Closed Regret

[Viktor Styx]

Viktor Styx made his way to the top of the corridors, right before the towers. As a prefect, he had a lot of duties that he ought to be doing, but is ignoring them for right now. The first of the year was always busy for him. Viktor had to lead the first years to their common room, and so on and so forth. Right now, Viktor was somewhat regretting not taking any electives. He looked inside the classroom of Arithmancy, wondering what that class was like. It was much too late for him to even try to get involved when he had missed every single year since the third year. Viktor gave up his Quidditch and much of his hobbies to seek out the power to read minds to ensure that no one would ever lie to him again. The boy stepped to the side and leaned against the wall. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and watched the students walk by. They were insanely small compared to his stature of over six feet tall. He hit another growth spurt over the break too. He didn't know how much more he would grow but since his entire family was tall, he doubted that he was done. Viktor reached down and adjusted his prefect badge, sighing and looking ahead. This was incredibly boring.

 

[Chante Harvelle-Ateara]

Chante was not done shadowing others prefects, she started to join another crowd as they toured the school. Chante sometimes forgets where the class was actually when it comes to the higher floors. Since she spent most of her previous years in the kitchen or outside near the garden, Chante was refreshingly reminded where everything was. She was taking her new badge a little too serious, it's just that she didn't want to be bad being a prefect. She fears that if she was bad, the younger students wouldn't take her seriously. They neared the Arithmancy's classroom, where another prefect stood idly around. Chante caught him peering inside, he was quite tall like her. Maybe she beat him by an inch or two, she couldn't tell but he was pretty long. "Hi," Chante gave a small gesture of a wave. He looked bored out of his mind, Chante sense that. "You okay, you look like a niffler stole something from you," Chante tries to tease him, it sounding a little flat on her end. She cringes, blushing a bit after that.

 

[Viktor Styx]

Viktor focused his gaze as someone started to speak, but the shocker was that she was speaking to him. A Hufflepuff prefect, by means not in his year or above. So, she must be a new prefect. But, her joke fell flat as he raised an eyebrow slightly in response. He folded his arms across his chest as he waited to see if she had anything else to say. At least, she was not boring. So far. Her appearance was slightly different. Her height. Not a relative of his by far, but someone else entirely. He didn’t spot the part-giant quality yet, as he had never seen one before.

 

[Chante Harvelle-Ateara]

Chante is no joker, it's rare she jokes like that except with Willow. With her cousin it came out easy, with others it came out awkward. Like right now, it was awkward. Chante didn't know whether to continue shadowing the other prefects, or try another approach with the boy. She wished she had cookies or cupcakes, they were great to share and great ice breakers. He didn't appear to be the cookie or cupcake type, but she didn't want to be the type to judge a book by it's cover. "Ah, you're a prefect right?" Chante asked knowing the answer already. "I am too, I'm Chante, it's nice to meet you?" It doesn't help that she always in the kitchen and it's put a stain in her social life. Her circle of friends may be small, but she didn't mind it so much. She had no regrets spending her time in the kitchen.

 

[Viktor Styx]

Viktor couldn't help but be amazed by his lack of interest not fazing the girl in the least bit. She kept talking, and asked the most obvious question that could only be beat if she asked what house he was in. He just pointed to his badge to answer her question. He did not need words to convey this message at all. Her name was Chante, which was nice to be able to call her something other than oblivious. Viktor sighed before he looked into his bag, and turned it so that she could see that his name was embroidered on it in brilliant blue letters. It said "Viktor D. Styx" in very elegant and curvy writing.

 

[Chante Harvelle-Ateara]

Chante looked over the badge and nodded, that confirm her obvious question. She then looked down at his bag which had pretty color written over the material. "Viktor D. Styx," Chante spoke out loud. "A Styx? Are you related to Professor Styx?" Someone was related to the man whose room is always dark and seem to always come across like he hated his job. More like he hated the students that he taught, she didn't realize he was married. "I like his....class, very informative and it helped me when I used to duel," although this conversation was pretty much one-sided, Chante felt like she had to keep saying something. Anything, Chante wanted to hear him say something.