Post by Dylan Cooper on Jun 27, 2009 7:08:30 GMT -5
(( OoC: Sorry, sorry, sorry for the late reply! ))
Seeing the small smile sent to him from Ethan, he returned in kind with his own grin. It slipped rapidly from his features at the mention of D'rorah, however, but strangely his expression did not carry anger. Over the last few months it would have, without question; but now it was an unusual mix. His eyes lowered themselves to the stone floor beneath and no trace of the grin he'd held previously could be found in them. His body shifted, as if uncomfortable, and he licked his lips as if a lot was on his mind. The anger he had felt for the other Ravenclaw prefect over the past little while had diminished and was beginning to be replaced by guilt and remorse. What he had done to her hadn't been in the least bit warranted, and he was only starting to realise that; why the sudden change in heart and thinking had occurred, he had no idea, but the single-minded frustration that had defined him before was gone, and he was a lot more reassured by that fact.
"Yeah... I guess," he responded quietly, knowing of course that every Prefect Ethan named also happened to be a Lightfighter; that in itself was far more time-consuming and stressful than any school title or responsibility. "You've met Caitlin?" he questioned quietly, trying to steer his mind away from thoughts of D'rorah Philosophy. To aid this progress, he also took another small bite of food and chewed slowly, taking his time by all accounts.
Dylan then cared to remember that this was a first meeting and that he had few friends really left after he had driven away the one person closest to him for what was apparantly a completely fabricated reason. He thought that maybe there could possibly be a new friend in the making and he promptly dismissed his gloomy thoughts of Zane and D'rorah. "So how are you finding sixth year, working up to N.E.W.T's?" he asked politely. He had never had too much trouble with his schoolwork, he was a Ravenclaw afterall, but he was still curious to know things about the levels above himself. His O.W.L's were approaching fast and he had already begun to study, even on top of his overwhelming homework load. As well as his schoolwork and physical and mental training in the Room of Requirement, he also had his Prefect duties, and as the end of the year approached it was starting to seem impossible - thus far he had kept his head, however, and usually did so a lot better than quite a few fellow students.
Seeing the small smile sent to him from Ethan, he returned in kind with his own grin. It slipped rapidly from his features at the mention of D'rorah, however, but strangely his expression did not carry anger. Over the last few months it would have, without question; but now it was an unusual mix. His eyes lowered themselves to the stone floor beneath and no trace of the grin he'd held previously could be found in them. His body shifted, as if uncomfortable, and he licked his lips as if a lot was on his mind. The anger he had felt for the other Ravenclaw prefect over the past little while had diminished and was beginning to be replaced by guilt and remorse. What he had done to her hadn't been in the least bit warranted, and he was only starting to realise that; why the sudden change in heart and thinking had occurred, he had no idea, but the single-minded frustration that had defined him before was gone, and he was a lot more reassured by that fact.
"Yeah... I guess," he responded quietly, knowing of course that every Prefect Ethan named also happened to be a Lightfighter; that in itself was far more time-consuming and stressful than any school title or responsibility. "You've met Caitlin?" he questioned quietly, trying to steer his mind away from thoughts of D'rorah Philosophy. To aid this progress, he also took another small bite of food and chewed slowly, taking his time by all accounts.
Dylan then cared to remember that this was a first meeting and that he had few friends really left after he had driven away the one person closest to him for what was apparantly a completely fabricated reason. He thought that maybe there could possibly be a new friend in the making and he promptly dismissed his gloomy thoughts of Zane and D'rorah. "So how are you finding sixth year, working up to N.E.W.T's?" he asked politely. He had never had too much trouble with his schoolwork, he was a Ravenclaw afterall, but he was still curious to know things about the levels above himself. His O.W.L's were approaching fast and he had already begun to study, even on top of his overwhelming homework load. As well as his schoolwork and physical and mental training in the Room of Requirement, he also had his Prefect duties, and as the end of the year approached it was starting to seem impossible - thus far he had kept his head, however, and usually did so a lot better than quite a few fellow students.