“I come from a very small town which mostly thrives on farm life. Stuff like that makes the local paper’s headlines all the time.”
“ Isn’t that dreadfully boring? ”
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“I come from a very small town which mostly thrives on farm life. Stuff like that makes the local paper’s headlines all the time.”
“ Isn’t that dreadfully boring? ”
“I used to like it - always a lot more interesting than the papers back home. Now I’d rather be reading about Mr Baker’s chicken being run over.”
“ I don’t know who Mr Baker is, but surely his chicken is not so famous as to make the news? ”
rigal:
A downward, understanding tug of her lips followed as she nodded. “Gotcha,” she mused. The reason she’d snapped the picture was for the fancy little uniform the French girl’s wore. Her mother would love it, in all of its frilly wonder, plus she wanted to have something to show for the new schools in her letters. Truthfully Dorcas hadn’t bothered to ask if she could because she hadn’t thought to ask. Now, it seemed, she didn’t know what the appropriate way to move on was. “So are you liking… things? Classes, I mean.”
She vaguely remembered talking to this girl at the opening feast, but Margo couldn’t remember a name or what they’d had a conversation about. When asked about classes, she simply shrugged. There wasn’t really anything she had to say about them, they were just there to pass the time. “ They’re okay. I mean, some of them don’t exactly interest me, for example Potions. But otherwise they’re decent enough. ”
“Oh yes, I think I may have seen a Rigal in there somewhere. They’re very lacking in interesting stories more as the time goes on.”
“ I only scan through nowadays, the papers never really interested me too much anyway. ”
“It doesn’t have to be real if enough people believe in it.”
“ Maybe not. Does everyone here participate actively in this? ”
“I swear, I don’t know why I’m subscribed to the Prophet any more. I don’t think I read even half the stories now,” she said, putting said newspaper down. She was getting rather sick of some of the purist propaganda that was scattered among the pages.
“ I’m only subscribed because my family’s in it sometimes. Although, some of the stories are interesting, I suppose. ”Â
Click.
The shutter sounded through the silence, following by the whining of the white framed picture ejecting from the camera. Dorcas snagged it out before beginning to shake it out to the side, brows raising at the jump she’d given the focus of her candid shot. “Skittish? Don’t worry, not here to hex you-” tonight. The thought was inward and mostly innocent, if finding it humorous was the main reason it crossed her brain. “Just capturing the moment and all.” She raised the photo, just as the image came into view.
Margo was used to photos being taken of her, sure, but she wasn’t particularly expecting there to be cameras at Hogwarts. From what she’d heard, it was an even more private school than Beauxbatons. Therefore, it was no surprise that she jumped slightly when the click of a camera went off close to her right ear. “ Skittish? No, just surprised. ”
As the new day dawned, Amos immediately wished that it hadn’t. Firstly the windows were too bright and then his dorm-mates were too loud. It seemed to be one thing after another, so when he finally got out of bed to do his morning routine— Amos was not in a good mood. His normal smile was nowhere in sight and he showered and pulled his uniform on. His hair was a mess and, for the first time in awhile, he couldn’t be bothered to fix it even slightly. Taking one last look at his sourly appearance in the mirror, Amos winced at the scowl before him but did nothing to change his facial features.
So with that, he walked by himself towards the great hall. Perhaps some food could better his morning? He surely hoped so. As he walked, his mind brought images of fresh pancakes and eggs before his eyes. Toast with marmalade and freshly brewed tea. Merlin, it all sounded like perfection to him at the time. So, he picked his pace up and pushed the great hall doors open with a flourish. If he hadn’t been in such a mood and in a hurry to eat in peace, Amos may have realized of how closely to another he had jumped into place at the table. But still, he didn’t notice… well, not until she spoke anyways.
“Pardon?” He asked, turning his head to face her. His hand half way into reaching for the tea kettle as he frowned at the girl. He really needed to earn french. It was an abomination that he hadn’t even considered it prior to now. “I can leave if me being here upsets you in some manner.” He then offered. Not understanding the words she had spoken, but he did understand the tone that was used.
“ Quoi? ”
It was a Hogwarts student, that much she could tell. Sometimes though, even though she was equally fluent in French and English, she couldn’t tell which language she was speaking. They all blended together in her head anyway. But, by the slightly confused look on his face, Margo realised the sentence had come out in French. She shook her head, smiling lightly, because she realised that Amos too wasn’t in the best of moods.
“ Sorry, was that en Francais? I asked how you were. It’s quite alright that you’re here, your presence isn’t what’s made my mood horrible. ”
“Could you say that a little bit louder, might get some house points if you do.”
“ Ravenclaw seem to need the help, it’s true. ”
“Well, if you insist. I could give it back to you once I’m done if you would like it back.”
“ That won’t be necessary. Think of it as part of the magical co-operation side of this whole business. ”
“I suppose that makes sense. I mean, as long as it works for you, then who am I to say otherwise?” He asked, in a rhetorical fashion. The mental imagine of forging ones answers, on any subject, was more of a cloudy area for Amos. He simply didn’t understand that way of thinking…. with his overachieving standards and the mindset that followed. “I am quite jealous that your curriculum give extra hours of studying, though. We are meant to do that on our own time.. for all of our classes. Which usually means waiting until the weekend, and after the other work has been previously completed. I always find time for studying, of course. My grades cannot afford to be anything but the best—– but I do wish our school system would give more room as it seems like yours does. “
Margo shrugged nonchalantly. She never really took much time out of her day to truly think about her mother’s Divination demands. “ It is not so much that we have extra studying hours as it is that we have an extra year before our exams. Of course, grades are important to me in subjects that matter. But, let’s not talk about grades when the Tournament is looming. Are you entering... I’m sorry, what was your name? ”
“Ah, I see.” Amos replied, after she had finished with her explanation. It wasn’t a situation at Amos could personally connect with, so on that front—- he felt a loss of what to say. Still though, he continued on with the words in his head. “It’s nice to see that an arrangement could have been made to please the both of you. Also, it’s nice that your mother chose a fairly easy class. Or at least the Divination that we provide is, I should say… as I am still unfamiliar with the curriculum that your school requires. In any case, I hope that it’s not too dreadful for you.”Â
“ I’ve learned that it’s just easier to make up what you see if you cannot see anything. Pretend it is an animal or something along those lines. I manage to get by with an Acceptable. It is similar to your curriculum in some ways, but we study for longer so we are better prepared for the exams. ”
“Did you get it from somebody special? Your brother? Or Mr. Burke?”
“ The latter, yes. But trust me when I say I have more than enough gifts from him to let this one slide. ”
“Oh no. I wasn’t asking for your copy, especially if it was a gift - that’s just plain rude. I was simply wondering if you could tell me where to get one.”
“ I don’t want it, you can have it. I don’t know where it’s from if I’m honest with you. ”
“Sorry I’m staring, aren’t I? It’s just that I’ve been searching for that book forever and you have it right now…in your hands…with what I’m assuming was little to no effort.”
“ Kind of, yes. But, this? I wouldn’t spend your time on it. It’s not all it’s made up to be. I'm only reading it because it was a gift. You can have it. ”
“I take from your tone that you do not, in fact, enjoy divination? If so, then why did you decide to take it up on the elective courses? If its not too rude to inquire?”
“ It’s not rude, don’t worry. My mother thinks that Divination is an important subject, but she doesn’t think Charms is. So, to compromise, I said that I would take Divination if she let me take Charms. I sometimes think that I would have rather self taught myself Charms than take that, but there we go. ”
││► MARGO RIGAL.
    “ Pleasure s'all mine. Enjoying Hogwarts thus far? ”
“ Yes, it’s great here. Different, though. I’ve been getting lost a lot, but I’ll get the hang of it soon. ”