Out of the corner of his eye, even as he focused on Prudence right then, Artemis still kept a relatively good view of some of the nearby tables... And in that exact moment his interest got temporarily caught by a small crowd gathering around his cousin's chosen spot - joining him and the...
For a moment there, with his focus settled mostly on Angelique as he made his - admittedly, slightly vague - offer, Artemis didn't pay much attention to everything else happening around their table... Or at least definitely less than he normally did, curious and perceptive as he was. He hadn't...
Artemis had learnt a long time ago that inspiration, as long as one was open to it, could be found nearly anywhere. Even a tiny detail could lead to its birth, a flower could bloom into an intricate design, a flash of colour in the right place at the right time could bleed into a completely new...
The Three Broomsticks Inn was warm in more ways than one, at the same time offering some respite from the biting cold and the snow outside - and painting both its patrons and furniture in a soft glow of the many candles... Contrasting with the harsher light coming in through the frost-covered...
The rest of the journey had been... Well, relatively silent, mostly. It hadn't taken Artemis long to figure out that his companion was not all that interested in conversing, but at the same time polite enough to still respond, and while subtly tormenting him in that way had been mildly amusing...
...was not something he had ever been overly concerned with, though he understood when it was necessary and why. Personally, he didn't think being *comfortable* would have been rude, exactly - but he supposed that was for each person to decide for themselves. He did, however, agree with the...
The train was always the busiest, obviously, at the beginning and at the end of the journey - but the long hours between one and the other were usually relatively boring, excluding minor things like the appearance of the cart or someone occasionally passing by. It meant, of course, that it was...
It was a rainy day - not unusual for London, as far as Artemis knew, even though he had never spent all that much time in the capital himself... Excluding occasional visits, both social and shopping-oriented. To be fair, the same could probably be said about the weather of the country as a whole...
It was amusing, in a way, how such a meaningless thing as a school ball could get so many people's attention, changing the atmosphere of the entire castle into something that oozed excitement. Artemis couldn't judge his peers too harshly, though; it was new, after all, and - as such -...
Artemis... Didn't love balls all that much.
Oh, they could be perfectly fine social gatherings - and he had attended many with his family. Sometimes meeting new people there turned out to be quite interesting or at least amusing; on occasion, they even entertained him for a while. In the right...
Artemis didn't mind Imelda's assumption at all - in fact, he was more than happy to let her continue to believe that he remembered her name from some or another discussion about their House's team... In reality, he knew next to nothing about it and its members - as well as the matches in...
That... Was actually not a bad idea at all, Artemis quickly decided. The Ominous Forest could work, sure, it was in the same general family of names as the already existing ones, but - Foreboding. Fore-fore. The Foreboding Forest. Yes, he liked the sound of that. And really, at that point it...
To be honest, Artemis wasn't exactly expecting anyone to talk to him. Not that it never happened - it did, actually, and there was even a small group of students, mostly girls, that followed him sometimes in hopes of having their actual futures foretold... Which he didn't mind doing... But, in...
Ah, a new school year - another couple of months spent away from family, but with a huge library available instead... Not that the one back at home had a poor selection, of course, but he had already had a chance to go through everything from it at least once in his life, while the one at...
To be honest, Billy wasn't surprised. Or hurt, annoyed, irritated - or anything of that sort. He hadn't really been expecting a more reassuring answer... Or a better treatment. Teachers were busy. And tired. And this whole situation surely had been taking its toll on them, since they didn't just...
Crossing his arms over his chest, Billy remained standing near the door for a moment, unsure of what he should do next - since he didn't exactly get a reaction. So... Should he leave without saying goodbye or being dismissed by the teacher? Or stay? Or close the door for them? Well, no, probably...
Now, Billy wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting to happen before - but probably not this. This - meaning the life in the school... Not really changing much because of the protests, at least so far. Sure, there were less people, but he wasn't exactly friends with anyone who had...
...his hand for a small wave... That he ended up not performing... And that was a great source of motivation to stand up and finally move towards the door. From there... He wasn't sure where to go; possibly to his room, but perhaps not.
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