The Surgeon and The Scientist || Lucius

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The Surgeon and The Scientist || Lucius Jan 24, 2013 2:27:13 GMT -8

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Wednesdays were so boring. Middle of the week, no one was making plans to do anything fun, and to top it all off, it was raining again. For the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team this was a tiny bit of a concern. Looking out over the pitch as he stood perched in a window of their common room, Grayson pressed his elegant finger tips to his lips, the other arm was held across his torso and rested under his pointed elbow. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he watched the downpour splatter against the glass.

After a long moment of standing there, a mild chortle was let out and Grayson ran his hand through his hair, turning away from the site. Once he'd slung his bag over his shoulder, he was jogging out of the common room, the eagle door knocker thudding loudly as he almost slammed the door behind him. Not out of anger though, Grayson was simply not paying attention to the use of his own strength. Even with he thud he paid it no mind and made his way quickly down the stairs to the library.

"Alice! You're looking positively lovely today." The Gryffindor girl, who often worked in the library after classes, looked up at him from behind the counter he was now leaning on. "Is that a new hair ribbon?? I really love the way it complements your eyes." He flashed her his winning smile as the girl blushed, but said nothing. She was so often quiet, but this was a library after all. With a shake of her head she placed the last three issues of Quidditch Quarterly, the last two issues of Seeker Weekly, and the brand spanking new Beaters Bi-Monthly, all on the counter for him. He had is own copies delivered to him of course, but he stored them, unread, on a shelf in the common room for reference later. "You really are a doll. We should go for tea some time."

Not waiting for a proper response, Grayson moved on, pulling the official rule book and a play book down from a shelf as he went. There was a table just waiting for him as he laid out the books out in a haphazard spread. He was planning on being there all afternoon now that he'd seen the rain and canceled the seeker practice they were on for. Eden needed a break anyhow, and he was hardly worried about her skills. Instead he'd made a deal with the Gryffindor captain and was using tomorrow's time slot for a beater session.

After just thirty minutes he'd gone through two of the magazines, a muffin, two cups of tea, and half an apple. He was just turning to the middle of of the newest Quidditch Quarterly, when he got sucked into an article about Rian Lewis' knee injury. That's what he gets for not moving out of the way. Honestly he didn't dislike Rian Lewis, or his team, but any time it came to a scuff between a chaser and a beater, Grayson was going to side with the beater every time. He chuckled as he bit into the apple, but never let his eyes stray from the page. The update was that Rian wasn't in playing condition just yet and that they could not reach his rep for further comment. "Bullocks!!!" He had money on their next season and with Lewis out, it might be a closer one than he'd anticipated. The news had made him shout at the magazine and a loud noise echoed through the shelves as his chair slammed back down on all fours from its previously tilted position. The display merited a good few nasty looks from other students. Luckily, Alice had left now and he wasn't getting reprimanded by her.

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The Surgeon and The Scientist || Lucius Jan 25, 2013 2:46:35 GMT -8

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Lucius was in a mood that particular, Wednesday afternoon. The entire student body was in an uproar because that famous Quidditch player Rian Lewis was on the Hogwart's grounds. Rumors were flying - no pun intended - that he was to become the new flying instructor, at least temporarily until his injury healed. This, of course, was just a rumor and couldn't be officially confirmed yet. That didn't stop all the students from whispering incessantly about it, however. Lucius entered the library, hoping to escape all this annoying and seemingly ceaseless chatter. He couldn't give a rat's ass about Rian Lewis. Up until four hours ago, Lucius hadn't even known what team the bloke played for. Truth be told, Lucius absolutely detested Quidditch.

Lucius was a composed and introspective individual. He appreciated the sanctity of stillness, something most of his fellow schoolmates did now. While Lucius could normally handle himself in most chaotic situations, he always preferred his quiet time. A prefect and practically wizarding royalty, it was almost in his blood to crave power and order - particularly, being the one to administer it. What other people called 'adrenaline high' from sports, and competition, and so forth, Lucius got from being on top of everyone else. He needed stability, and control, and peace of mind. While this was more true of the old Lucius, this new Lucius still appreciated serenity. No matter what identity crisis he was going through, he would always prefer order over chaos.

This part of Lucius was so innate that he couldn't even enjoy Quidditch like a proper wizard - or any sport, for that matter. While the other students obsessed over the scores, the rankings, and team paraphernalia to an alarming degree, Lucius could scarcely deign to follow it. The stands were crowded and uncomfortable, unbearable with its ruckus and mind-numbing vociferousness. Why anyone would enjoy the sport much less pay to witness it was completely beyond him. Lucius didn't even attend most of the matches, unless of course he was wrangled to do so by one of his more persistent Slytherins. As a prefect, Lucius sometimes felt some kind of obligation to go, to show-off his Slytherin pride, but this mild feeling of guilt immediately dissipated the moment he was in the peace and quiet of the library. Away from the bedlam.

Knowing that it was raining eased Lucius' foul mood ever so slightly. The rain had a way of calming him in a way that few other things could. Unfortunately, the rain kept most people indoors. As a result, the castle was packed with students today. The crowds were practically inescapable. He searched desperately through the stacks, looking for any open chair. The more he moved forward though, the more hopeless this tasked seemed. Perhaps he would just have to resign himself to the Slytherin common room. He was just about to turn around when he finally saw an open table. As he drew closer, however, he saw that one of the chairs was taken by a Ravenclaw boy, deeply absorbed in whatever it was he was reading. Unsure, Lucius halted there for a moment, weighing his options. Well, he didn't intend on speaking to this bloke, nor did he even know him. He seemed preoccupied with his magazine, and Lucius expected to be just as consumed with his own reading. Consequently, he hoped they could simply ignore one another's presence and do what they had originally come here to do: read.

Decidedly, he walked on over to the other boy's table and tossed his book onto the surface - a little harder, than he had intended - and motioned toward the empty chair. "May I sit here?" his voice was a bit low and disgruntled, and without waiting for a reply, he sat down and flipped open to his bookmark.

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The Surgeon and The Scientist || Lucius Jan 30, 2013 6:54:34 GMT -8

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"Huh???" A bit of apple was still in the process of being chewed when Grayson looked up from the page. He hadn't noticed Lucius until just that second, and sort of felt bad. The Slytherin boy had never been on Grayson's bad side. Though, he hardly imagined himself having any sort of sides. As he swallowed the apple chunk, his hands shuffled up the other magazines and stacked them to make more room for the boy. He figured that if Lucius wasn't on his shit list, then he would probably benefit more by being nice, though that was his general rule with everyone. "Oh.. sure! Plenty of table for everyone."

With a bit of a grin on his face, Grayson set the magazine down, took what was left of the apple core in his hand, and chucked it at the garbage can. It missed naturally, and the boy sighed. "There's a reason I'm not a chaser." With a light hearted laugh, he stood and retrieved it, properly disposing it this time before that Hallows girl came back and yelled at him. He was still a little fired up about Rian Lewis and it would have been horrible of him to take it out on her.

Half hearted, his hand found the crisp pages of the volume again and he sighed. "What a right load of rubbish. Can't play. He damn well better be doing something worth while then. And they'd better get a damn good replacement. I've got money on their season. What about you, Malfoy?" While his eyes scanned the pages again, it was growing more apparent how off put the boy was over it. What ever. Sodding Rian Lewis. Went and got himself benched.

By now he was tired of looking at that face of his, and he closed the magazine and threw it back into the pile. Now he really had to get down to business. He needed to come up with something really amazing for Adeline. Something that would make the two of them look outstanding. Eventually, the boy laid out a piece of paper, the rules book, the play book, and the Beater mag, before picking up a quill and very simply staring at the blank page before him. What he needed was a power move for them to perfect in a matter of days. That was damn near impossible for most beaters. But most beaters weren't partners with Adeline Giovanni.