Alternate RP Too many words

[Elio Boneheart]

Set in the Break before Y48 school year

Elio knew it was time, especially after he'd had to race around to figure out what he'd been missing when he was working out his schedule, there were too many classes and he didn't want to do them anymore. He had no idea what he wanted to do for a job yet, and that was probably going to come back and bite him in the ass if he decided on something he might need a certain elective for (which is why he'd been doing them all in the first place), but now he was so sick of them, he didn't want to do them anymore, so really he'd just shot himself in the foot. He was sitting on the floor of Kael's bedroom, he'd have to leave in a couple of hours before his mum had now banned him from staying the night after she found out they were dating, but he had some time to kill for the moment. So he spread his schedule out in front of him, having broken it up into pieces and placed around so he could actually see how much time each classes taking up, how much extra work he had to put into them for his grades, what his grade currently was, and what he wanted it to be and where he was at for homework.

It was something of a miserable sight really, because it was then broken up into which he enjoyed, those he disliked and the ones he was indifferent about. He hesitated with Ancient Runes and with Arithmancy, because he sort of didn't really enjoy either of them, but he wouldn't have said he'd hated them either until towards the end. Eventually he dropped Arithmancy into the indifferent category and then pushed Ancient Runes over to the disliked category along with History of Magic. He already knew he would probably be keeping all of the core classes, because they felt especially important, but most of the electives, all of them really, were up for deletion from his schedule. He pulled his knee up to rest under his chin and leaned against it, staring - if only he could figure out what kind of a job he wanted, that would make this a lot easier.​

 

[Hinata Edogawa]

Hinata was at home, trying to figure out how to tell her parents her own career plans.​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael had forgotten how busy a household could get with an infant in the house. Granted, he'd been much younger the last time his mum had given birth. He'd just been about to turn seven when Annika was born, so his parents didn't really count on him much to help back then. He could remember Jai and Tiziano helping with Eurydice and Annika back then, though. With his two older brothers now living outside of the manor and barely visiting, he was now apparently the oldest sibling in the house. And he didn't remember holding babies to be nerve-wracking when it was Eurydice and Annika, but nowadays, he was quite aware of just how fragile Henry and Rhian were. It was crazy just how used his parents were to handling them that they were even going to be bringing them on a business trip with them. He'd seen them off after nodding along to their reminders that he should check on Eurydice and Annika, review this and that, and that they'd be back in a couple of days. All regular things.

With his parents and the twins out of the house, he finally went back to his room where he'd left his boyfriend just an hour ago. He didn't expect that he would have been gone long, but apparently, Mikael had been gone long enough that Elio had decided to splash parchment on a section of his bedroom floor. Lots of parchment. And Elio was just staring at it blankly - or what Mikael assumed was a blank stare anyway. He waited to see if Elio would notice that he'd returned as he leaned against the door to just stare at his boyfriend - he still couldn't believe that sometimes. His patience didn't last long though, it usually didn't anyway. "You're going to set the manor on fire with how hard you're glaring at all the parchment."​

 

[Elio Boneheart]

Elio didn't even notice Kael enter the room and so he startled when he spoke, looking up from the glare he'd been aiming at the parchments as he sighed. "Maybe that's what I'm going for?" He said sarcastically, as if he wasn't entirely aware of his entire future potentially up in the air. He can't even properly articulate how annoyed he is that he doesn't know what to do with everything, there's just something about the way this has all played out that is driving him insane. He moved one of the other parchments to the right, near the Ancient Runes and History of Magic, though he didn't really know what he would do about this. He knew he probably wasn't going to drop History of Magic, but, Arithmancy? Care of Magical creatures? As much as he enjoyed those classes, sometimes you just had to do something for yourself. "I'd never be so crass as to burn a hole in your floor."​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael raised a brow at his boyfriend's sarcastic tone: "An Incendio would be a lot quicker than glaring." Elio was very prone to sarcasm around him, but usually, it was because he'd said or done something wrong without him noticing. He couldn't have done anything wrong yet, though, because his parents had called him not long after Elio arrived, and he'd literally just gotten back. As his boyfriend started shuffling the pieces of parchment around, Mikael decided to walk away from the door and towards his boyfriend so he could look at whatever was bothering the Gryffindor, though he already had an idea. "Well, a little control would be appreciated for when you finally decide to burn the parchment," he said as he gestured towards the scattered pieces on his bedroom floor just as he sat behind his boyfriend, legs on either side of Elio. It was nice sitting close like this. Mikael had never been one for public displays of affection - had never been one for touch either. While the former still held true for him being the one to initiate it, he'd never shied away from reciprocating. The latter, well, Elio had always been the exception to all of Mikael's rules. This, in the comfort of his room in Nightray manor and away from the prying eyes of Hogwarts students, he didn't mind initiating physical affection. He reached over and grabbed a single piece of parchment, examining the contents. It was a very detailed... something... about Elio's classes. Calling it a schedule would be an understatement. And there was one for every class taught at Hogwarts? "You have too many classes."​