[right][color=7bcdc8]Wayne Holt[/color]
Great Hall/Transfiguration
[@Dirty Pretty Lies] | [@Potter][/right]

Wayne chuckled, making no effort to dodge the punch. Yes, if Demi wanted to she could have made his arm go numb for an hour with the hit; he might not have had any love or interest for Quidditch, but it didn't mean he didn't hear about her power in controlling a bludger. When she mentioned her summer activity, he simply nodded with a smile. Camp counselor - must be a muggle thing. [color=7bcdc8]"Sounds like you had fun. Next time my father drags me to a match, I'll send you an owl and some tickets to make up for the summer. Next one will be a local league match, though."[/color]

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Sitting through more lectures about the ruins of Hogwarts bored Wayne to no end. Every new lecture about the dangers steeled his resolve to go and explore it. No one ever dared, how terribly pathetic to think not a single person dared see what could be lurking there. There was magic laced into those very stones; who knew what kind of spells could have been lost to those ruins. He couldn't wait - but the first week was not the week for breaking rules and losing his house points. The better time would be closer to Halloween. Besides, it took time to subtly find others willing to tag along. He was curious, not stupid. There were dementors and who-knows-what lurking around that place; he wanted to explore, not die. 

A week of lectures and the usual troubled sleep found Wayne out of bed sitting in the Common Room to read during the night, more often than not. Better sitting there than in his room possibly keeping any of his roommates up. It would get better once classes and clubs started up; he'd be burning energy, tiring himself out.

Despite taking his time in going to class, he still arrived shortly after only a few others did. No surprise one of them was Demi. Nice girl, but she seemed allergic to breaking rules and being tardy. The Slytherin girl - name began with a T, right - talking to her seemed out of place mostly because he couldn't remember a time he saw her interacting with anyone outside of Slytherin. Well, he supposed stranger things could yet happen than an asocial girl actually reaching out in conversation.

Considering the girl had brought up Quidditch, he decided to take a seat away from them. Argint wasted no time jumping up onto the desk; he would move once class started. Sliding into his own seat, Wayne put his feet up and pulled out his new book. Sure he had been reading it for the past week, but this read through was more for learning than seeing what was in it. Argint walked down his legs to curl up in Wayne's lap for absentminded petting while Wayne read.