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Post by Zander Keahi on Mar 21, 2023 10:35:50 GMT -8
The corridors of this school are long and somehow always seemed to stretch out before you as you walked, like some sort of bizarre optical illusion always pushing your destination further and further away, never getting closer.
Zander checked every single door number as he passed, each step bringing him closer to the room he was searching for. Maybe he was just intended to miss this classes because at this point he wasn’t even sure if he was on the right floor anymore. Zander’s parents had moved him around so much he was tired of learning the layouts of a new school. Should he even bother? Would he make it to graduation here?
Zander sighed, pausing to look around again, and then continuing at his leisurely pace. He comes to a sudden halt. Here it is, 3C. With his head cast downward he pushes it open. Empty. No one else is here yet? He steps into the room and takes a front row seat on the window side. He let his bag hit the floor and takes out out a small notebook for notetaking. He looks around at the still, quiet space and the thought hits him- what if he’s not early, what if he missed it all together? Zander throws his head back and groans. He pushes himself back, balancing on the back two legs of the chair and stares with an annoyed expression at the dark ceiling.
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Niamh Cara O'Shea
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Mar 21, 2023 17:46:23 GMT -8
Niamh’s frame cast a small shadow as she fluttered down the crowded corridors, classes just being let out and all. Her wide, deep-set greenish brown eyes scattered around as tall classmates moved their way past her. She had spent all summer either in the cozy abode of her cramped cottage or in the open, green grassy fields of her mother country, Ireland. Niamh was confronted with culture shock at Hogwarts, though every year it were getting better.
She had a small, modest brown bag at her waist. All the contents inside fit for an after-class studying session. Niamh scanned the doors for the classroom that had usually been free at this hour. It had taken her years to find the best spots in the castle for studying and practicing spells.
Niamh found the door and quickly hurried in from the crowded corridor. Ahhh yes, the smell of worn books and antique wood. She went to place her bag on a desk when the sight of an unfamiliar classmate almost made her trip. “Ah, I’m sahrry to intrude, if I am…” Her Irish accent thick and sweet. She peered up curiously to the boy, deciding to step further in. "My name is Niamh...oh uh, Neeve. I don't tink I've seen you in class." She wasn't used to many getting to pronunciation right, deciding to offer it before they asked.
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Post by Zander Keahi on Mar 21, 2023 23:31:40 GMT -8
Zander is surprised when his moment of quiet is broken by another student. He lets the legs of his chair fall back onto all fours with a loud clatter of wood against stone. “Shit, sorry.” He says and then cringes at himself for swearing. The girl had quite the Irish accent, it wasn’t anything he was used to hearing. Maybe he was on time for class after all. Ok, this day could be saved yet. “Niamh” Zander repeats slowly and clearly, “Pretty Name...” He smiles a wide, genuine grin. “Which class are you here for, Niamh?” He asks, a little bt of hope edging its way in. He also was kind of looking forward to hearing her talk again.
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Mar 22, 2023 18:36:59 GMT -8
Niamh laughed as the boy let his chair snap back onto all fours and cussed. Sailors were a dime a dozen back home, as were curse words. Though his accent seemed, American? She couldn’t be sure. She smiled curiously as him as he told her she had a pretty name. That wasn’t the typical reaction she usually received, blank stares and somewhat baffled expressions. Her name had come from a long line of Niamh’s, and seeing as she was the only girl among four brothers, it had been assigned since before birth. “Tank you. uhm....?” She said softly, almost shy. Niamh was curious to know his name, was it something atypical as hers? Her mind whirled with questions, the usual.
She chuckled softly, moving to sit next to him, “Class? Jist ended about ten minutes ago.” Niamh knew too well, usually the first to enter and last to leave class. “Av a long night or something?” She asked curiously, genuinely wondering why he might have missed class. Niamh looked up to him examining his face.
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Post by Zander Keahi on Mar 23, 2023 18:35:25 GMT -8
Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself he filled in the blank for Niamh. “Sorry about that…” He stands and gestures to himself, “Zander Kāne Keahi.” He says, “Although, If it had been up to my grandmother, I would have been Kahikilani Makana Kāne Keahi.” He laughs a little, “Quite the mouthful that would’a been.” He says. He definitely understood the value of heritage and family history within a name.
In his native home, the Hawaiian cultural process behind naming can be an interesting and unique process… could be was the key statement. Zander’s parents had without doubt intended to branch off more and go less traditional. Upon hearing that he had in fact missed class he lets out a long groan. “Ya’ know, I kind of figured that.” He says after letting it sink in a moment. “I’m a transfer here. Still getting used to it all I ‘spose.” He shrugs. “What did I miss in class?” He asks her. Maybe a little summary of the class would get him through to the next one that he’d actually be on time for.
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Mar 26, 2023 19:46:18 GMT -8
“Zander Kāne Keahi.” She repeated slowly, giggling. “Pardon me, it’s a beautiful name…” Niamh stopped herself, a red blanket on her cheeks. “Just murder to pronounce wi' me accent.” She moved the brown bag from her waist to the desk, pulling out a stack of parchment and a quill. “Zander,” She repeated again, more slowly this time. Her brown eyelashes bat toward him. “I agree, it would have been.” She laughed, not daring to attempt his grandmother’s preference. “...Where ye from?” Niahm asked bluntly, hoping not to intrude. “I’m from Ireland.” She smiled, “Well, obviously, 'eh?”
Niamh laughed, shrugging, “Not too much.” Thinking back to DATDA class. “Just a bunch of interesting facts aboyt vampires. Oi like Professor Ghica, he seems fair.” She gazed toward him, “What are your favorite classes?” Niamh asked, securing a quill. Her dream to become a journalist may have been lofty, but the attempt couldn’t hurt.
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Post by Zander Keahi on Mar 27, 2023 20:32:49 GMT -8
Niamh seemed nice. The blush that fills her fair skin makes Zander smile. "Mahalo. You did just fine with pronouncing." He chuckles. In fact he kind of wanted to hear her say his name again. It had to be the first time he'd heard it spoken in such an Irish accent by such a cute girl. "I'm from South Maui." He answers her, "Er, Hawaii. Born and raised... for the most part." He shrugs, "My parents work for the Magical Congress of the United States." He says, "We travel a lot now." He doesn't mean to, but it comes out a little sullen. I guess moving to fourteen different regions since Zander started school had that effect on him.
He appreciated the information referring to the class, mostly that the professor seemed cool. Other than that, it sounded like he didn't miss too interesting of a class. That was a little reassuring. "I guess I still run on Hawaiian time." He jokes and ruffles his dark hair. Often when he revealed his Hawaiian roots people wondered why his accent as so minimal. The answer was boring. His parents really wanted for him to live a more modern life... not one tied to all the traditions they'd grown up with. They made sure he had the best English tutors around before he began his Wizarding career at Ilvermorny. Zander was grateful for everything his grandmother taught him that his parents didn't.
"Favorite classes… well, I have always had an affinity for herbology, thanks to my Gran... But I'd really like to pursue magizoology.” He leans back in his chair again, comfortable and casual. Magical creatures are fascinating. He has always loved learning about them, but even more so working with them. Whenever the opportunity presented itself. He'd hoped Hogwarts would have a class to offerer in that subject area. “What about you, Niamh? Any classes around here that I should be looking forward to in particular?”
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Mar 31, 2023 22:37:02 GMT -8
“Mahalo,” She greeted back, attempting to push the blush from her face. Niamh wasn’t used to meeting many people outside her country or house. She usually stuck to what she knew outside of reading books and acquiring magical knowledge. Her comfort zone was secured. Though, Niamh’s readings had lead her to wonder about other people and places. “Ahhh, Hawaii. So we’re both island people, den?” She paused, “Though I’m sure Hawaii is much warmer than Ireland. Rains ‘alf the time there,” Niamh laughed, her monotone Irish accent twirling into a giggle. “The Magical Congress of the US?” She thought, “That sounds like a lot av pressure. I’m sure traveling takes something from you. Will you be staying at Hogwarts for a while, do you know?” Niamh asked, maybe a little too eagerly. She looked down at her paper. “I’ve only ever been between Ireland an’ England.” She said quietly, “What’s been yer favorite landing spot so far?” Her mind was full of questions.
She nodded, “Herbology is quite useful, especially if you want to excel at potions. Oi wish oi 'ad a green thumb.” Niamh said, thinking to the row of dead plants in her windowsill. “Hmmm, Charms!” She announced, happy to be talking of class. “I ‘aven’t met the Professor yet, but I suspect it will be a fulfilling class. Where else could you learn how to produce a slug-vomiting charm, for absolutely no discernible reason?” Niamh laughed, looking over to gaze at Zander.
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Post by Zander Keahi on Apr 2, 2023 6:24:41 GMT -8
Hearing her repeat ‘Mahalo’ with such an apparent Irish accent makes him smile. It was kind of a sweet gesture, using his form of hello. Felt like having a sliver of home. Tries to picture Ireland and the rain. And Niamh. He smiles politely and nods. He tries to look at every situation as a chance for new experiences. Always keeping an open mind and positive outlook-- but she wasn’t wrong. The travel has been more than he’d like to admit.
“The travel is…” He can’t think of a word to appropriately fit the end of the sentence, so he shrugs. “I hope to be at Hogwarts until I graduate next year. That’s the goal.” For now. Who knows what would happen between then and now. “Charms, that could be fun… Now that you mention it, I bet the perfect opportunity for you to use that exact charm will come up this year.” Zander laughs at the absurdity of such a charm.
He looks at Niamh and sets his chair straight again, leaning on the desk. "Have you heard of that dance they're holding soon?" He asks, "If you're free that night, I could use someone to help show me around." He tosses a wink her way. It was the best way he could think of wording asking her to the dance without being too direct just incase she already had a date. He didn't know many other students at all or have any clue what the dynamic here was like, and Niamh seemed nice. He felt lucky to have run into her.
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Niamh Cara O'Shea
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Apr 2, 2023 21:03:26 GMT -8
Niamh watched the curl of his lip as he smiled. He seemed like such a warm, salt-of-the-Earth kind of boy. It reminded her of the boys back home. Admittedly, the boys weren’t as warm toward Niamh at Hogwarts. Perhaps it was because she was connected to Oliver, who was gruff and protective in his own right. She wondered briefly if Oliver would like Zander. Niamh thought he might, they were both jovial people.
She grinned earnestly as he mentioned being here until he graduated. That would be nice. Niamh could see them being friends, their energies seemed compatible enough. Her eyebrow raised when he suggested an event for her to use her charm.
Her body froze when he looked at her directly. Niamh wasn’t used to the undivided attention on her. She had a light voice and small frame, usually overlooked. “Uhm..” Niamh mumbled, smiling, and trying to get it together. “Yes, oi’d love to go with you!” She stammered. A blush crossed her face. “If that’s what yer askin',” Niamh laughed. "We can meet up in the foyer of the Great Hall?" She suggested eagerly. Her dress was hanging in her closet, waiting to show him. She gazed at him, tall and handsome. His dark hair was gorgeous. Did he think she was pretty? Niamh thought to her school notes, hoping to distract her mind.
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Post by Zander Keahi on Apr 5, 2023 10:30:36 GMT -8
Zander smiled kindly, she seemed a little stiff, a little nervous. He wasn't used to girls being nervous around him. The idea almost seemed silly. Back home he was never one of the popular kids, the kind that made you nervous. He was that kid who didn't really fit into a group because he was friends with everyone. He'd never had girls fawn over him or well, he'd never had any kind of relationship like that before. He tries to make it seems as casual as possible, with no pressure, "That is what I'm asking." He assures happily.
"I'd love to go with you," He continues, "We can spend time with your friends too and, I hope, have a really nice night." He pauses to grin and is thrilled by her answer of yes. He had a gut feeling that she was someone worth getting to know. He was excited. "Meet in the foyer. It's a date." He tosses a wink her way.
Zander stands, deciding that they didn't need to continue the conversation sitting across the room from each other. He walks over to the desk in front of Niamh and chooses to sit on the chair there, backward. He sets his arms along the back of the chair and rests his chin on his arms. "So what are you studying that I'm interrupting?" He says, looking from her bag then back to her face.
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