Post by Lovino Vargas on Oct 17, 2016 1:04:30 GMT
Compared to most, if not all the other students of Hogwarts, Lovino wasn't particularly eager for the arrival of the parties from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Lovino didn't see any good points to the Triwizard Tournament, nor did he feel like being forced to socialize with a bunch of strangers only here for that damn tournament. Ever since the Headmaster had announced that Hogwarts would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament, his parents had been sending owl after owl inquiring whether he or his brother would be partaking. As far as Lovino was concerned, neither of them would, but he couldn't tell his parents that; not outright, anyway. Lovino looked forward to their disappointment and irritation even less than he did the tournament itself.
Instead, he had passed off corresponding with them beyond the standard updates on his classes and private studies, and only vaguely referred to the tournament or the arriving students. Lovino did his best to keep himself away from any discussions about the tournament altogether, and had been one of the few students who refused to go outside to watch the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive. In fact, he had almost been late to the welcome feast, darting in barely before the congregations from the other wizarding schools. Feliciano had been unable to save a seat for his brother by him and Ludwig; it was easy to scare a group of first years further down the table to give him a wide berth of empty seats at the very end of the Slytherin Table. He had blatantly buried himself in his assignments from that day's classes, ignoring the introductions and welcome speeches. Lovino didn't even know where the foreign students were sitting, or how many of them were even there.
However, Lovino couldn't help but notice the fact students were being allowed to shuffle seats between all the tables. It was pretty much impossible to miss, since it was highly frowned upon for students to sit at other Houses' tables. Considering the fact that he was sitting very much alone, and with no barrier of students he "tolerated" (his friends, though he rarely felt the need to call them that out loud), the Slytherin worried some idiot who didn't know who the hell he was might actually try to sit with him and socialize. With a visible grimace, Lovino quickly waved his wand and sent his school supplies to spread across all the seats around him. While incantationless magic was still difficult for him, Lovino could at least levitate items without need for a verbal spell. Then, just as an added precaution, he put on his best grumpy face, the one that even made Feliciano hesitate for a few seconds.
Satisfied that he'd done enough to deter any idiots from approaching him, Lovino returned to his book, which detailed a lot of interesting theoretical material on the effects substituting ingredients had on various high-level potions. He ate between paragraphs, projecting his very best "stay the fuck away from me" vibes. There were much more important things for him to focus on than some idiotic peril-filled tournament and new students he didn't want to talk to; NEWTs to study for, and parents to please, for starters.
Instead, he had passed off corresponding with them beyond the standard updates on his classes and private studies, and only vaguely referred to the tournament or the arriving students. Lovino did his best to keep himself away from any discussions about the tournament altogether, and had been one of the few students who refused to go outside to watch the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive. In fact, he had almost been late to the welcome feast, darting in barely before the congregations from the other wizarding schools. Feliciano had been unable to save a seat for his brother by him and Ludwig; it was easy to scare a group of first years further down the table to give him a wide berth of empty seats at the very end of the Slytherin Table. He had blatantly buried himself in his assignments from that day's classes, ignoring the introductions and welcome speeches. Lovino didn't even know where the foreign students were sitting, or how many of them were even there.
However, Lovino couldn't help but notice the fact students were being allowed to shuffle seats between all the tables. It was pretty much impossible to miss, since it was highly frowned upon for students to sit at other Houses' tables. Considering the fact that he was sitting very much alone, and with no barrier of students he "tolerated" (his friends, though he rarely felt the need to call them that out loud), the Slytherin worried some idiot who didn't know who the hell he was might actually try to sit with him and socialize. With a visible grimace, Lovino quickly waved his wand and sent his school supplies to spread across all the seats around him. While incantationless magic was still difficult for him, Lovino could at least levitate items without need for a verbal spell. Then, just as an added precaution, he put on his best grumpy face, the one that even made Feliciano hesitate for a few seconds.
Satisfied that he'd done enough to deter any idiots from approaching him, Lovino returned to his book, which detailed a lot of interesting theoretical material on the effects substituting ingredients had on various high-level potions. He ate between paragraphs, projecting his very best "stay the fuck away from me" vibes. There were much more important things for him to focus on than some idiotic peril-filled tournament and new students he didn't want to talk to; NEWTs to study for, and parents to please, for starters.
Here you go, guys, if anyone wants to pester Lovi lol ^^;