The Academy For Mythical Creatures discussion
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Ziggy walks into the dim lit classroom, holding his books safely under his arm. He takes a seat and tries to ignore the fact that the whole room had a heavy scent of dust. He cracks open his history book and his notes, covered in his neat scribbles, that were tucked away inside, tumble to the ground.
Ziggy was surprised to see Elenour run over so quickly. To be perfectly honest, he was more surprised he had never noticed her before. He takes the notes from her and flashes his charming smile. "Thank you. Very much appreciated, darling." he says, his universal nickname that he used for everyone slipping from his mouth. He flushes red, embarrassed that it never occurred to him to be normal the first time meeting a nice girl.
"Zigmunt Jones." he replies, giving her a grin. "But, uh, you can call me Ziggy...if you'd like. What's your name?" he asks, mentally cringing at himself. He was acting very flustered for no particular reason! He just met this girl...he should be charming and confident. Right?
"Elenour...that's pretty." he says, shaking her hand delicately. He stuffs his notes back into the crease of his history book and leans back in his chair. Just be yourself. Where's your sarcastic charm? he thinks to himself, swallowing the odd feeling in his throat.
"So what brings you to class so early, Elenour?" he ponders, rolling the 'r' in her name.
Ziggy smirks and props his leg up on his knee. "So is he your favorite teacher, then? Personally, I've always preferred our English teacher. He lets me read in class." he asks, observing Elle closely.
Ziggy smiles at her. "Funny, it seems we met for a reason. See, I've been struggling to grasp the amount of history we've been receiving. Perhaps you could tutor me, and help with organizing my note?" he asks.
Charm at its finest looked like stupidity for Ziggy. He wasn't struggling with history. Actually, he was quite good at it. But he felt like he needed an excuse to hang out with this girl. There was something about her that he felt drawn to...but he wasn't sure in what way yet. All he knew is that he had gone with an easy (and honestly pathetic) way to become closer to Elle.
Ziggy shrugs. "This evening? Maybe after supper? We could go outside to a more relaxing location. I think I'll study better when I'm not confined to a building." he suggests, looking into Elenour's eyes.
"Perfect. So, maybe before we have to study together we should get to know each other better. You know, since we're here so early.'' Ziggy says leaning his arm on the desk.
"Well, let's start with an easy one. Favorite colour?" Ziggy asks, giving Elle a small smirk.
"Purple." Ziggy replies quietly. He was almost embarrassed to say it because the colour didn't exactly match his personality. "Okay, your turn to ask me a question. Any question at all, darling."
Ziggy pauses for a moment, thinking carefully. "I like Game of Thrones." he says with a shrug. "I just like the plot and the depth to it, I guess. How about you? What's your favorite show?" he asks, smiling at Elenour.
"Nice! I know Game of Thrones is violent but, ya know." Ziggy says with a shrug. "How about your favorite song?"
"I have many." Ziggy says, leaning back in his chair. "I would like to say my favorite is Dragula by Rob Zombie but it tends to change. It's your turn to ask a question." he says, grinning.
Ziggy laughs. "Um, probably Game of Thrones again. But I also love classics. I think it's more of a comfort thing. My personality sort of...breaks...every once and awhile and I need a comfort novel. "Yours?"
Ziggy laughs. "That's actually cute. Seems like we both have a comfort book, huh?" he says and grins at her. "Why is it your favorite?" he asks, picking up a pen on his desk. He fidgets with it, his long, thin fingers deconstructing it and carefully putting it back together.
Ziggy smiles at her and finds himself lost in her happiness. Her positivity was contagious and he so badly wanted to absorb it all. Yet he tried to keep his cool and be the "charming and semi-standoffish" Ziggy. But there was something about her...
He catches himself blushing. Rubbing his hands over his warm cheeks, he finds himself at a loss for words. He smirks nervously at Elle, praying she'll ignore his rosy cheeks and continue talking.
"Yes, of course. It's just a little warm in here." Ziggy says, recomposing himself. "What were you saying? I'm afraid I interrupted you."
Ziggy grins nervously. "So what's your favorite way to relax? I feel like that's always the best way to read people. I find people are most vulnerable whenever they're relaxed." he says, placing his pen back on his desk.
Ziggy nods. "Reading a book is probably my favorite way to relax, too. When I get the chance, of course. My studies have been quite time consuming and sometimes I struggle to keep up." he admits, running his index finger through the grooves on the table. "Is there anything else important I should know about you before class begins?" he asks quickly, watching the teacher enter the classroom from his back office.
"Shapeshifter." Ziggy says quietly. He wasn't always sure how he felt about his powers. Many were scared of the form he typically took when he transformed so he tended to play more towards the more "human" side of his abilities.
"Yeah..." Ziggy mumbles, giving her a small wave goodbye. He watches as she trails back to her seat. Class starts and he takes notes, understanding every word and concept. Still...he felt the need for a tutor.
Ziggy neatly packs everything tightly into his leather backpack and slings it over his shoulder. He approaches Elenour with a smirk. "Ready? I saw a lake or something down the way if you want to study out there."
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"I'm still figuring out how to use my magic." She said, frowning slightly. "I have some sort of emotional powers that I don't really understand. Do you have magic powers?"
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Ellie nodded. She had a hard time imagining that octopus could taste good after seeing a picture of one, but she knew she shouldn't judge something based on the way it looked on the outside. Her mother had often told her that she would find herself very lonely if she only judged things by their outward appearances. "I love my mom's gingersnaps. She says I have too much of a sweet tooth for my own good, but I can't help it. I really love anything sweet!" She could have gone on much longer about all her favorite desserts, but she didn't want to talk too much and rob Yuri of the chance to say what she was thinking. "What's your favorite thing to do for fun? Oh! Do you have any hobbies or special things you're really good at?" Ellie found the different skills various people had to be fascinating. She often liked to imagine what it would be like to sing like a canary or write poetry or perform feats of endurance or invent new things. Fashion and sewing so often seemed paltry in comparison.
Yuri laughed. "I love sweets, too! Especially chocolate! I'm so obsessed with sweets that my parents actually forced me to cut back on sweets and would take them away from me if they ever caught me eating anything that was sweet. My favorite thing to do for fun? Read! I'm a huge bookworm and love to read whenever I have a chance. I draw, paint, and I like to take pictures, too" she said.
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Ellie's love of sweets was born of their rarity in her childhood. In winter, there was molasses and syrup, and on birthdays and holidays there were cakes and cookies and pies. But for most of the year, the pantries lacked sweets. "I love chocolate too! Whenever we visited town, my cousin Pip would buy chocolates for me and my other cousins." A radiant smile graced her lips at the mention of her dear cousins, all of whom she missed. "I like reading also. Do you have any favorite books or genres?" She asked, straightening her sparkly, pink headband.
"Yeah, the only times my parents don't get mad at me for eating sweets were my birthday, since they would always make a cake for me. And Christmas, too. They always buy candy and a cake during that time. But, since my parents aren't here right now, I can eat sweets whenever I want without them yelling at me" Yuri said with mischievious smile. She changed the subject back to books. "I prefer to read fiction and history. I love history, and have always been fascinated by it" she said.