The first time Ravenclaw!Renjun steals your pen from you, it’s to peer at it curiously. A half-blood raised in the wizard world, he’s never before seen such a strange contraption, and when he saw it in your hands in the library, he was quick to snatch it from your hands. Now, he ogles it over his thinly-rimmed glasses.
“What is it, Renjun?” You sigh at your friend. On any day, you would enjoy Renjun’s comfortable presence. But today, you have to finish your forty inch essay for History of Magic, and you definitely don’t need distractions. Even if they come in the form of cute, intrigued wizard boys with glasses.
“My question exactly,” he responds, eyes still blinking at the black-ink ballpoint pen in his hand. “What is this thing?”
Your attempt to snatch it fails, for he’s moved too fast. “It’s called a pen, Jun. Now can I have it back please?”
“It just like… never runs out of ink?” He’s still staring at the thing like he’s a muggle staring at a wand.
You can’t simply control the roll of your eyes and the chuckle that leaves your mouth at his amazement. For a Ravenclaw, he seemed to not know much about the outside world. “Everything runs out eventually, genius. You just have to replace the ink. It’s more convenient than dipping my quill into the ink every twenty letters.”
“Magical,” is all he says.
“That’s not all,” you start, beginning to sound like a pens salesman. “Quills are cool for the aesthetic and all, but, every stroke is a different thickness, you know? Pens have set thicknesses, and you can even buy different sized pens. I prefer 0.3mm myself, if you ask me.” As if he knows what you mean.
“Maybe you should consider taking Muggle Studies.”
“Nah,” he quickly replies, handing you your pen back across the library table. “I learn enough from my favorite muggleborn,” he says, and you smile abashedly. With this he stands, offering you a very Renjun smile before disappearing into the library aisles and leaving you to finish your essay.
The second time Renjun steals your pen from you, you’re in a very similar situation. Homework before you, pen in hand before the blonde haired Ravenclaw takes it from you.
The difference this time is that he asks for it first. “Y/N, can I borrow your pen, please?” This causes you to raise a curious brow at him because, Huang Renjun saying please? Sure.
Silently you pass it over to him and watch as he rips a piece of your parchment, to which you yell “Hey!” He offers no response, simply clicking the pen as if it were second nature. Even you couldn’t tell it was his first time using a pen. For second, he’s scribbling into the paper with furrowed brows while you watch with heightened interest.
You think he’s done but he continues to stare at the completed writing as though it were written in a foreign language. You can’t see it, but that’s what you deduce. “Here,” he finally says after a moment. But rather than passing you your pen back, Renjun slides the sliver of parchment across the table.
He’s clearly inept with a pen, for he’s pressed so hard that the ink has bled through to the other side in sizable splotches, but the words he’s written catch your eye. On the paper, in dried black ink, reads: “Y/N, will you go out with me?”
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