Loki Odinson
God of Lies and Trickery
Gossips were a fundamental part of school life, whether it be magical or mundane, and Hogwarts was no different in that they have a fair share of it. I mean, look. The first-day-back feast was still underway and already people were being talked about. Although…Bluntmond…that name sounded German, and from the rumours surrounding the infamous Slytherin House, pureblood. For the House of green and silver held the most number of purebloods. Those two facts put together was more than enough to peak his interest, and Killian made a mental note to observe this Sebastian Bluntmond. Information was Killian’s weakness, no matter how trivial one may view it. There was a decent chance talking with the guy would shed more light on pureblood families, especially one that settled in the old soils of England and lived through the taint of the Second War.
He followed the collective glances towards the Slytherin table, to the trio undoubtedly help in higher regards amongst members of their House. It would definitely explain the flower crown resting regally upon the startlingly pale hair of the only female of the three. The accessory made them stand out just a little more and the fact that no one had yet to make a mention of it told him exactly which direction the wind blew. At her side was Pretty Boy A and B. Well, with B being the actual pretty one and A’s defined features soured by a disgusted sneer. That made him Bluntmond. Killian studied the fellow German and his Slytherin friends for a heartbeat longer, then returned his gaze to Dalca next to him.
“A reasonable deduction. One can hardly call themselves a member of the House of Intelligence if one cannot adhere to its core value, after all. That said, I do believe I am sufficiently prepared in regards to classes for at least the first fortnight, if I do say so myself. From what I’ve read of textbooks required for this year, the contents seems to be rather in line with Ilvermorny’s curriculum. Theory would not be a problem. It is the workload and practical lessons I am interested in knowing if it differs any. All the better for me to assimilate and adjust to Hogwarts.” Killian allowed his lips to quirk upwards, slightly more attentiveness seeping into his posture. “It would be much appreciated if you could create a map. I would hate to lose my way and turn up late to classes before I have the layout memorised. If it is not a bother, Dalca, I shall seek you out once my schedule is on hand.”
The chatter turned back to gossips again, and Killian finally learned of Keith’s surname, which was good, because there’s no way he was going to address Keith as Mr Handsome, no matter if the Gryffindor actually is handsome. It was probably a little odd that a quiet-seeming person would be more reliable gossip-wise than the sociable one, but in hindsight, Dalca’s titbit of information was logical. Rumours were prone to mutating into exaggerated proportions and falsehood. Better trust someone who can and will discern things into truths and lies than take anything at face value from someone who would merely listen and pass it down the grapevines as it is.
He picked up a cup of orange-coloured beverage, intending on taking a sip when his ears perked – figuratively – at the mention of Hogsmeade and Anderson’s plan to sneak out of the castle tonight. Well, not him by himself, but he was actually extending invitations to everyone in his proximity. In Killian’s humble opinion, the plan was foolhardy. The Professors were hardly there just for show and surely there would be night watchers on duty in order to prevent something like this from happening. Even a democratic school like Ilvermorny had a curfew, let along Hogwarts. Such a relatively large group would be caught and the punishment for it might be severe. Was Anderson looking to get in trouble before classes even started? All this just to get Pollander his first snog – whatever that meant. Were they going to get his fellow Ravenclaw drunk? And here he thought American teenagers were as rowdy as one can get.
“Are they honestly going to sneak out in the dead of the night for a trip to the local pub? No one seem all that surprised. May I assume this is a regular occurrence?” Killian wondered aloud, low enough his words wouldn’t travel past Dalca but the incredulous tone was unmistakable. He paused, then eyed the older Ravenclaw. “Are you going to join their escapade?”
Location: Hogwarts Great Hall
Time: 8-9pm-ish
Interactions: Phyrun Dalca @asharasahara
Mentions: Keith Anderson @Aster, Oliver Pollander @professor pretzal, The Silver Trio (Belladonna Coben @thefan1, Sebastian Bluntmond @_707_, Valerius Rosier @Finalizer)
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