clean-up in aisle four!
“unicorns are pretty interesting, you know. and increasingly rare. maybe you should read up on them…” she drifted off a little. it wasn’t exactly her place to draw the two scamander brothers closer together, but she couldn’t help trying. netta laughed and looked down at the table, trying not to sigh as she traced the cover of her book. “well. dia tells me my writing is good and i trust her opinion, but she must be at least a little biased. you would be…less biased, i think.” hopefully lys wouldn’t mind that netta didn’t mind his brother. though, she would rather he not find out in the first place, just in case. “say better stuff,” she said simply, even though it sounded pretty stupid and probably was.
“people always say things around me that they probably shouldn’t. i don’t seem like much of a threat.” which was true enough. not only did she have a goodie two shoes reputation, she was always so quiet that people rarely even noticed she was in the same room. she really wasn’t the blackmail type. netta fought the urge to lean away and kept steady, trying her best to hide a smile. when he was the first to look away, she did smile a little. “if i did fall asleep on you, would you sit there politely until i woke up or would you yell at me to wake up? or…just push me off. which would be rude, by the way, don’t pick that one.”
“no thank you. as you quite know, that’s my brother’s expertise, and i don’t really want to infringe on that. besides, not really interested.” he didn’t ever really get why lysander was so obsessed with unicorns, anyway. he’d tolerated it as a child, when they were practically inseparable, but at this age, he didn’t have to tolerate it, so he didn’t. “less biased, yes, but someone who has relatively great taste in literature should at least be able to right well, right? i’ll be your editor. or something. if you want.” he wasn’t quite sure why he was offering, and rather eagerly at that, but after so long of talking about literature with this girl, he was interested to see what her writing might be like. his prowess lay in academic papers, as were most members of his house, so it was always refreshing to see when a ravenclaw could write creatively. “such as…?” he asked, a slightly amused grin on his face.
“you don’t, and it’s a good thing. makes you easy to trust. you could wield it to your advantage if you wanted, you know.” why lorcan was giving her tips on subterfuge, he didn’t know, but he figured it would be a good idea to stop talking and giving her further ideas. he laughed. “probably…sit here until you woke up. i don’t have the mean-heartedness to push off or wake up a pretty girl, you know.” he turned towards her again, returning her smile.
(Source: lorscamander)
mizuharas:
2. because there’s just one thing he’s world-class at, and that’s running away. [lorcan & lys]
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clean-up in aisle four!
she sighed a little tiredly. her life wasn’t very impressive when he put it like that. “errr yeah. we do that too. i’m really good at that, though, by the way.” netta looked at her copy of a tale of two cities and frowned. she’d never be able to write a book like that. or any book, at the rate she was going. “it’s going…” she looked up at him, tilting her head to the side. “really? you’d be willing to read my stuff? what if i’m actually a horrible writer?” she looked down at the table and smiled at something. “i mean…if i was, would you lie or would you tell me the truth?” netta and dia had never really switched places before, especially not when it came to school and grades. neither of them exactly needed the help. “your secret’s safe with me.” his voice was quite the opposite of unpleasant, really. she imagined he had a good reading voice. “no, i don’t think your voice is grating at all. besides, it’s more what you say than how you say it.” the corners of her mouth quirked into a brief smile at his apparent embarrassment. she hadn’t considered picking her quill back up since he’d arrived.
“ah, you caught me,” she said, trying her best to sound serious. “no, i’m keeping this for my personal records.” hopefully he hadn’t noticed the blood rush to her cheeks. her face usually had a rosy complexion, considering she was so fair skinned. “right,” she shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment as she tried to collect her thoughts. “right, i agree.” she raised an eyebrow before laughing incredulously. “no, you’re not boring me at all. you’d know if you were. because i would have told you to go away by now, probably.”
he shook his head, resisting (and badly) the urge to roll his eyes more than once. “what is with his obsession with unicorns,” he said. a rhetorical question, but one he was curious about answering. it wasn’t as if lys had learned his love for animals and magical creatures from rolf, magizoologist or not. perhaps it was from their mother, then — luna, who had always had more influence on, and resemblance to, his brother. dismissing the thought for now, he nodded and smiled. “really, i would. i’m very interested. and…” the notion hadn’t even occurred to him, that she might be a “horrible writer.” “listen, i’m sure you aren’t. i mean, if it’s your life aspiration, you must be pretty good at it to begin with.” or so went the logic of lorcan scamander; that was how things ought to be according to him. “i would be truthful, of course, but i wouldn’t go to any great lengths to tear you down. i’m a rather fair critic, at least in my opinion.” well, fair when he liked the author whose work he was reading, and it was safe to say he found netta’s company even enjoyable at this point. “thanks,” he said with a laugh. “and i’ll keep the fact that you’re associating with me a secret as well. fair enough, right? and,” he said with another short laugh, “i guess you’re right. doesn’t help that most of what i say to lys is stuff he doesn’t want to hear.”
he raised his eyebrows slightly. “ah, personal records, of course. though,” he said, giving her a once-over, “you don’t seem like the blackmail type anyway, so i suppose i should trust you. unless.” he leaned towards her slightly. “you’re hiding some sort of double personality?” he held eye contact before blinking a few times and turning away. it was clear that netta was attractive, but. well. had he ever noticed how luminously blue her irises were? coughing once, he returned to the conversation. “well, that’s good to know. because i would probably count it as my personal responsibility if you fell asleep on me, you know.”
(Source: lorscamander)
clean-up in aisle four!
“well…” she stretched her arms out on the table in front of her, drumming on the surface with her fingers. it was true that she did do a lot of extra-curriculars. “i…spend a lot of time with my friends. we play a lot of chess, as you might know. i’m in the lit club. and i wr—” netta cut herself off just before revealing her position on the underground paper. he really didn’t need to know that. “i write. sometimes,” she shrugged. she had already told him about her dreams of one day becoming a novelist. the change in mood made her frown. “i wouldn’t want to pry.” her relationship with dia was something she took for granted. they had very different interests, so there was never any competition between them, despite being sorted into the same house. living in the same dorm simply made them closer, if nothing else. “oh, um,” she tried to think of a good answer. because, in truth, she didn’t have a real reason to talk to him. she talked to anyone who talked to her. he wasn’t any different. except, of course, that he was different. maybe she just chose to ignore it. “you are…a good conversationalist. so why shouldn’t i talk to you?” good enough, she figured.
netta leaned her head down to rest on one of her arms so she was now looking up at lorcan. “i like to think so.” she wrinkled her nose, trying her best not to laugh. “i wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself. maybe later, though.” her eyes drifted to focus on his arms, which were now much closer to her face. he had a few freckles dotted along his light skin. subconsciously, she started to count them while he spoke. 1…2…3…4… she stopped counting when she noticed that lorcan was no longer speaking. he looked at her expectantly. “oh, did you just ask me a question?” she said, blushing faintly.
he laughed, unable to hide his apparent amusement from his face. “i’m sure that’s not all you guys do. i hear my brother’s hired you lot as long-term unicorn guards as well, isn’t it? guarding unicorns and playing chess, that must be the life.” he nodded, briefly recalling when she’d told him about her literary aspirations. “ah yes, i remember you telling me about that.” he put his quill down and turned to her, interest piqued. “how’s that going, by the way? i’d love to read something you’ve written. if you’d let me, that is. and i won’t be cruel, i promise.” he grinned in what was hopefully a friendly and disarming way. regarding his relationship with lys, he shook his head and shrugged. “you’re not really prying. nothing between us is really a secret. well,” he said, dropping his voice, “except maybe that i agree to fill in for him during history of magic classes, but i can count on you not to tell, right?” he winked at her. except he had a feeling professor grey already had his suspicions, but he should at least try to not rouse them any more. “a good conversationlist?” he raised his eyebrows. “well, i’m flattered. lys has always said the sound of my voice was grating. glad to see there’s someone on his…side…that doesn’t share that opinion.” he chewed on his bottom lip, mulling the notion over. “and, i must admit, all the credit shouldn’t go to me. it’s been enjoyable talking to you too, netta.” suddenly, and for no apparent reason, he felt embarrassed, as if vulnerable to the elements. coughing, he picked up his quill and resumed writing. “anyway.”
he shook his head, a low chuckle in his throat. “it must be your goal to embarrass me, miss collins,” he said, “or at least to find me in embarrassing situations. what, gathering intel for my brother?” though he trusted netta, he was only half-joking. it didn’t seem like an unlikely thought, after all. apparently, however, she wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying, so worrying about brotherly espionage didn’t even have any evident basis. strange, though — while he’s only known netta very briefly, she didn’t seem like the person to just drift off during conversation. “um.” he cleared his throat. “i only said that we concur in all things literary except for jane austen. why, am i boring you, or something?” he asked with a slight smirk.
(Source: lorscamander)
wow i just realized lorcan has like no real friends
sob sob
sux for u asshole
netta-collins:
lorscamander:
#BOW TIES?!?!?
WELL NOT BOW TIES EXACTLY BUT
i imagine lorcan adheres pretty strictly to the dress code
clean white pressed shirt tucked into his pants and a blue tie every day
so
that’s what i was trying to say really xD
BUT MY BOW TIE FEELINGS
ARE BOW TIES A GOOD THING THEN OR
#BOW TIES?!?!?
WELL NOT BOW TIES EXACTLY BUT
i imagine lorcan adheres pretty strictly to the dress code
clean white pressed shirt tucked into his pants and a blue tie every day
so
that’s what i was trying to say really xD
