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Kina was growing accustomed to loping down mile-long corridors and sprinting down staircases before they could jolt to life and start moving with the end-point of [i]elsewhere[/i] in mind, and still arriving late. Classes had come to an end, and Kina had been late to all of them. The castle - with its twisting hallways and sprawling grounds - was child's play to get lost in. Kina had slipped belatedly into each class with cheeks ruby red from exertion and embarrassment. He had a sinking feeling he had already been blacklisted in every professor's book so far, from Charms to Potions.

It was all but guaranteed that Kina would continue to be habitually late to class until he shot up another foot.

And he absolutely, casually, loved the place.

Through the windows he had seen wizards and witches whizzing by on their brooms, robes aflutter like wings behind them as they raced each other around, or tossed balls in flight. There was an air of gaiety and jubilation everywhere that permeated the brick and mortar of the school, made up its culture that must have persisted during the years of renovation prior Kina had heard about in the conversations he had dropped a ear in. The pictures that lined the walls he passed gazed curiously but not hostilely at him, not even restrained by the frames that bordered their images. Some wiggled fingers at him, and Kina flushed in response as he continued to walk by. He was pretty much resolute in his decision to pick up a camera from the magical world. He had tried cracking open his digital one when he had gotten to his dormitory, only to find that his LCD screen just fizzled and crackled at him when switched on. 

[color=00aeef]"Electronic thingamajigs don't work here. The magic offsets it. Can't imagine why you would want still pictures though, when you can have moving ones,"[/color] Rory Bird the Ravenclaw prefect had told him when Kina asked, with a flaming neck and the uncomfortable feeling of being towered over. Bird had then proceeded to thoroughly inspect Kina's camera ([color=00aeef]"And what is [i]this[/i] button supposed to do - [i][b]ohh[/b][/i]."[/color]) and Kina had barely managed to escape with it intact before Bird tried to take it apart and cast a Transfiguration spell on it - to Kina's profound horror. ([color=00aeef]"Oh come on, don't be a spoilsport, this one'll make it sprout legs and dance and pose for you! I've practiced!"[/color])

Ravenclaw House seemed to be full of odd figures like Rory Bird, bright students with sharp minds and quick tongues. Kina had seen some in the common room the night before, casting spells on inanimate objects to make them suddenly very animated. They looked none too simple, but the students had only laughed as they waved their wands and performed their magic impeccably.

Kina wasn't very sure why he was in Ravenclaw, with the bar set so high. He might have shared their passion for learning, but he was behind the rest, and would be playing catch-up for the most part. Which was why he was now headed for a study club he had heard about in the Great Hall during breakfast. A gathering for first-years to learn together. One of the boys who was in Ravenclaw with him seemed to be the mastermind behind the idea. With any hope and frequent sessions, Kina could realistically aim for [i]As[/i] - though, from what he had heard, those weren't necessarily the best.

He was walking down a corridor when he heard laughter ringing from one of the open doors. He leaned forward to covertly peep into the study room to check if it was indeed the right location, but jumped back when a book hurtled past him, missing him by a breath.

Kina looked back into the room, to see a blonde girl on a table, bent double in chortles beside a curly-haired boy he recognised as the Ravenclaw who'd been spreading the good word. Ascertaining that no more books would be flying into him, Kina crept out from behind the wall and bent to pick up the thrown book. He turned back to face the two students, and walked across the threshold, one hand holding tight to the straps of his satchel while the other held the book out to them. 

[color=f7941d]"I think this is yours,"[/color] he murmured, fighting to keep the colour from rising in his cheeks as he approached the desk. [color=f7941d]"This is the study club, yeah? I'm sorry I'm late, I got lost around the green-houses.[/color]" His eyes darted around the brightly-lit room - and its freshly-painted walls, unmarked furniture, and unstained glass panes - before he started, as though remembering something briefly overlooked, and added, [color=f7941d]"I'm Kina Listig."[/color]