| Details for From Prefect to Prefect |
| Summary: | Ria speaks to Warren about a concern she has for someone in his house. |
| Date: | October 24, 1937 |
| Location: | Gardens, Hogwarts |
| Related: | Lord of the Flies |
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Gardens Hogwarts
Wed Oct 24, 1937 ((Sun Oct 21 01:35:55 2012)) (H,5)
Sculpted box woods and grafted flowering trees border fountains and statuary, benches of a wide variety of shapes and sizes affording a person the opportunity to stop and appreciate the beauty here or a quiet moment from the courtyard. A riot of salvia and geraniums are visible from one angle, maroon begonias alongide tall and bright scarlet bee balm blaze from the southern corner. Black eyes susans, contrast with rising sunflowers, tightly-clustered heads of sunny marigold and goldenrod bob lazily in the breezes that blow from the west. Across from the sunflowers, a profusion of green in the form of hostas and ferns coupled with Canterbury bells and even a few pitcher plants twist in a wilder jungle of more loosely-controlled foliage. Deep blue foxgloves, creeping lobelia and Siberian iris serenely fill the northern corner. Seventh Year Herbology students tend the garden of their own House's colors, those who truly care for their duties obviously taking visible pride in the health of their flowers.
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Sometime around the beginning of the evening, Ria Sykes has gone on the prowl for a Warren, seeking his presences for something she wanted to discuss with her colleague. Her search began in the library where all Ravenclaws suckle on the teets of books for their nourishment and it eventually brought her around to the gardens. With slight disdain, she pulls cloak's hood over her hair to protect it from the drizzle and does her best umbrella charm until she reaches the area. "You," she says to a random loitering second-year, "Have you seen the Ravenclaw prefect? Not the blue-haired one. The other one."
Although Warren isn't technically old enough to be taking care of the gardens, that doesn't stop him from hanging around there and doing it anyway. He's not the best at gardening, but he is passable, and occasionally useful things fall out of plants. At the moment, though, he's being a typical, bookish Ravenclaw. He's found an isolated bench to park at, and seems to be flipping through a potions book. Ria's target can point her in the general direction, and he's not too hard to miss once she gets going along the path.
Ria does indeed follow the second-year's directions and walks down the path with the crunch of her oxfords giving away her approaching presence. Oh how typical indeed. He may as well have been in the library. The Slytherin pulls her hood back a little so that her face is clearly seen. There will be no scaring of fellow prefects, not this evening. "Ah Warren, there you are. I've been looking for you," she gives a casual greeting and asks, "There something I wanted to bring up with you, if you have a moment. May I sit?" She gestures to an empty spot on the bench next to him.
"Hello." A page is marked in the book, the tome shut after. There are quite a few black lines drawn over the text, should she catch a glimpse of the contents before it's shut. When he does turn his head up to peer at his visitor a smile is quick to form, a motion of hand made to the seat beside him for his fellow prefect. "Of course! What can I help you with?"
Ria gratefully nods and begins to take her seat until she pauses suddenly, runs a finger over the seat to inspect its wetness and frowns a bit. No matter, a quick wave of her wand dries it and that's when she finally settles herself down. "Yes, where to begin. First I heard of the wireless you house is working on. Wonderful idea with that," she nods with a business like congratulations, "But I'm actually here to talk to you about a girl in your house. Gabrielle Evans, you're familiar with her I hope."
"Oh, thank you. It actually wasn't mine, but the credit ended up with me. It's funny how that works." The book is set aside, the boy's hands dusting together before he turns to face Ria. "Ah, yes, I'm familiar with her." A quick bob of his head, and he asks, "Did she offend you? She's very sulky. All day, sulking back and forth. She's not much fun, to be honest."
"Oh? Whose idea was it?" Ria's brows raise with interest and she straightens her skirt and makes sure there's no unflattering bunching going on with her clothes. Expect her to be concerned over such a thing at all times. "No, she didn't offend. Well she may have a little, but it's nothing to serious." The snake tries to keep her nose from scrunching at the memory of her black eye not too long ago. "But that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about - her sulking. Has she always been that way? And if so, has she been more so as of late? I wonder if anything may have happened to her recently that may be putting her on the edge more so than usual."
"Gareth and Gabriel, a first year, brought it up. I just went and made sure it happened. Credit where credit is due." Warren nods again, fingers drumming against the book's cover. "Well, she's always been like that, for the most part. She was having a hard time with those two I mentioned over something, but I think they worked it out." His lips quirk into a bemused smile, the boy murmuring, "Is there a reason you're concerned?"
Ria's eyes narrow at the information as if she's mulling something over her head. "Oh they worked it out then?" she runs a finger over her bottom lip, still full of thought. "Yes, there is. A little over a week ago I noticed something strange on her right wrist. I felt piece of material under her sleeve. As if Gabrielle were wearing a another layer under it. My instinct wants to say it was a bandage, but I'm merely going off of speculation here." The concern on her face is apparent. "She refused to tell me what it was when I asked her and begged me to say nothing more to anyone. I'm considered talking to Professor Mopsus, but I decided to approach you first since you're her prefect and I wouldn't want to make a big deal if it turns out to be nothing. Seeing as I'm a prefect too, erm…I'm suspended from it right now but…I know I'd appreciate if someone told me about something like this with one of my housemates."
Warren's lips purse, another few raps of fingers made against the book. "Hmm. I haven't noticed it, but that sounds like something I should look into." Another nod. "Thank you for telling me, I'll make sure she's okay. It's nice of you to take concern for students that aren't in your own house." There's another amiable smile and he adds, "It's good of you, even thought you're suspended. What happened with that, anyway?" He and Ria are seated on a bench, chattering about prefectly things.
Continued in Lord of the Flies