Post by Rister Graas S6 on Oct 30, 2018 13:46:16 GMT -5
Rister was a good student. He wasn’t the top of his class, except maybe in Transfiguration that he did have a knack for, but he was sat comfortably in the top quarter in all of his other subjects. All the Graas children did actually, for all that some people might be surprised to learn that considering how often they (especially the Graas brothers) appear to be in detention or having dune. But they all made sure they put in the time and work to maintain their grades – except Leandra, who wasn’t at the top of her classes because she couldn’t be bothered to put in any effort and spent most of her time studying everything else that took her fancy. It was largely because while Kris and Cleo were pretty relaxed about general trouble and chaos their kids could did cause – as long as they didn’t get hurt, didn’t hurt anyone else, and didn’t burn anything down (as by the time these rules were instated it was already too late to add one demanding that they not flood anything) – and barely batted an eye over a detention, they were so lenient on the condition that their kids kept their marks up. And that was a fair enough trade really.
Today that meant that Rister had stepped out of the Slytherin common room, where people would inevitable try to speak with him or something distracting would be going on, to finish off some of his upcoming coursework in the calm of the kitchen. Well, calm was perhaps a relative term here. But Rister could block out the general whirl or activity in the kitchens and just focus on his work. And – having also had his dinner down here – enjoy a steady supply of hot tea. His throat was scratchy in the way that usually signalled a light cold, so Rister was hoping he had caught it early enough that pouring down sufficient amount of tea down his throat would be enough to keep him from getting sick. He absolutely abhorred the taste of Pepper-Up potion. It was always a question for him as to whether it was worth just being sick or trying to force the potion down his throat. Occasionally just being sick was the preferred option.
Rister had managed to finish off his essays for Herbology (for all that he tended to use the patch of earth they were expected to maintain just to grow some herbs and spices for cooking rather than more elaborate wizarding plants, but the herbs flourished and really it was a question of what he would have use for and what not – and thus his essay was also half-way a recipe as that’s what the herbs would be used for) and Transfiguration (although that wasn’t going to be due for another two and a half weeks, but Rister knew the topic and had previously read two somewhat obscure but actually quite interesting reference books about it, so he figured he might as well write it already. Even if it would annoy Lita to no end). And he was almost finished with the Charms essay for next week as well – Rister was just noting down the last citation when the kitchen door opened. Half-expecting to see one of his siblings rounding the corner to the seats, Rister glanced up only to be mildly surprised to see Merry instead. A coincidence then. He didn’t think Merry would have gone to any of Rister’s siblings to ask after his whereabouts. Lita? Perhaps, but also unlikely Merry would have gone to her at the moment. And they needed to talk – in a somewhat calmer fashion probably than what had been Ashlyn’s rant at Merry that Leandra had given him an impassionate improvisation of in a very dramatic fashion. But that didn’t mean Rister had to make it easy. Merry had put her foot into it with Pip and that was on her. Besides he was kind of curious as to what she would do now. Turn tail and flee? There would be no point in even talking with her about Pip in that case, although Rister didn’t really think that was in her nature. So perhaps the more accurate question was whether Merry would actually dare to approach him or whether she would hide away in a seat as far as possible.
So Rister merely inclined his head in a mild acknowledgement and turned back to his essay. That needed to be finished as well after all, even if it would just take him a couple of minutes to pull it all together in a conclusion. Feeling another coughing bout ongoing, he sharply twisted his head to the side as he coughed, managing a grateful nod to the house-elf who materialised at his elbow with a new mug of hot tea with some blackcurrant jam in it, because Rister preferred that to honey and lemon. Well, he liked lemon, but he wasn’t fond of honey in tea. Clearing his throat as he wrapped a palm around the warm mug, Rister took a cautious sip and when that didn’t bring on another fit immediately two more, before picking up his quill again to actually get started on the conclusion now. He’d look at what Merry was up to after finishing that and then after that he had only the History of Magic essay for next week left. But at least that would be quick enough to write as Rister knew enough of wizarding politics to be able to cover the topic easily enough without having to go searching for more information.
Today that meant that Rister had stepped out of the Slytherin common room, where people would inevitable try to speak with him or something distracting would be going on, to finish off some of his upcoming coursework in the calm of the kitchen. Well, calm was perhaps a relative term here. But Rister could block out the general whirl or activity in the kitchens and just focus on his work. And – having also had his dinner down here – enjoy a steady supply of hot tea. His throat was scratchy in the way that usually signalled a light cold, so Rister was hoping he had caught it early enough that pouring down sufficient amount of tea down his throat would be enough to keep him from getting sick. He absolutely abhorred the taste of Pepper-Up potion. It was always a question for him as to whether it was worth just being sick or trying to force the potion down his throat. Occasionally just being sick was the preferred option.
Rister had managed to finish off his essays for Herbology (for all that he tended to use the patch of earth they were expected to maintain just to grow some herbs and spices for cooking rather than more elaborate wizarding plants, but the herbs flourished and really it was a question of what he would have use for and what not – and thus his essay was also half-way a recipe as that’s what the herbs would be used for) and Transfiguration (although that wasn’t going to be due for another two and a half weeks, but Rister knew the topic and had previously read two somewhat obscure but actually quite interesting reference books about it, so he figured he might as well write it already. Even if it would annoy Lita to no end). And he was almost finished with the Charms essay for next week as well – Rister was just noting down the last citation when the kitchen door opened. Half-expecting to see one of his siblings rounding the corner to the seats, Rister glanced up only to be mildly surprised to see Merry instead. A coincidence then. He didn’t think Merry would have gone to any of Rister’s siblings to ask after his whereabouts. Lita? Perhaps, but also unlikely Merry would have gone to her at the moment. And they needed to talk – in a somewhat calmer fashion probably than what had been Ashlyn’s rant at Merry that Leandra had given him an impassionate improvisation of in a very dramatic fashion. But that didn’t mean Rister had to make it easy. Merry had put her foot into it with Pip and that was on her. Besides he was kind of curious as to what she would do now. Turn tail and flee? There would be no point in even talking with her about Pip in that case, although Rister didn’t really think that was in her nature. So perhaps the more accurate question was whether Merry would actually dare to approach him or whether she would hide away in a seat as far as possible.
So Rister merely inclined his head in a mild acknowledgement and turned back to his essay. That needed to be finished as well after all, even if it would just take him a couple of minutes to pull it all together in a conclusion. Feeling another coughing bout ongoing, he sharply twisted his head to the side as he coughed, managing a grateful nod to the house-elf who materialised at his elbow with a new mug of hot tea with some blackcurrant jam in it, because Rister preferred that to honey and lemon. Well, he liked lemon, but he wasn’t fond of honey in tea. Clearing his throat as he wrapped a palm around the warm mug, Rister took a cautious sip and when that didn’t bring on another fit immediately two more, before picking up his quill again to actually get started on the conclusion now. He’d look at what Merry was up to after finishing that and then after that he had only the History of Magic essay for next week left. But at least that would be quick enough to write as Rister knew enough of wizarding politics to be able to cover the topic easily enough without having to go searching for more information.