S P E C T R E

“Oh, you so are — you pout your lips and everything,” Iris teased, giggling and pushing her fingers through her hair. She’d never voice it, but she was quite sad about him leaving in a couple of months. Elliot was one of her first real friends, he was certainly the one she trusted most because he never gave her a reason not to, so getting used to being without him around was going to be a bitch, especially since they still weren’t on the terms they previously were on. “Some kids are absolutely ruthless, they wouldn’t bloody care if you started casting curses on them,” Iris joked, shaking her head and sighing softly, “I used to sneak in chocolates, but I hid my tracks well and I’m still in Madame Pince’s good books,” she giggled softly, keeping her arms crossed over her chest. “How have you been, Eli?” the redhead asked, genuinely interested in his well-being (as she always was).

“S'il vous plaît ne pas toucher les plantes.“ Mason said in a quiet tone as he heard someone approach him in the greenhouse, as he was tending to the care of a particularly sick looking Snargaluff. “If you touch, they become quiet hostile…I am being very very careful..the poor thing is sick, he’s got a rotten pod in there and he won’t open up.” usually Snafgaluff plants were to be dealt with by more than one person, but this one was sick and it was better to coax him open alone.

elliot had dropped herbology quite some time ago, though the boy considered all fields of magic to be of importance, he couldn’t take them ALL and though he found herbology to be interesting, he had prioritized other subjects. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t opposed to the occasional trip to the greenhouse now and again to further his knowledge. “pourquoi pas?” the ravenclaw replied. he had taught himself french in the summer after he’d learnt spanish due to boredom at home, the grammatical patterns were very similar and since he had spent more time with dominique he had a grown interest in the language as well, head nodding as the boy explained. “would it not be best to remove the pod with magic, if it’s causing it that much pain there is surely a spell that would work to help it to open up and have a somewhat swift removal.”

Rosie grabbed hold of her bag and like most of the other students rushed from the classroom, “Listen i love lessons more than most, but that one was boring.” 

perhaps he was being overly defensive but he couldn’t help but disagree with the brunette’s statement. dark brown eyes narrowed, “well you can hardly expect every single one of your lessons to keep you on the edge of your seat, but it doesn’t mean that they’re any less important.” he raised an eyebrow, “if anything with our end of year exams you should be trying to pay even more attention --- professors don’t set things that aren’t going to be important.”

“Here’s something that you don’t here me say that much.. please. I need some help studying for my finals and was wondering if you would be willing to.. tu…. Tutor me please.”

elliot frowned slightly at how.... out of the blue the blonde’s request was. especially considering it was, what? a week from the final exams now. “you do realise if you needed tutoring you should’ve come to me at least three months ago, right?” he did recognize the boy though, plus he’d heard a lot about him from dominique, whom he had grown quite fond of since he’d agreed to tutor her in arithmancy. perhaps that was another reason he was so hesitant. “i’d usually be okay with it, but seeing as you’ve left it so late i’m afraid i have to say no. much of my time is already filled with tutoring others, not to mention i’m taking my own exams VERY seriously and need time to study for them myself --- more than one week out.”

♧ — ┊ ❛ IRIS AMBROSE AND ELLIOT SHARMA // AN AESTHETIC ;;

         “ your heart is far too young to realize                    the unimaginable light you hold inside ”

♨ - their cooking ability (or lack thereof)

“ there are worst ways to spend my evening — i always wished my defense professor had given more extra credit chances, ” he chuckled, looking back down at his papers. “ some of these are actually quite interesting to read. ”

“that’s always true.” elliot could think of many things that grading an essay was far more interesting than. but then again, his interests were often viewed as more of an acquired taste. “well i try and take as many as i can. there’s NEVER anything wrong with learning more, nor is there anything wrong with trying to improve your grade.” he pretty much already had the top spot in their year, but even so, he always like the opportunity. “they are?” he replied, slightly surprised, “i always find them a bit difficult to read whenever i tutor. it’s mainly the structure of them that bothers me, but that’s usually because i’m a perfectionist.”

the professor chuckled at ‘dang’. “ not at all, mr. sharma — i know how full that common room can get. sit wherever you’d like, i’m just finishing up grading these first year essays. ”

expression brightened slightly as the professor gave him the permission to sit, elliot doing so, grabbing some books from his bag. “thank you sir --- and i hope that’s not too boring. i can’t imagine it’s an ideal way to spend your evening. though i suppose extra credit isn’t as well”

“ if you’ve come for the extra credit session i’m afraid you’re about an hour early, ” the first year dada professor said not looking up from his work.

“really? --- dang.” he muttered, more to himself than anybody else. he had SWORN he had gotten the time right, but with exams he had been a little frazzled. he cleared his throat slightly, “do you mind if i wait here until it does start? the common room can get a bit crowded at this time and i could use the quiet. but of course it’s fine if it’s not.”

she scoffed before letting out a quiet laugh. “ of course not — do you honestly believe i’d be stupid enough to think you, the head boy, would do something like that. ” she raised a brow, lips turning up in a smirk. “ i was making a general statement, though my wording may have been slightly wrong. ” her nose scrunched up for a moment before turning back to her books

the ravenclaw suddenly felt his face heat up at her accusatory words. of course he had misread it, for a boy who was so good at his studies you would’ve thought he would’ve had SOME smarts when it came to social encounters. but apparently not. “right.” he said, glad for his dark skin to hide the blush, “not at all. and uh --- it’s my fault. i probably wasn’t paying attention properly.”

dream: three wishes i have

Iris was totally caught up with all her studies and extra work too but she had nothing to do — she’d already gone out to the pitch and done a couple of laps, laid in bed in attempt to take a nap but failing miserably and finally decided to head to the library. After all, it didn’t hurt to do revision. She walked around the library, trying to find the perfect spot, when she came across her favourite Ravenclaw, smirking as she listened to him grumble, “It’s incredible how when exams are coming up, you turn into a grump,” she teased, taking her wand out and wordlessly making the wrappers levitate toward the bin, before pocketing her wand, resting against the bookshelf as she looked at him, not sure if she should sit down. Usually she wouldn’t even hesitate to sit down, but she still wasn’t sure were they really stood, and while it was quite sad, she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. “But you are right — people shouldn’t litter, especially not in the library.”

lily’s head rose at the sound of wrappers, rather annoyed at the sound. lily, though a troublemaker, was a rather serious student and took her studying seriously – truth be told, she didn’t need to study ( she knew the material like the back of her hand and would pass with flying colors. her face softened as she noticed that the young man  located where the sound was coming from wasn’t truly at fault. she slipped her wand out of the holster on her upper thigh ( she knew it was a strange place to keep her wand, but she didn’t care ). muttering a small charm, she pointed her wand at the wrappers – they suddenly shot into the air and, with a flick of her wrist, went flying into the nearest rubbish bin. “ honestly, it’s not that hard to pick up after yourself. ”

the boy had about to collect up the wrapper and walk to the bin --- he was still accustomed to muggle ways in many of the smaller details. magic wasn’t an idea that sprung to him in situations like these. though as soon as he made the move, the wrappers had already gone, brown eyes searching for the culprit. the voice that spoke moving them to a young girl. he frowned “wait... you think these are MINE?” as if he would ever dare. sticky finger marks and chocolate spots in books was one of his pet peeves. “i don’t even like sweets.” well that wasn’t entirely true, he just didn’t eat them. the ravenclaw had never been allowed them as a child and in some ways he felt eating them was still a form of disobeying. not to mention on the rare occasion where he had a couple. he could barely stomach a few before it made him feel ill. going from little to no sugar to something that was mainly sugar didn’t agree with him that well.