Post by Rister Graas S6 on Oct 21, 2008 10:56:09 GMT -5
Rister turned his wrist and glanced at the watch there. He needed to get a new wand and he had to be ready for that at exactly 4 PM. He would probably have to add some 10-15 minutes to the time it would take him to walk to Hogsmeade to apparate from there. His broken leg had been fixed by Damon’s Skele-Gro well enough. But it was still slightly sore and would be for a few more days. It didn’t entirely bother him, per see, but the length of his stride would be shorter and most likely slower as well. But if he took that into consideration, he’d have to get going about now. Tapping his quill dry, Rister blew lightly to the half-finished essay before tossing that and his books on his bed. He was already dressed appropriately – black slacks and his favourite dark forest-green shirt, so there wasn’t much else to prepare. He simply tied his hair back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck with a black ribbon, slipped on a pair of shoes and his dragon-scale jacket. Making sure he had some money, Rister only then fished out the silver chain from around his neck. The charmed chain sizzled at his touch, but disappeared for long enough for him to slip his heir’s signet ring on his finger. The skilfully engraved emerald, held by four silver fangs, glinted on his finger as Rister threw one final glance around the room before slipping out.
“Rister, I was wondering if you have a minute. I’d like to go over a transfiguration project with you,” a seventh year girl stated upon the sight of Rister. It was widely known that he excelled in Transfiguration without even trying to. It was a constant source of distress to Ravenclaws and more studies ambitious Slytherins that he could master transfiguration spells at first try without any long preparations. It just came naturally to him. Transfigurating things into being something else. Adapting something into an environment. It was just a slightly different form of a the job of a head of a family-tree. Rister could have probably passed Transfiguration NEWTS without a single mistake somewhere between his 4th and 5th year. “My apologies, Melissa, but I have a meeting to get to,” Rister responded with an incline of her head and as the girl nodded he crossed the common room to step out. Slytherins were a too suspicious sort to ever question more. Going through the hallways was no hard task either. He was high enough in rank for Slytherins to nod in greeting and let him pass and an old enough Slytherin for other houses to step away. Not that he saw many students from other houses down in the dungeons that were the non-official – and official too really, as their common room was there – area of Slytherins, the malicious snakes of Hogwarts.
There weren’t many students outside either. Rister could see a couple of students on their way towards the Greenhouses and Jared was seated under a thick oak with his guitar, but the relatively strong wind and overcast sky scared most people indoors. Rister glanced towards the sky himself as well, trying to assess his chances of getting to his location with dry skin. Well, it might go either way. At least his jacket would keep the wind away. Shrugging a shoulder absently, he walked down the couple of steps at the Hogwarts door and started off towards Hogsmeade. He fell into the loose-kneed lope of the wolf, a clear mark of a regular forest-romper, almost instinctively. He’d take a bit longer than usual to reach the edge of Hogwarts grounds, but he would still keep up a good pace. He hadn’t gotten far yet, though, when he heard someone calling his name. Turning his head, Rister glanced Merry and stopped to wait for the girl. They hadn’t really spoken since the night when she discovered Morgana was a werewolf. And then there had been the kiss and the poster in the Daily Prophet. Rister felt the urge to laugh out loud again as he recalled the poster. Well, they had looked good together. Or perhaps she simply wanted her book back. Either way, Rister would have to keep moving so he barely waited for Merry to reach him, before he already turned to start walking again, throwing over his shoulder: “I’m off to get a new wand and on a bit of schedule. If you want your book back, I have finished it. You have to wait until I get back or hunt down Lita or one of my siblings to get it now. If there was anything you wanted to talk to me about - or ask -, you’ll have to come along.”
“Rister, I was wondering if you have a minute. I’d like to go over a transfiguration project with you,” a seventh year girl stated upon the sight of Rister. It was widely known that he excelled in Transfiguration without even trying to. It was a constant source of distress to Ravenclaws and more studies ambitious Slytherins that he could master transfiguration spells at first try without any long preparations. It just came naturally to him. Transfigurating things into being something else. Adapting something into an environment. It was just a slightly different form of a the job of a head of a family-tree. Rister could have probably passed Transfiguration NEWTS without a single mistake somewhere between his 4th and 5th year. “My apologies, Melissa, but I have a meeting to get to,” Rister responded with an incline of her head and as the girl nodded he crossed the common room to step out. Slytherins were a too suspicious sort to ever question more. Going through the hallways was no hard task either. He was high enough in rank for Slytherins to nod in greeting and let him pass and an old enough Slytherin for other houses to step away. Not that he saw many students from other houses down in the dungeons that were the non-official – and official too really, as their common room was there – area of Slytherins, the malicious snakes of Hogwarts.
There weren’t many students outside either. Rister could see a couple of students on their way towards the Greenhouses and Jared was seated under a thick oak with his guitar, but the relatively strong wind and overcast sky scared most people indoors. Rister glanced towards the sky himself as well, trying to assess his chances of getting to his location with dry skin. Well, it might go either way. At least his jacket would keep the wind away. Shrugging a shoulder absently, he walked down the couple of steps at the Hogwarts door and started off towards Hogsmeade. He fell into the loose-kneed lope of the wolf, a clear mark of a regular forest-romper, almost instinctively. He’d take a bit longer than usual to reach the edge of Hogwarts grounds, but he would still keep up a good pace. He hadn’t gotten far yet, though, when he heard someone calling his name. Turning his head, Rister glanced Merry and stopped to wait for the girl. They hadn’t really spoken since the night when she discovered Morgana was a werewolf. And then there had been the kiss and the poster in the Daily Prophet. Rister felt the urge to laugh out loud again as he recalled the poster. Well, they had looked good together. Or perhaps she simply wanted her book back. Either way, Rister would have to keep moving so he barely waited for Merry to reach him, before he already turned to start walking again, throwing over his shoulder: “I’m off to get a new wand and on a bit of schedule. If you want your book back, I have finished it. You have to wait until I get back or hunt down Lita or one of my siblings to get it now. If there was anything you wanted to talk to me about - or ask -, you’ll have to come along.”