Dressed in more run down colors and a more humble palette, though in a hooded cloak of gold and green, he hadn’t really thought his magic would pull him towards Eklobeus again, but then again, he’s been on the outs with his normal magical teachings. Maybe it’s reflecting in his teleporting that he wants to learn, to get more information, to rise above what he had learned before. Maybe that’s why he had ended up here.
Whatever the case, he’s genuinely taken by the usage of water in this demonstration in the way it’s being used, and it has his attention. He doesn’t even pause to consider that other people might recognize him from the last time he was wandering around here, albeit with someone else. He did make quite the display… but then, he’s been encountering problems with people trying to recall the name to the face, sometimes even recalling him at all.
Hearing his name snaps him out of his HAWK LIKE WATCHING of the sorcerer, and he turns to face the one who garnered his attention and he realizes how closely he’d been approached. His reaction to it, externally, is naught more than a slow blink, but it was an effort to not jolt out of surprise.
“sophus.” His voice is light and airy, different than the admittedly drowned enthused of a man who was trying to speak through water in his throat. He sounds as if he can breathe, but he also sounds as if he’s weathered something terrible and it has changed his disposition on life. Even his aura is changed; different, changed, stronger and undeniably more like him but also… not. “i suppose it ‘as been a while.” For him, it was merely a month, salted wounds still fresh, but for others? Who knows. “─‘ow ‘ave ya been? i trust there’s been lil’ trouble. wouldn’ wanna come back ta the concept ‘f a scuffle startin’ or jus’ endin’. … or, actually, i’d love to break up a figh’.” He says with a bit of a smile, though subdued and weak compared to his previous grins.
It didn’t take the sorcerer much to notice the other’s change in posture, voice, aura, curious, how a year can change someone, but at the same time, it was worrying Sophus slightly, it was a rather drastic change, was it not? Nevertheless, he chose not to speak of it, so to not offend the other, perhaps he could inquire later, if he noticed something else.
“Things have been alright, no scuffles you can break up, no.” He jokes, though coated in his monotony it was easy to miss. “The most excitement recently has been an incident involving fire, someone burning their room, fortunately everyone is safe and it got handled quickly.” He couldn’t imagine losing a student to a fire just like that, it bothered him to even think about such thing. He shook his head and the thought off. “Fortunately any trouble here has been handled quite fast, pros of being surrounded by so many mages.”
His eyes focused on Fleur’s, not wanting to question him, his appearance or his current demeanor, the sorcerer simply used his own magic to mask his aura, keep it inviting, welcoming and calm, hide the concern. “How about you? I’m surprised that you’re out here and not inside the library, unless you are taking a break from the books.”
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