of his words. The place that it put people, the way that people turned off at the sound of his prattling. Only very few could understand his brilliance. It was not a word that he used often, it was not a word that he used to describe himself. But his mother believed that he was a genius, he was only concerned with understanding every part of this material world. But for all his intellect, Cassius was oblivious -- indifferent -- to his behaviour, his mannerisms that isolated him from people. He remained unaware of Vivianne -- someone who was more observant would notice her body language, her words -- and continued to prattle on. Cassius stopped -- mid-sentence -- and blinked at Vivianne, taken aback by the fact that she had interrupted his constant stream of words expressing ideas, “Oh um,” His brain was stuck on his previous train of thought before he recovered with a nod -- one, two, three -- “Of course Vi, you can always ask me for help when you need it.” He rubbed the back of his head, with his free hand, in an effort to regain composure even as he continued to write, “Um so how... are you...?” He seemed unsure with his question. It was something that people asked each other, but he found little use in it. Cassius’ gaze slipped down to the parchment as he tried to remember anything else that she could use in her essay.

#[ c:viviannecarrow ]#//LOLOL he's so oblivious #//she's so clearly not wanting to be in his company #//makes me laugh- love it

iisvdora:

carefully placing the plant back down onto the table, she plucked the gloves off her hands, fanning them in front of her face, to avoid smelling whatever he was smoking. ❛ i mean, i wouldn’t be opposed to herbologists continuing the tradition of keeping their proper names, but why can’t students who only need to pass the class with minimal marks name the plants themselves. it’s not like i plan on inventing some new antidote or anything.❜

grin stretched across her lips, only needing the slightest encouragement to follow through with her idea. tugging on his hand, she pulled him further into the greenhouse, only stopping at the end of the long table. ❜we’re going to rename them. i need you to be my spotter, if something looks like it’s going to bite my hand off, just break it’s root or something.❜ without waiting for an answered, she slowly extended her hand towards the first plant, waiting for something big to happen, not noticing the a vine slowly extending out. ❜ looks like this one is going to be plant snooze. ❜

Cassius laughed, his fingers cradling his pipe, as he shrugged carelessly -- her argument wasn’t incredible flawed, only a little but he would never tell her that -- “Perhaps you have a point. Herbology is helpful for ingredients, my mother has her own Greenhouse for that purpose as you know, but students who do not care. Well I do not see the harm in giving them more accessible names. Though Sprout might be unimpressed if you used that on a test.” He didn’t believe in traditional education. The structure and streamlined version of teaching would never truly allow students to grasp the full extend of the knowledge out there. He didn’t need good grades and neither did Isadora. They were born to take positions of power. He barely extinguished his pipe and shoved it into his pocket in time before he clambered after her. His long strides helping him to right himself as he followed her lead. Cassius blinked repeatedly at her before he nodded slowly at her idea. His eyes followed as she reached for a plant, his lips curling into a smile at the name, before he caught the vine extending towards her. His wand was out and he silently cast the spell -- Diffindo -- at the plant, watching as the arm (vine) was severed, “Izzy, I don’t think plant snooze might be the right name.” Cassius squinted at the plant and reached out to stop her hand from moving any closer, “That’s a Venomous Tentacula -- it’s quite dangerous.”

#[ c:isadoralestrange ]

viviannelisa:

☆ ̖́- — oh no. perhaps she should have kept her mouth shut and yet viv didn’t even bother to really look at the closest person to her. it’s not that she hates cassius or anything — of course she doesn’t hate him, they are friends after all — but really, it’s the matter of does she know how to deal with him? and the answer to that question is absolutely not. “Well, I was hoping that you could help me with this assig—” before she finished her sentence, he took the open seat directly across from her. oh shit. honestly she would rather not get into this intellectual conversation with cassius where every other word is something she just didn’t understand. “sure, that would be great.” where are the emergencies exits again?

Potions. Sixth Year. Draught of the Living Dead. Cassius flipped through the potions book, but not reading the words on the page rather running through the information in his brain on the topic. He remembered barely handing in the essay in time -- having written it the morning before -- but passing nevertheless. Cassius reached for his quill, but found that it wasn’t tucked behind his ear. He smiled sheepishly at Vivianne, “Can I borrow your quill?” He scratched the back of his head with a yawn and asked distractedly -- half paying attention to the notes he began to scribble down on the parchment -- “Did you know that the elements of the Draught of the Living Dead and it’s antidote the Wiggenwald potion both include wormwood. I didn’t realise the importance of the --” Cassius continued to ramble on about the potions even as he steadily jotted down notes for Vivianne to use for her essay. It always amazed him how Vivianne always listened to his explanations without interruption, unlike most people who always cut him off when it got too technical. Sometimes he wondered why she was in Slytherin.

#[ c:viviannecarrow ]#//cassius is oblivious and so so innocent

xcarinaa:

——Carina flicked her wand over and over again, until several new different colored butterflies were flying over her head. The ceiling of the empty classroom was full of them, which brought a small smile over her face. They looked pretty, it was a nice flow of colors. She’s been in there quite some time already when she heard somebody enter the room.

“Yes, this room is taken,” she said with a sharp edge in her voice, not even looking over her shoulder to see who came in.

Cassius blinked at the sound of his sister’s voice -- sharp as a blade -- and glanced curiously at the room he found himself in. He barely remembered the reason he had stepped inside the room, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he sought to figure out a solution to why salamander blood was the key to Ice Potions. A smile formed on his face at the sight of the multi-coloured butterflies and teased, “Yes, the room is taken, but the question is by whom. The butterflies out number you, Carina.” He ambled over to where his sister stood and leaned against an empty table, “Are you not supposed to be in class? This is unlike you to skip. Taking a page out of my book on how to really gain knowledge?”

#[ c:carinaavery ]

qcntin:

as the male beside him spoke, quentin s t u d i e d the staircases once more. now that it had been pointed out, he was able to see how they shifted in a chain movement, eyes lighting up in amazement. ❝ HOW INTERESTING, ❞ the french man comments. ❝ this is a constant thing that occurs, right ? i do hope that warnings are given – who knows where you might end up. ❞

“I was quite fascinated by it when I first arrived at Hogwarts. It’s a rather impressive bit of magic. Though if I’m Rowena would make the spell more sophisticated now if she was around.” Cassius trailed off as he was drawn into a familiar thought about how the magic of the moving staircases could be improved. He was pulled from his rumination as he nodded absently, barely focusing on what had been said, “Warnings? No, I don’t remember any warnings given. It’s up to you to figure it out I suppose. You haven’t gotten lost have you?”

#[ c:quentinmoreau ]

“Nothing to see here!” Cassius exclaimed as he rushed out of the unused potions room with a guilty grin and quickly slammed the door behind him. He loosened his hair from it’s bun and shook it out as he glanced up at the mostly empty corridor, “So um you didn’t hear anything right? No exploding sounds?” He swore he had put up strong enough silencing charms around the room.

#triwiz:start #//feel free to have heard an exploding sound #//another potion exploded #//usual for cassius

qcntin:

❝ the staircases are the most i n t e r e s t i n g part about this school. i have been watching them shift for about thirty minutes now & i still haven’t managed to peg the pattern in which they move. frankly, it’s bothering me that i haven’t ; but maybe they don’t move in a specific pattern. ❞

Cassius peered around him, his eyes darting up and down the corridor, before he acknowledge that the other wizard was speaking to him. He tucked the quill behind his ear and glanced at the staircase, “Quite simple actually. The stairs swing ninety degrees from one position to the next in a quadrant. There staircases are sections of four stairs forming a square that move in a chain.”

#[ c:quentinmoreau ]

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