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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Nov 3 2011, 12:14 PM


played by pip -------------------- 6th year
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Ivor had been tutoring Zamira in Ancient Runes since for about a month now, after their professor had come to him and confessed that the rest of the tutors assigned to her had quit. The professor wouldn’t explain why, instead offering some shifty explanation about changing goals and learning aims that didn’t quite match up in the long run, and told Ivor that for all that he was the best Ancient Runes student in the school, he had better tutor Zamira Gulch to the point where she passed the class—the professor wasn’t fond of failures—or he wouldn’t be getting his customary O. While this hadn’t struck him as particularly fair (and little about life did, to be quite honest)

But everything had gone better than expected.

Once he’d given up on trying to actually impart knowledge, she’d stopped being so off-putting, and once he’d started just doing her homework, she’d started loaning him cigarettes on the condition that he did the same and in equal number. As a result, their friendship consisted of careful tallying of who owed cigarettes to whom and little more. Nevertheless, Ivor had been more than happy to continue with the tutoring, even if it had devolved from attempting to find in Zamira some sort of mild version of the interest and fascination that he had in Ancient Runes to just making sure that she passed the damn class.

It had been a matter of seconds to put a locking charm on the door to the Ancient Runes classroom; having Miranda Goshawk as one of his closest friends went a long way towards helping him get away with things that other students would probably have been caught at. Zamira knew the counter-charm, besides, and he didn’t want to be interrupted while smoking—or tutoring, which was, of course, ostensibly the reason that he’d reserved the classroom. He was bent over one of the many translations he was in the process of working on; this one was prose, oddly enough, one of the histories that the Grey Lady had pointed him to, and he wanted to include it in his next paper. Of course, since so many students at Hogwarts couldn’t read Ancient Runes, it would have to be translated to English.

He’d already finished his own homework, of course, but had brought along his notes anyway in case Zamira was interested enough in passing the class to read them, along with a handwritten copy of an article from one of the first known newspapers in the wizarding world—which was, of course, written in Ancient Runic. Maybe she would be interested enough in the content to read it while he did her homework.

If not, he had a translated (and transliterated, as well; Ivor never did anything halfway) version tucked into his pocket. At least he could pretend that he was trying to teach her something before just handing over the answers—as he did her homework.


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Nov 6 2011, 03:04 PM


played by bez -------------------- 6th year
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It wasn't that Zamira didn't like Ancient Runes, or she would have dropped it along with the other subjects that irritated her. It was that sixth year ancient runes was difficult, and Zamira did not expect much out of her education; she was to be a wife and possibly an author if her husband was to permit it, and so she saw no real need to do any more work than her personal enjoyment saw fit to. It wasn't that she was lazy, either, for she did in fact engage herself with all manner of extra-curricular activities involving the school paper, and she went above and beyond the call of duty when it came to working out her family's finances. It was a general disillusionment with the need for high grades, and so she did the bare minimum to pass the exams and sat and listened and nodded and agreed when her professor despaired of her wasting her mind so much.

Then, when she was given a tutor, she sat at the opposite end of the table and she played games with them, because she was not of the rightly meek or grateful mind that would accept another student's dominion, even if it was for her own good. It was her own damn business if she wasn't passing her classes with the grades that her professors thought she could, and she didn't see the need for other students, of all people, to be involved. It made her irritable - and Zamira was not easy to deal with in a good mood, let alone an irritable one.

But Ivor Dillonsby had surpassed her expectations by simply giving up and doing her homework for her. She'd informed him, with a single raised eyebrow, that such measures were unnecessary and that she was perfectly happy to simply take the fail or lesser grade, but he seemed to take such a pride in cheating that she almost felt bad about denying him it. So it had come to pass that Ivor and Zamira - though not really a friendship, as each considered the other to be less intelligent - developed an accord. An acquaintanceship built around an exchange of illicit goods and understated complaints about the rest of the school.

Such a friendship suited her down to the ground, and so she was in a fairly good mood as she found the door locked and immediately waved the counter charm over it in such a fashion that it almost looked lazy. That was her problem, see - no lack of talent, but a definite lack of ambition. It was that dominating apathy creeping in again.

Pushing at the door now it was unlocked, she'd slipped inside and recast the charm before she'd bothered to blink, and then she was casting a glance over him to perform her usual and entirely selfish check on other people's moods. She had something of a bad habit of making excuses and running away if it felt like it was going to get personal, and it had been a problem with broken-down tutors in the past; fortunately, Dillonsby did not seem to be one of them.

"Afternoon, Ivor," she announced, slightly belated as she moved to the desk and perched in a chair, slipping her bag onto the desk and her chin onto a bony hand. "What wonders do you have for me today?"


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Nov 7 2011, 02:05 PM


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He looked up when she entered, something on his face that might properly be called a smile on someone else; but Ivor rarely smiled.

"Hullo, Zamira," he said. "If you have the worksheet, I have a passing grade for you." Honestly, he didn't consider what they were doing cheating, despite the fact that he'd recently and completely hypocritically passed judgement on Miranda for doing something remarkably similar for Willy Wagstaff. Homework, he'd reasoned, was on a completely different level than essays: worksheets were done in the blink of an eye, simply filling in rote answers than just about anyone could reason about with the help of the textbook, whereas essays required at least a modicum of semi-original thought. It was a point of pride, however pathetic, that Ivor had never (yet) cheated on an essay, even the ones he stayed up through the entire bloody night to finish.

Setting down his cigarette in the saucer he'd lifted from breakfast years ago and carried around in a spelled pocket of his robes (charms against breaking and shattering, mostly) for use as an ash tray, he flipped his own book shut and pushed it aside before taking the runic article from his pocket. Unfolding it like it was some sort of prize for her, he flattened it almost gently against the table before sliding it towards her.

"And some reading material," he admitted. Despite the fact that he already did her homework for her without even the slightest complaint, he could at least try to get her to read something in runic. Zamira wouldn't get the transliteration until she told him she didn't feel like reading the original, and she wouldn't get the translation until she complained enough to distract him from her homework. It was the last remnants of the effort he'd previously put into tutoring her, really. "It's an article about when Cliodna drowned on the strand at Glendore."


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Nov 7 2011, 02:16 PM


played by bez -------------------- 6th year
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"Cheerful reading, then," she replied, observing the way he unfolded the page and thinking him, not for the first time, rather ridiculous. This was nothing new or anything to even take offence to; Zamira thought most people were ridiculous. It wasn't really a superiority complex, for she rarely thought of herself as superior to anyone, but it was certainly a condescending amusement at the quaintness of others. Still, she reached out and took it with her free hand, scanning over the page and picking out runes she thought she knew even as she rummaged in her bag for her worksheet. Being an inherently self-serving creature whose pride was focused around things other than integrity, she, too, saw nothing wrong with the rather one-sided nature of their meetings.

Pushing her paper wordlessly across the table, she brushed her hair behind her ears with her free hand, briefly adjusted her neckline (it was uncomfortable; she did not adjust her clothing for the benefit of others). It was a minute or two before she finally raised her eyes, offering a slight shrug in return. "Fascinating as I'm sure it is, my fluency in runic is not feeling up to par today." She had already guessed he had a transliteration or even translation on him; for all her faults, she was quite good at reading people when she could understand their motives, and ego was one flaw she could discern from the rest.


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Nov 7 2011, 02:44 PM


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He shrugged at her comment as he pulled her worksheet towards him, pulling a quill from his book bag. Ivor preferred to work in pencil on his own translations due to the ease of correcting mistakes, but the professor always expected work done in ink. There wasn't really anything to say in response to it; for all that Ivor's own sense of humour verged dangerously on sarcasm, he still had nothing on Zamira. Trying to respond would only lead him into a deeper morass into which he had no desire to wade. With his over-active sense of when people were better at something than he was, he knew that attempting to match Zamira's comments with his own would only lead to minor (or major, depending on how awfully he flailed) disaster.

The translation worksheet was going well by the time she admitted that she couldn't read it. Ah, there was common, familiar sense of superiority that he could never quite get around his friends. It wasn't a particularly difficult article, as one of the lessons earlier in the year had covered all the different runes for death and ways of dying. "That's all right," he said, with a similarly bony shrug, and dug into his pocket for the transliteration. "Try this one instead, it's halfway to English."


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Dec 13 2011, 08:26 AM


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"Aren't you a dear," she observed, through a slight smile and a quirk of the eyebrows as she retrieved a cigarette rather than a quill and lighting it within moments. There was no point in charming away the smoke, for the castle hadn't even heard of detectors, and it wasn't as though Professors didn't freely smoke through their lectures in any case. Taking the transliteration from him, she scanned over it a second time, picking out the appropriate words this time and even managing to read about half of it before she grew bored and let it lay limply on the desk once more.

"Isn't that just the most scintillating piece of fiction I've ever read," she commented, lazily, settling back in her chair and glancing around the classroom. "I have no idea why anyone in our class could possibly fail, fascinating as it it." Perhaps she was laying it on a little thick - in truth, she hadn't even found the passage that boring - but, then, that was Zamira.


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Dec 18 2011, 05:59 PM


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"You're welcome," he said absently, taking it for as close to legitimate thanks as Zamira ever came. Then he worked in silence while she worked on the transliteration, the only sound in the room Zamira's exhalations and the scratching of Ivor's quill across her homework. He wondered, vaguely, as he dipped his quill into the ink pot and tapped the excess ink off on the lip of the pot, if the professor ever recognised his handwriting on two separate pieces of homework. But the professor had never said anything, and so the arrangement continued.

He glanced up at her when she set down the transliteration, brows raised and lips quirked slightly, betraying his amusement. "Perhaps," he said, setting down his quill so that he could dig into his pocket for the straight translation, "the people failing are class aren't just made for reading runic. Here." He slid the translation across the table towards her so that it lay over the paper he'd given her previously. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it more when you actually know what it says." Then Ivor turned back to Zamira's homework, although he kept one eye on her to see what, if any, reaction she had to the story.

For all that he did his best to look down on those who couldn't read runic, he still liked it when other people found his subject interesting. It was one of the main reasons that their tutoring sessions had slowly transformed into making ancient runes as easy for Zamira as possible.


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Dec 30 2011, 10:53 AM


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"Oh, you misunderstand," she replied, making no move to take the translation and seeming just as amused for Ivor's arrogance. She was not the type to easily take offence to jibes at her intellect, mostly because her ego was robust enough to take the punches when they came (which wasn't often) but also because she had a self-serving disinterest in what others thought of her. "I could understand it just fine," which was probably one of the reasons her professors became so frustrated so quickly with her. She had never been lacking in ability to pick things up and understand them - she just wasn't willing to apply it.

Picking up the transliteration in order to lazily glance through the second half, it wasn't long before she was reading the first paragraph aloud in order to prove her point. Falling silent after the second sentence, point well and truly proved, she glanced towards the windows instead, taking a mouthful of smoke and pushing a hand through her hair. "So what've you been up to this week, Dillonsby?"


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Jan 1 2012, 10:53 PM


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Ivor was tempted to join Zamira's professors in being frustrated; if she was able to read it even when merely transliterated, why hadn't she done so in the first place? (It was a good thing for the disinterested learners of the world that Ivor had no plans to ever become a teacher of any kind.) To cover up his shock at her just reading off the transliteration like that - so she had been learning, although he doubted he could attribute any of it to his own tutoring - he took his own cigarette, mostly gone to ash, up from his makeshift ashtray and treated himself to a drag, as well.

"The usual sort of thing," he replied with a casual shrug of skinny shoulders, which for him translated to 'nothing terribly interesting, going from Ravenclaw Tower to class to the Great Hall to more classes to the innumerable extracurricular activities that Grugwyn and Damocles and Miranda had insisted he join and back to the tower with trips to the library in between.' "Although the gobstones tournament is coming up soon, I think." With his usual wry smile in place he set down his cigarette again and turned toward Zamira, picking up the quill once more in thin, nervous fingers. "Is the paper planning on covering such a thrilling event?"


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Jan 14 2012, 12:59 PM


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"Yes, actually," she replied, raising her eyebrows and treating him to a wry grin that might put one in mind of a shark, or some other predatory animal with sharp, very white teeth. Leaning slightly closer, as though she was conveying on him a great secret, she smirked a little. "I have an in with the president of the club, you might say. It's not often that Hogwarts is exposed to the thrill of competitive Gobstones." Leaning back again, pausing to catch smoke in her mouth and inhale deeply, the Zamira-ish look fell off her face a moment later, replaced by something not exactly soft, but a little closer to genuine kindness.

"Besides, I thought the club could use some spice and sparkle. Something Betty-esque, to entice new joiners. It has Edwin Zonko, after all." Not bothering to glance back at the work, perfectly happy to completely ignore it now, she pushed a hand through her long hair and eyed him again with that typically her sort of sarcastic amusement. "Will you be competing?"


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Jan 16 2012, 03:32 AM


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Ivor's first instinct was to laugh, really, at the thought of Zamira trying - never desperately, he didn't think he'd ever seen her in an state more emotional than highly amused - to pull a scandalous, interesting, headline-grabbing (insofar as stories competed for the headlines in the school newspaper, anyway) interview out of Eileen Prince. Then her expression changed behind the cloud of smoke; although it quickly shifted back to the look that he was far more used to seeing on her face, he'd still noticed it. Even as he spoke, though, the quill didn't stop moving, although he was almost done with the assignment. Doing it the second time was so much faster, really.

"An in with Prince," he said appreciatively, although his own mouth was twisted into a more condescending echo of Zamira's amusement. "That's better than I've got, really. Grugwyn Rufford insists I join him in the thrill of competitive Gobstones." He drop his gaze for a moment, to the parchment, and scanned it quickly; as usual, his work in runes was correct, so he slid it across to Zamira. "I'm only competing because my friends would never forgive me," he added, eager to justify his participating in what even Ivor considered a contest for people below him on Hogwart's social ladder. "If you want spice and sparkle, though, I'd suggest you avoid my matches. Try Zonko's, I'm sure the Gobstones will explode."


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Jan 16 2012, 08:23 AM


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"Grugwyn?" An odd little laugh escaped her then, because she was suddenly reminded of the exchange she'd had with him only a few days prior. It was no sudden revelation to her that Ivor spent his time with that odd little clique of geniuses, but the reminder was firmly on the entertaining side. Taking back the essay and tapping her wand on it in typically Zamira, lazy fashion, she folded it and slid it back into her bag before she completed her thought. There was rarely anything hurried about anything Zamira did - though it was, admittedly, as much because she preferred to be viewed as a languid animal as it was that she was rarely actually hurried or emotional. "We had the most fascinating exchange about notes he'd been taking on another student only two days ago. Very eye-opening."

There was little kindly about her when it came to people outside her social circle, and there was certainly nothing kindly about the amused way she referred to Grugwyn, no matter how sure she was that Dillonsby was his friend. After all, it wasn't like he couldn't know how odd a boy Rufford was.

"I'm counting on our friend Edwin to be my main entertainment," she confided, eventually, itching at her forearm before smoking her last and releasing the smoke absently. "One can only ooh and ahh so many times at spitting rocks."


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Jan 22 2012, 08:38 AM


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"Yes, Grugwyn," he said, voice almost tired rather than as defensive as it should have been for someone defending his friend from criticism. But, having been regarded as a handy experiment and observational tool (unfortunately, Ivor was usually not the control) for Grugwyn for most of his time at Hogwarts thus far, Ivor found it rather difficult to muster up the sort of indignation necessary to provide any sort of sincere defence. "He must have found someone else to observe for a while, then."

It didn't surprise him, really; Grugwyn had reams of notes on students all over Hogwarts, and he fully suspected that he had more back at home on the Muggles who lived all around him. Neither did it surprise Ivor that Grugwyn had been so open as to describe exactly what he'd been doing with all those notes. If he'd had any sense of social cues, Ivor might have had suspicions about the possibility of a future article in the school paper; as it was, he found the topic of his friend to be particularly grating when he was finally doing something at which he was good.

So he latched onto the discussion of the innate boredom that came with playing gobstones with uncharacteristic interest. "I find I get about one of each before there's no point any longer," he confided. "I have faith to coax a few more out of your readers, though."


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Zamira Gulch
Posted: Feb 12 2012, 10:41 AM


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Smirking a little and folding a hand under her chin to lean forward conspiratorially, Zamira raised her eyebrows.
"Are you usually the one he's observing, then?" She asked, her voice laced with what might have been concern if it wasn't Zamira doing the asking. Rather taken with the idea of Grugwyn seeing no distinction between friend and experimentation victim, she could already feel the petals of an idea blossoming in her unfortunately sharp mind, and couldn't help but continue to smirk in her own, absent sort of way as she glanced back down at the desk again.

Shrugging and stretching her neck a little at more talk of gobstones, she pulled half a lazily amused face. Ivor's uncharacteristic interest did not strike her; though she was usually good at reading people, she already had her story, and she was not naturally curious enough about others to really care for how he might be feeling. "One would hope. Betty will probably turn it into a daring game of life or death rather than a dull, smelly one of dull, smelly people. Except Eileen, of course," she amended, though unhurriedly.


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Ivor Dillonsby
Posted: Feb 24 2012, 11:05 PM


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Instead of launching into his more customary complaints about the extent to which Grugwyn observed him - apparently the other Ravenclaw knew his pulse at rest - he said, perhaps a bit guardedly, "On occasion, I guess." On some occasions, Ivor was keen enough to pick up the social cues of body language and tone of voice that he usually missed. This, fortunately for Grugwyn, was one of them; for all that Rufford would probably be the person who finally drove him into the long-term patient's ward at St. Mungo's, Ivor was aware enough of his lack of friends that he occasionally expended the effort necessary to defend them.

So he was more than happy to latch onto the topic of gobstones, really. "Oh, of course," he replied dryly, refraining from pointing out that she had essentially just labelled him as 'dull' and 'smelly.' Well, if he was going to be honest with himself, it was probably better than what a lot of people at Hogwarts called him. At least the first half - 'dull,' not 'smelly' - was most likely accurate; hardly anyone thought that Ivor's academic specialities were anywhere close to interesting. "What a talent Betty has. I suppose the ink will become poison?"


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