A trace of what seemed like a smile started to play on Alaric's lips. So Mr. Loony's actually pretty entertaining, he thought again, albeit much less snidely than before. Who would've thought? "Thanks," he replied rather wryly, "That's nice, I guess..."
The boy trailed off in the middle of his sentence as he noticed a rather peculiar look starting to form on Nathaniel's face. A look he knew all too well by this point, actually... "Oh by Merlin's beard, here we go again," Alaric groaned to no one in particular. The boy suddenly got the odd urge to bash his head against the wall in sheer frustration. This's getting godamned ridiculous, he thought irritably as he watched Nathaniel leave the compartment. Then he fell silent for a moment, pondering.
"They can't all be mudblood supporters, right?" he muttered to himself, frowning, "No, no... they can't all be that daft." If the people with even a shred of sense left in their brains weren't going to come to him, he'd just have to find them, then. Alaric would normally be... uncomfortable with the idea of barging into compartments like Nathaniel had earlier, but he needed to find them before he was convinced all the people here were idiots. Alaric got up and made his way to the aisle, eyeing the people in each compartment.
...Then he noticed the Slytherins enter through the door.
Alaric's frown deepened as he watched them tell the first years in the first two compartments to just "move along". What a jerk, he thought disdainfully, You're not supposed to make such a ruckus then just... shove people out of their seats. The boy stood there and stared for a moment, wondering what he should do.
So, of course, he did what he always did when he was stuck. What would Archie want me to do? he asked himself. ...He'd definitely want me to help. Unless they were mudbloods. But there wasn't any time for doubt right now (or so he told himself), so he made a mental note to check. Later.
The boy gave the Slytherins a rather disapproving look. "She's right," the boy said, "Now bugger off before I... make you bugger off." As the words left his mouth, however, the boy started to feel a little doubtful. He hadn't asked any of them for their blood statuses, had he?
But if he was saying this to a pureblood...
Alaric suddenly felt a little queasy.
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Oh my god yes. Yes.
I'm on board for this one. :D
I'd be interested in the third one, definitely.
Um... Eyeris, I'm sort of frozen too. :p
The table looks pretty good overall... but it's Alaric, not Alric. xD And I thought Nathaniel was a NPC...?
The whole situation still did feel rather iffy to Alaric, but he did have to admit he was rather curious about the cards the boy held in his hands. (It couldn't hurt to be curious just once or twice, right?)
He raised an eyebrow as the other boy turned over the first card, leaning forwards a little to get a clear view. "...Strong leadership or marrying someone rich," the boy responded rather flatly (although his tone was starting to border on sounding just a little incredulous). After a moment of silence, he continued (although it was more muttering to himself than actually directed towards the other boy). "The second one, definitely. I'm sorry, brother, but you were never much of a leader."
Alaric shook his head as the boy turned over the second card. "New beginnings... school, yes. Of course," he continued to mumble (mostly) to himself, "Don't wait too long to say yes...?" Alaric trailed off mid sentence, sounding like he was lost in his own thoughts for a moment.
Then he snapped back to attention as the blue haired boy flipped over the next card. And started to look slightly perplexed as he watched him... talk to the cards? Someone's a little loony, he couldn't help but think somewhat snidely, These people sure are weird , aren't they?
Although the last two cards did seem a little... concerning, if anything. (Even though Alaric was fairly confident these sort of things were just superstition, the fact that someone was telling him people were going to be backstabbing him wasn't particularly reassuring.) And shrewdness towards his goals... what goals? As far as he was concerned, he didn't have anything particularly big planned for himself right now.
...Now that he thought about it, actually, what kind of goals would need hiding in the first place, anyway? (Alaric actually considered voicing all these questions for a moment, but then he remembered questions always dug him into trouble. Trouble and nothing else. So he just tried to shove them to the back of his mind.)
"...So Nathaniel, is this what you usually do?" Alaric mused out loud, eyeing the other boy, "Just barge into places and ask people if they want to 'have their cards read'?" That did seem rather... odd to Alaric, but to be fair, his brother did warn him these people did tend to be unusual, to say the least. So he supposed this wasn't too out of line, considering.
A growing part of Alaric was starting to nag him to check if the other boy was a mudblood or not before just casually striking up a conversation like this, but it wasn't like he was going to stay here for too long or anything, right? ...Then again, he'd been sitting around him for a while now. A little too long, actually.
After a moment or two of shuffling awkwardly in his seat, the boy decided he couldn't hold the question in anymore. "You're not a mudblood, are you?" he blurted out, words jumbling a little as they left his mouth.
I'm going to start working on a form for fire, so can you reserve that for me? c:
EDIT: Actually nevermind, could I reserve lightning instead?
Alaric narrowed his eyes as the older boy took a seat beside him. Who did he think he was, invading his privacy like this? He'd wanted to be alone (okay fine, a few purebloods to keep him company would've been nice, but still).
And that blue hair did look... odd. Alaric inwardly wondered if he'd dyed it.
The boy considered the tarot card offer for a moment. Although he obviously didn't want to run the risk of talking to a mudblood (and the concept of tarot cards seemed rather ridiculous to him), there happened to be an impulsive sort of stupidity lingering inside him. (Probably a side effect from staying in his brother's company for prolonged periods of time.)
"Alright," he eventually replied (albeit rather warily), "But make it quick."
This was turning out to be a rather odd day for Alaric Keto, and the boy wasn't a fan of it.
Sure, he was excited for Hogwarts and all, but... something seemed off about this place. The first person Alaric had talked to, as he found out, was a mudblood. And the second was a half blood. And so was the third. And the fourth. And, as he found out soon enough, an alarmingly large portion of the witches and wizards there were either mudbloods or half bloods. Wasn't Hogwarts supposed to be a more respectable school? (Maybe Durmstrang would've been better. Actually, now that he thought about it, Durmstrang definitely would've been better by tenfold.)
...There was definitely something off about this place, though. Alaric rubbed his sore cheek, which was starting to blossom into a particularly bright shade of red. (Someone had evidently got angry when he'd asked them if they were a mudblood.) Ridiculous, he thought rather indignantly, Those filthy mudbloods won't even admit they're mudbloods. How was I supposed to know they'd get offended for no reason?
The boy grumbled a little as he boarded the train, eyeing the other passengers rather suspiciously. (He'd definitely have to keep a close eye out if he wanted to avoid the mudbloods, alright.)
Alaric gave his parents a half hearted wave as the train pulled out from the station, pressing his face against the window. The boy almost expected to see his brother there, actually, maybe grinning goofily and waving to him, flapping his arm around like an idiot. Too bad he... isn't here, he thought rather wistfully, Archie loves crowds. They're "lots of fun", or so he says. He didn't receive many letters from his brother anymore - his work kept him quite busy, as he knew - but Alaric couldn't help but feel a little pang of nostalgia as he watched the other first years' siblings say their goodbyes.
And now he was just seated on the train, he guessed, back straight and a slightly awkward frown on his face. Alaric leaned back onto the seat like it would provide some sort of protection from all the filth around him, face more than a little pale. This was, obviously, going to go just great.
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