<div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i57.tinypic.com/2hgvc3r.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://kittykazoo.com/img/page_separator.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/>The feeling, however minuscule it might have been, of joy that had festered up internally of the boy had just became as fleeting as air when realization had kicked into place when he noticed whom had walked through the doors and how many seat options the individual had for a class just on the brim of being full. He had done his best to keep his features the stone marble he had been so infamous for, a straight line painting horizontally for his lips while his eyes pressed into a narrowed gaze in her direction as she slipped into the seat at his side and began up-packing her things in preparation for the lecture they would be getting. When the greeting parted her lips, his head snapped back into the direction of the front of the class, feeling as if the lingering of his gaze had opened the door to a possibility of a conversation. Deep down Kie knew that there would be some kind of small talk between them just based on the knowledge he had picked up from the girl through out the years, even if they hadn't been anything close at all. In truth, Kieran had almost - at one point - felt a smudge of understanding for the girl but he wouldn't ever wish to reach out to console her. Not that he would even know how to do that if the opportunity presented itself. You see, Kieran had watched this girl pass through her life ignoring the lingering eyes set upon her and the cruel words others might have to say about her very quirky personality. Much in the way they had looked and flinched in his presence due to his rather morphed history. However, the two of them had seemed to have had taken very different routes in life with this sad reality. Perhaps even more proof that their house sorting spoke volumes of the kind of people they had each been, differently. A Hufflepuff was a courageous and kind individual - and if Dacia didn't embody those two very concepts, he wouldn't know who did. That, however, didn't mean he could really just stand everything the girl was. So, when she said her greeting he felt his jaw line flex slightly before he offered a nod in return as greeting, feeling this would be far sufficient enough for this girl to understand it was perhaps the kindest gesture he could create in that short time notice. He could smell a waft of the warm doe from the biscuit before she popped the remains into her mouth and began to chew it down. It was a very inviting scent, he would have to admit. A part of him considered stopping into the great hall to steal one up in the morning, even if it was breaking his own little routine, and though he often didn't find himself too hungry in the morning. He still was human, he still liked things that tasted good. A mental note had been made, as the class began. <br/><br/>Feeling as if he had been rather "giving" with his nod, he felt his eyes training to the board as the lesson began and their teacher began the introduction of the course. His back pressed into the back of his seat, pressing against it and allowing the rest of his body to kind of go slack to create a slouched look. He scanned the board of all it's contents and found himself rather upset with the class they would be getting that day, before it really even got dove into. Kieran was very gifted in his craft, as a lot could come to say. He started leaning things at a young age involving dark art that kind of put him ahead of the game, especially in this class as he knew the other side and how things worked, so he felt as if he was always a slight bit ahead of the game with certain things, though he knew better to voice up on this to avoid the brow raises and further worry on how he obtained this information. That thought alone sent a pinge of guilt in him on his outlook on his father. Granted, the man left him and his mother in a mission with he who shall not be named - But the man did set him up to be a gifted boy with pre-exposing him to things otherwise he'd have been stuck completely in the unknown in classes such as this. He bit down on his lip in thought before he could hear the sounds of light hums swirl from his side, mixed with the movement of swaying. It caused his attention to flick over towards Dacia. She was very much a distraction, and Kieran couldn't place yet if this was a good thing or bad. On one hand, she was a bit too chipper for his taste. The humming and the happy faces all the time seemed to be the complete polar opposite of him, but something about that class just screamed that he needed something to pull him from diving too deep back into his mind to dig up old memories that make things far rougher on him than anything - so in that way, Dacia could be good. Or, she could be bad. She could drive him to the edge of insanity with her own straight jacket personality which could turn him into a crazed wizard on the lose. Ah, but which one was she. The curse, or the blessing.<br/><br/>As she continued on her little humming, he contemplated this for a moment. He considered speaking up - breaking the mold he created of himself and doing something that could be seen as uncommon for the male. He could reach out and hold an actual conversation that didn't revolve a group assignment he pitched in with a word here or there. This was different, though. He never was the type to reach out, hold a conversation with anyone, just anything in general that might paint him in a good light, he was known from ignoring or completely neglecting it in whole. But, his contemplating on what it was he should do was cut short as his ear picked up the low whispers coming from his side, causing his head to turn back. Again, completely unsure if it was a blessing or a curse he was handed. His brow arched upon her features as she expressed the boredom of the lesson given to them, which he obviously agreed with, but the following line he had to admit was a bit... amusing, to say the least. <span style="font-style: italic">"Have you ever considered learning things outside of class, if you're so disinterested what happens in here?"</span> His own words responded in a whisper, turning his attention back to the front of the class again, giving the impression to the teacher he was paying attention when he clearly wasn't. His tone of speech seemed bored in response playing on the possibility of obviousness in his words. That was till shuffling between the students started to happen around the room. People began pairing up, meaning practice was amongst them. <span style="font-style: italic">"Awesome..."</span> He groaned.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://kittykazoo.com/img/page_separator.png">[ img ]</a></div></div>