Spoons For You

[Antonia Valkyrie]

While studying was important, it was also dreadfully boring. Toni honestly couldn't see how people liked to study for such boring lessons like Astronomy. Like she cared about planets and boring things like that. She wanted to be somewhere else, doing something a lot more interesting, but instead, she was bound to the chair in the library with her Astronomy book propped open in front of her and a clean piece of parchment ready to take notes. If she even got that far, knowing her she would most likely fill the parchment with mindless doodles in an attempt to pass the time and stop her brain from falling out of her ear. If she wasn't careful her brain would simply turn to mush. Especially if she had to look at the phases of the moon one more time.

Sighing, somewhat irritably, Antonia shut the book roughly. Slouching back in her seat, the girl's eyes moved around the other occupants of the room before her gaze rested on her quill. An idea popped into her head, hand delving into the pocket of her robes to pull out her wand, twiddling the knotted wood around her fingers for a moment. Clearing her throat, the short girl hastily looked behind her before aiming at the quill in front of her. "Scriopea!" Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, but when they slowly opened again, instead of a quill, there was now a spoon on the table in front of her.

Grinning proudly the girl picked it up, studying it carefully between her two fingers before she paused. She didn't know how to change it back, now, this was a problem. Maybe she could just get rid of it, pass it onto someone else so she didn't have to bother with trying to remember to change it back. The idea sounded good enough to her, and so she twisted in her seat, eyes landing on the closest person to her as she offered out the spoon. "Want a spoon?"

 

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyès had found himself after a couple of days at the school within the thick walls of the library, where books just piled high. It was far bigger library than he was used to, even in his last school there hadn't been a library as big as this, and yet here he was in this new and magical school and he was surrounded both by magic and by books. They weren't what he liked, he liked old and dark book stores with old people running them, using pen and paper rather than any electronic system, he wanted to almost feel the damp, this was just a poor show, but, the books had pictures in them that moved, and Théo had discovered that it made some books all the more enjoyable to read. He glanced back at the pictures every so often as he read through whatever he was reading. The young ravenclaw had always enjoyed books, but this added something he wasn't quite sure that he liked yet. It was different that much was certain and he was trying to figure out this whole magical world. He knew bits and pieces about it from his sister but they hadn't really talked about until now.

The library was like any other library in any place in the world, most silent, aside from the odd whispered conversation, or the turning of pages. It was pretty good, he had expected this school to be different, to have spells and magic all over the place, for there being no stopping to the spells being cast. Just a craziness unparalleled to any other school, he hadn't expected talking paintings though he'd been warned about them, it lacked visibly magic but he could feel it, or well, that was what he thought he could feel. The boy glanced around himself and in that moment caught the eye of a girl, a little older than him who say closest to him, and then he was offered by her a spoon, he frowned at both her and the spoon being offered to him, this wasn't the dinning hall, or the kitchen, why was he being offered a spoon, "Is there a hex on it or something?" Tholomyès whispered, hoping he'd gotten the word right. If there was, then of course there was, why wouldn't a student who looked only marginally older put a hex on a spoon, or know a hex to put on a spoon.
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[Antonia Valkyrie]

She had no idea if they spell would just wear off or if the quill would just stay as a spoon forever. She hadn't really thought about it for long enough, but it was too late to change her mind. She had already offered the quill-spoon to someone else. Besides, she had plenty more of them stuffed away in her bags, as well as Muggle pens because they were just a lot easier to write with. For being magic, the people in the wizarding world did like to make things a lot more difficult for themselves. Antonia would simply never understand them, and in many ways, they were a lot more advanced than wizards and witches. If it suddenly came to be the end of the world and only one spices could survive, wizardkind or Muggles, her bets were on the Muggles, even if she felt like she needed to wash her brain out for even thinking such a thing.

Her eyes flickered from the boy's face and to the offered spoon in her hand. He looked to be one of the new first years, or at least that was what she was guessing as she couldn't be bothered to actually ask him what year he was in. Certainly not second year or she would recognize him and he didn't look old enough to be a third year. Probably first year, it was something she felt pretty confident about. "No, it's just a quill," she offered before frowning, "Well, it was a quill before I changed it into a spoon a moment ago. No hexes, just a normal quill...spoon." Was it actually a quill or a spoon? It just looked like a spoon, but really it was a quill. Just thinking about it made her head hurt. "Promise, kid. Nothing's going to happen if you take it."

 

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyès was looking at the girl with suspicion, he was glancing between the spoon and her, not quite sure if he trusted her, and then when she said it was a quill he got even more confused, just staring at the spoon hand refusing to move to take it. It wasn't until she then explained it that he understood, well, it sort of made him understand, but then in the same way, he felt like he understood even less now that before. To him, it just didn't make any sense what so ever, why would it be practical for him to be able to do that, why oh why. Was this his life now? Turning an inanimate object into another, at what point would he have a quill and then need a spoon, or the inverse, if that could ever be done. It was to the young Ravenclaw one of the most pointless things he'd seen so far in this world, and that was including the fact they had a restricted section of a school library. To what purpose did that serve? Why have the books if to not allow the students of the school to read them, but his mind wand wandering, and this girl was promising that him taking the spoon would end with nothing.

"I don't believe you," he told her honestly, since he really didn't, not that his mind could figure out what she might've done to the spoon that would make it dangerous. What could she possibly have done? Théo sighed slightly, "Can't you change it back," he asked though it barely sounded like a question, he looked at the book in front of him, and glanced through the first few pages, trying to see if maybe it would tell him, but books on the history of Merlin did not include how to change things back to what they had previously been, "What use is that spell anyway?" Tholomyès asked, unable to stop the question from slipping out, he just couldn't wrap his head around that, he couldn't see how it was practical or good, to the young Belgian boy it was about as useful as him giving advice about relationships to any older student, he of eleven wasn't going to be any help.
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[Antonia Valkyrie]

She honestly didn't see why the kid was so hesitant to take it. Maybe it was because she was a Slytherin, people did find it hard to trust Slytherins. Or he was just very conscious about these kinds of things, but Antonia was not the kind of person to hex things and then offer them up to small children, at least, not unless they annoyed her. This was all because she just didn't want to carry a spoon around, or she couldn't really be bothered to try and remember or look up the counter spell to get her quill back. She had other quills so it was no bother really, but she just supposed that this was a good way to waste time so she didn't have to get back to her work. The girl knew full well that she would need to get on with it at some point, but for now she was quite happy to just waste as much time as possible and simply pretend that it was something she didn't have to bother with yet.

"Why would I want to hex you?" She questioned quite seriously with a deadpan look, twiddling the silverware around her fingers like she often did with her wand. But soon that continuous action got a little tiring so she quickly stopped. "I've forgotten the spell to change it back, for all I know it might just change back on its own." Probably not, though. Knowing magic there would be some kind of counter spell she was just going to have to look up if she wanted to get her quill back, not that she was too bothered about that. But the final question did leave her a little stumped. What was the point of it? Turning a quill into a spoon did seem to be rather random and not at all helpful in most circumstances. "Not a clue," she responded honestly. "Maybe if it's an emergency and you really need a spoon, but you only have a quill on you or something?"

 

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

The fact that Tholomyès didn't trust this girl, or the spoon she was holding out to him was actually nothing to do with the fact that she was a slytherin, he'd heard things about the house, but currently Ravenclaw were the house with the lowest amount of points so it hadn't crossed his mind that her house would have anything to do with why he wasn't taking it. In fact he would go as far as to argue that it had nothing to do with it. He just didn't know about this magical world, and he didn't trust someone just handing him a spoon in the middle of the room, claiming to have turned it from a quill to a spoon. He looked at her and her very serious question and just shrugged, "I don't know," Tholomyès replied honestly, because he had no explanation as to why she might want to, but still not trusting that she wouldn't do it, of course he didn't know her that well, how was he supposed to make that kind of a judgement call about this girl.

As she continued he wondered if it was possible to find a spell that would turn it back, Théo didn't know it, since he had just arrived in the school and it wasn't like he would know that kind of spell just yet, but perhaps she hadn't learned that spell either. He looked at her, and then down at the spoon, "Have you tried just doing the spell again, maybe it works both ways?" he asked her, genuinely trying to help out despite the fact that his tone had a vague hint of know-it-all-ness to it, which he couldn't really help. As she then explained how the spell was useful, or admitted that she didn't know he frowned slightly, he was finding all of these strange things with the magical world and he felt like he was the only person able to pick out what was wrong with it. The boy shrugged at her, "That's all good and well, but in what possible emergency situation would ever require you to have a spoon," Théo countered, "Unless someone gives you some cake and you don't have a spoon and it's that kind of an emergency but really surely a person could wait or go to a kitchen to get a spoon rather than losing a quill to it,"
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