quiet in the library(rylen)[blitz]

rylen - others
For someone who was supposed to be one of his best friends (and really, she was,) Everleigh sure liked to make him do his own research instead of just letting him borrow her notes. Of course, it had been like that since first year, when Ever had all but outright stated she wasn't doing his work for him, which he didn't expect. Help was nice though, especially when it was something she understood and he didn't (usually due to his muggleborn status, though by now it didn't happen nearly as often. If he didn't get something these days, she generally didn't either.) Either way, Everleigh wouldn't lend him notes for the paper Professor Barnes had assigned which meant going to the library to do his own research. Joy. It could've been worse - at least Rylen was pretty good at defence against the dark arts. It wasn't potions. Neither him nor Everleigh were all that good at potions (Azriel was, but Azzy was only a fourth year, which didn't hep anything, at all.)

Slipping into the library, Rylen left his backpack at a table and headed off to find books. The text book would be an okay start, but they were fifth years; it would take more than the text book to write the entire two feet of parchment that Professor Barnes had assigned. Not that it was really a lot, Ry had come to realize; a foot of parchment was only about a page, which wasn't that much, even if he didn't really want to write a paper on the history of the patronus charm. It wasn't exactly the most interesting thing ever - but Professor Barnes had said it was better to get the boring papers out of the way, so they had more time for practical application. Or something like that. Ry'd only been half paying attention (not his fault DADA was first thing in the morning, when he was still waking up.)

(bit weird... and feels short, even though it's really not... but yeah. brain's still a bit all over the place,but ry was talking)

rylen - others
Wandering through the shelves, Rylen picked out a couple of books that may or may not be helpful. If he couldn't find enough for the paper, he'd just go pester Everleigh and complain she was going to let him fail. She'd give in eventually. Probably at least. If only to get him to shut up. It happened. Frankly, Ever's notes were generally better than his no matter what, and it wasn't like he was asking her to do his paper, just let him see her notes. He'd bug her about it before class or something tomorrow. Ugh, why were papers so boring? He realized writing a paper for defence against the dark arts had to be ten times more interesting than anything his muggle friends had to write, and for that fact alone he was glad he was attending Hogwarts and not a muggle high school, but still. It was boring, probably because it was school, a wizarding school or not.

Grabbing another book that seemed as thought it might be helpful (or at least vaguely interesting,) Rylen headed back to where he'd left his bag. He hoped this didn't take too long - whether he got enough to actually write the paper, or just realized he wasn't going to find anything. Either one was fine really. He just wanted out of the library; he wasn't Ever, who didn't mind the library, or Azzy, who could probably spend the entire day in the library if someone let him.

But those were thoughts for another time; Rylen set his books down, sat down in the chair, and let out a sigh. Why was there so much writing involved in school? It didn't help his eyes didn't particularly want to focus on anything at the moment, which just made trying to read more difficult. "Great," He mumbled, leaning forward on the table. Just one more thing to make the day more annoying. At least they didn't hurt, but he'd like to actually be able to read what he was trying to read, regardless of whether he wanted to read it.

rylen - others
Rylen rubbed at his eyes, blinking a few times, as if that would make them focus. It did on occasion, and it was a habit he'd likely never be able to break. Could be worse; at least it worked sometimes. He was pretty sure he'd have to see about glasses when he went home for winter break... if he went home. If Everleigh didn't go home for one reason or another, he was staying, if only to make sure she actually ate, because that was a recent occurrence, Everleigh not eating much. As if he wouldn't catch that. He really didn't want to know what went through his friends mind sometimes. All he knew was she needed to start eating more, because it couldn't be healthy.

Focus! Ry looked up hearing someone. "Hm?" Ah, Ever's house mate. "You know anything about the history of the patronus charm?" He still couldn't fathom why Professor Barnes wanted them to learn about the history; no one cared. And it was defence against the dark arts, not history of magic. At least he could understand it if it was history of magic, that was always boring. Or, to most people it was boring. It had it's moments, but was mostly boring. It was history - it was either awful or boring, unless you were Everleigh or a handful of people who actually liked the subject, and he wasn't one of them. But again, it could've been potions, which he wasn't good at, or arithmancy, which he's pretty sure he'd fall asleep during. Had, the one time Ever tried to explain her homework to him. At least DADA was interesting ninety percent of the time, even if writing papers for it sucked.

(this feels so short even though i know it's not that short x-x no one wants to talk much orz)

rylen - others
Blinking a few times, Ry almost let out a sigh when it became pretty clear his eyes weren't going to focus much; he gave it another ten minutes and he'd either have a headache from trying to stare at words when his eyes didn't want to, or they'd be fine. It was one or the other. Of course, knowing his luck, he'd have a headache and his eyes would focus on the words in front of him around the same time, probably about the same time he wanted to give up and go find Ever or just go back to his common room. It'd been five years, you'd think he would be used to this. And he was, mostly. It jut bugged him. Because timing was awful (though it had yet to happen during an exam, so that was good.)

Ry leaned his head on his hand, looking over at the Hufflepuff girl. Right, they were in the same year, weren't they? He was pretty sure she was on her house quidditch team, but honestly, Ry didn't pay attention to quidditch, like, ever. Wasn't his thing. Ever dragged him along to watch sometimes, and tiny Sunhwa from his house had done the same a few times, though she'd ditched him to sit with her friends to watch their Ravenclaw friend. Could be worse; at least quidditch was more interesting to watch than football or basketball... or any muggle sport, really.

He tilted his head a bit, but shrugged. "Sure." He said. "Normally I'd just get Everleigh to help me, but she's refusing to lend me her notes right now." And Azzy was a fourth year, which just screwed everything up sometimes. Only sometimes though. "I still don't get the point of this; I've never even seen a patronus in real life." Because Professor Barnes hadn't shown them yet. He got the idea, but he didn't actually know what it looked like.