Silent Days, Starry Nights {O P E N}

[MAGNUS VON BLITZKRIEG]

To put it in the fewest words possible, Magnus was rather irritated this morning. He licked the pad of his thumb, slicking back a stray strand of hair that had worked itself loose when he ran to classes that morning. The alarm clock had refused to go off at the right time, so he was stuck being late, coming to class only half groomed. His hair was the spiting image of perfection, but the rest of him was sub par in his eyes. His uniform had a few creases in them from where he had folded them last night and the collar was crooked.

But classes were over now; he had lived through that mortification at least. With a sigh, books clutched in hand, the heels of his boots tapped down the hall. He needed to go get his mail… But that would involve going to the Great Hall, where people may have been… He could slip in and out unnoticed, but that darned family own of his always came sort of late. So with a sigh, he entered the towering room with little more than an air of feigned politeness.

Not too many people were there that morning. Good; he’d get some time to himself. Readjusting his collar with one hand, books clutched in the other, he walked down the row to his seat. The owl must be here soon… Soon…

As he fumbled with his collar, he didn’t notice that he was about to walk straight into another person. It was too late by the time he did.

[MIKHAIL USENKO]

Gaspard was vaguely aware that he was being stupid, but that didn't meant that he could simply stop himself. He was grumpy. More then a little bit grumpy, actually. It turns out that one of his housemates was not particularly fond of squibs, and it had not turned out well. He hadn't even been at school a full month and he'd already been marked as the weird kid who happened to like squibs. Inevitably he'd simply buried himself in the safety of his cellphone, texting rapidly to the few people he knew from home. There was some safety in something as simply as texting, but he couldn't simply stay locked in his room forever.

Oh no, he had to go get the package from home, which meant waiting for the giant old barn owl to show up. He had been waiting just under five minutes when someone ran into him, knocking him right to the ground. When he glanced up, he took a moment to be thankful that he wasn't the sort of person who would yell and take offense, because the student who'd just run into him was... well, significantly larger then him. Not only did appear to be both older and taller, the other student was significantly more bulky then him. While Mikhail was no frail child, he had never been able to actually put on much muscle mass, and was entirely confident that the boy above him could snap him like a twig.

Time for some light grovelling, then. "O-oh! Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention." He responded, pushing himself back to his feet and dusting himself up. Great, now his robes were dusty. Even so, he forced the frown away, smiling up at the other student. "Really sorry about that." God, he seemed even bigger now that Mikhail was on his feet.