Further Introduction (Kai & Open)

[D'rorah Philosophy]

As Professor O'Neill had dismissed the class, D'rorah quickly and quietly gathered her things. She did not wait for the textbooks to be given out, knowing that she was not actually enrolled in the class and quite certain she had no free space in her time to add it. They did look interesting... but any academic pursuit made for the sheer sake of interest would have to wait until after NEWT's... and possibly after these miserable Shadow Wars were over. If, indeed, they had any sort of favorable outcome at all.

She pondered over the class she had just watched, judging the new Professor to be more than adequately competent in her subject area. D'rorah could not recall having ever seen a class of the like for divinations. Though, for the briefest flicker, the Professor seemed to have shown some hidden sadness in the subject herself. Perhaps that would come out over the course of the year.

She stood near the wall now, waiting to see Kai emerge from the classroom. She was intent on continuing their introduction, just as she had indicated in class. Something about the new student intrigued her. Though, what it was she couldn't quite say. The gloves, first of all, had sparked her interest. She wondered what they covered... or whether it was some sort of odd element of his personal style. The last seemed unlikely... even from their brief introduction, Kai hadn't struck D'rorah as the sort to add odd touches to himself in order to be noticed. If he were, the gloves likely would have been far more ostentatious. There was also a very calm, gentlemanly sort of air about him, as though he were... not really stoic, but simply flowed in whatever direction nature happened to take him without raging against the currents--a certain gentleness. It was a keen contrast to D'rorah. Though she strove at all times to appear passive and unemotional, she knew few would call her gentle. No, typically her own adjectives were "cold" and "calculating"... "logical". That was what people saw when they saw her. Even though she maintained a blank facade to the vast majority of the world, she could unemotionally assess her actions... even killing when the need arose. Of course, in a war, it was useful to be able to deal with such matters logically and rationally.

She stepped away from the wall as she saw Kai emerge from the classroom and moved to fall into step beside him. "[blue]Mister Jahnavi,[/blue]" she greeted. "[blue]Allow me to refresh my greeting from earlier. Upon hearing of your arrival I had hoped we might soon encounter one another. I understand you have been appointed as a prefect for Hufflepuff house? I do not know if you have already met the other prefects. I, of course, am a Ravenclaw prefect.[/blue]" There was no boast in her statement. She said it as plainly as if she had said the walls were made of stone, simply running down the list of introductory details that might be the gateway to conversation... which would in turn offer her an opportunity to examine what about Kai had piqued her interest.

[kairava]

With his thoughts almost strangling themselves over the matter of his unique ability and how astonishing it seemed Professor O’Neill’s words were meant for him, the Hufflepuff prefect did not notice D’rorah waiting for him outside the class. Aside from her previous mention of continuing the conversation at a later time, his head still shot up from his gaze on the stone floor to lock with D’rorah’s before he truly understood what she intended. After having briefly skipped a step, his leather soled shoe softly and quietly skidding over the cold stone, Kai gathered himself and continued walking down the hall beside his female companion as if it was his book bag that got in the way.

As he listened to her reintroduce herself, he found her choice of words… misleading, as if she was actually talking to him for a different reason than ‘just meeting up with the new prefect’. It might have been the way emotion seemed to escape itself from her words that caused Kai’s defenses to fire up but he could not say. Stoic people always made him wary; they were always hiding something and secrets were not something that his soul was fond of. Some things should be hidden but when it became a secret it changed an aspect in the person that also changed how they interact with people. Secrets, as far as Kai was concerned, were a destructive force that only ate away at the soul more viciously as time progressed. He would know… he held a secret his entire life.

Trying to ignore his instincts, Kai shifted his book bag as if to change his own thoughts, and replied, “Hello again.” He smiled but it probably looked weaker than before and he only hoped that she did not notice. “Yeah, so it seems they found me worthy to be ordained a prefect,” he chuckled as if finding the idea a comical one before continuing rhetorically a moment later, “A fellow prefect, hmm?” A memory of his time at Al’Nirah surfaced, showing the unity of the heads of the classes there and wondered if it was the same at Hogwarts. “That makes two then; you and Cait… Well it is a pleasure. Where shall we go?” He left the formality that was in the Ravenclaw prefect’s choice of words out of his own. It was a test more or less, to see where he stood among the prefect members.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah's eyebrow arched slightly at Kai's reaction to her presence. It seemed he had forgotten they were to meet after class... he had, in fact, looked quite preoccupied upon exiting the classroom. What could have distracted him so? She put the thought aside for now. Whatever he might be hiding, she was certain he wouldn't just come out with it. That would be far too easy.

"[blue]Ordination?[/blue]" replied D'rorah with a half-smile. "[blue]I fear you have not been here quite long enough to become disillusioned with the duties you have been assigned.[/blue]" At the mention of Caitlin's name, D'rorah nodded slightly. "[blue]Ah yes, Miss Collins, your fellow Hufflepuff prefect. She also lived in India, so it seems you two have quite a bit in common. I understand she misses living there quite a bit... England is certainly a different environment. I hope she is well. I know she has been having a rather difficult time of late.[/blue]"

She had gathered where he had lived before from his accent, but didn't want to pinpoint much further than the country of origin. Kai was likely to be quite suspicious if she revealed too much of her knowledge of languages... Really? How many people could readily pinpoint a person's place or origin from exhanging only a few words?

"[blue]Have you already been shown around the school?[/blue]" asked D'rorah. "[blue]I can offer a tour if you are in need. I typically spend my time in either the library or my common room. Or, if you are of a mind, the Ravenclaw common room is quite comfortable. We tend to keep a warm fire going at all times.[/blue]" As if on cue, D'rorah felt a shiver pass through her body, yet another vestige of her near corruption.

She looked over at Kai after the shiver had passed, waiting for his choice of destination. The fact that he had apparently met Caitlin soon after arriving at Hogwarts interested her. She had noticed that Elemental Masters and Shadow Warriors in this particular generation seemed almost drawn together. It could be a coincidence... but it was an option worth considering now that Gat had died. She put the idea aside for now though, thinking that, short of examining his mind, she would be unlikely to find confirmation of her theory during this particular meeting.