|Scene Title||Zombies, Ghosts, and Rats, Oh My!|
|Synopsis||Bean and Amber talk at some point after Bean mauled her.|
|Location||First Floor Corridor|
|Date||Apr 3, 1995|
Early Monday morning. Julian has History of Magic. Which is rather unfortunate, because he has a tendency, like most of his peers, to sleep right through the class. He yawns and slings his bag closer to his body, bearing the weight of the day's books (plus a few extra for extra reading). "Bloody hell. Why do we have to have this class first? He never talks about anything but those stupid goblins!" He's muttering to himself, and heading toward the class.
Amber's actually down here for Muggle Studies. Despite the fact that she grew up as a Muggle, she finds that learning about Muggles from a wizard perspective is actually kind of cool. She's still an odd colour. Pale, like she's been out in the cold for too long, with a purple tint instead of the usual red that would be present on skin. Trelawney's fault. Amber doesn't really mind, because she and Perpetua had the best time ever scaring Hufflepuff firsties the other day.
Hey, Amber may be in Hufflepuff, but she also knows that quite a few of them are damn easy to frighten. Anyway, she's done being a zombie for the time being.
On her way to the classroom, she sees Julian, and frowns. See, this is just awkward. But Amber figures there was probably a reason he tried to eat her arm. "Uh, hey. All right, there?" she asks.
"Huh? Oh. Hey, Matthew —" He pauses, nearly completing her name. "You look a little off. Everything alright?" It's not concern; it's flat-out worry. If he's turned someone into a zombie, it's probably grounds for expulsion.
"Got History of Magic first thing. Does he ever talk about anything other than damn goblin rebellions?" Bean shifts his weight from foot to foot, becoming more awake as his nerves tense up. "I'm — uh — I'm sorry about the biting thing." He speaks softly.
"Oh, yeah. M'fine. Jes' Trelawney tryin' ta heal. I guess she oughtta stick wif what she knows, huh?" So now they've said hi, she should just turn and walk into her classroom and end everything there. Except that doesn't happen. "Yeah, I got Muggle Studies. Kinna innerestin', considerin' the way wizards look at things like TV n' all." There's a long pause on her part as well, but she just stares at him as she tries to figure out what to say. "Yeah, abou' that," is what she eventually settles on. "I'm sorry I— Well, I aren't sure what I did, but it musta been bad, so. But 'ey!" She brightens, smiling, pulling back the sleeve of her robe. "Look, all better, right? Jes' — yer kinna freaked me out, kid. I won't lie ter ya."
Julian has had experience deciphering strange accents and manners of speaking, so Amber's thick Welsh accent doesn't faze him. However, the words worry him somewhat. "I freaked you out?" He frowns, looking down at the ground. "Well…" He scratches his head trying to think of how to explain his reaction. "I really don't like being touched, I guess, at least not without a lot of warning. Kind of…" He shrugs. "Some stuff happened and…" He hopes he doesn't have to explain everything. "That…" He looks up again, his gaze landing on where he bit her. "She did? Didn't look like she did a very good job. What does she know?" This last question isn't intended to be disrespectful. He really isn't sure what the woman knows. Divination of course, but that's a bunch of … Well… It's not something he puts much faith in.
"Well, I were runnin' after ya," she says. Kinna thought that'd be warnin' enough. Only reason I flipped ya over was so's I didnae crush you when we landed." It doesn't look like she's going to make him explain anymore. No touching - that's something she can keep in mind. "You should prolly work on that bitin' people thing," she can't help adding.
"Oh, no, I 'ad ta go to Pomfrey. Trelawney just turned me blood purple. That was all kinda weird, too. But it's okay, 'cuz first-year 'ufflepuffs think I'ma a zombie now." She scratches her chin. "Tha'll be 'ard to explain when they figgure out 'ow ta fix things," Amber muses, adding a "Hm," to the end of the statement. "An' Pomfrey says she'll figure out 'ow ta make things right again, so's I'm not too worried. Anyway, I guess Trelawney does fortune tellin'. 'Ere's a tip. Don't let 'er try an' heal ya."
Julian is little, not stupid. "If I've got somethin' to heal, I'll go to the Matron. She took those vines off me pretty easy. Besides, I don't think I have to worry about her for two years…" If he even takes that class. "I don't do it much at all. It's reflex, I think." He looks down and sighs. He really does need to work on that. He's noticed, if not been cautioned on, the need for control of his emotions and actions. "Good advice, though." He'll take the advice from about anywhere. "They think you're a zombie? Like somethin' off the Beeb, or somethin'." He grins. "That's funny. You should sneak up on the little Ravenclaws, too." The little snakes wouldn't believe her, and the little Gryffs might try to hurt her. But the 'Claws… who knows. "Of course, they might want to dissect you to see what zombies look like inside."
"I 'unno, she's kinna fun," Amber says. "I think I might go up there'n see what she's got ta say. Bet she tries ta tell me everythin' 'appens for a reason, even zombie colour. And on that note… "Aye! Me an' Pet — that's me friend, she's a ghost — We went ta tha hall outside th'ufflepuff common room. It was perdy neat. Any'ow, before I plan th'tour, I'm seein' if Pomfrey can fix it. If not, well, I'm sure I'll make due."
Amber does feel the need to say something, though. "I aren't mad at you. I mean, I was, but you aren't done nothin' that can't be fixed, so. Jes' thought maybe you'd wanna know that. 'course, they tell me I can't stay mad at anythin'. I don't think that's exactly true." Being mauled by a first year is kind of comical if you really think about it. "I aren't told no one it was you, neither."
"Why?" Bean doesn't get kindness for kindness sake. It's one of the big reasons he was sorted into Slytherin. What do you want in return? He doesn't voice the question, but merely waits for the response. When Amber mentions Perpetua, Bean looks up. "She was the one that got killed in Hogsmeade, right?" He heard about the Hufflepuff getting killed, but didn't hear all the details. "She's a ghost now?" This is news to him.
Amber didn't really expect to be asked 'why.' All she can do is shrug, which causes her back pack to slide down her shoulder a little bit. "'cuz it'd prolly be really annoyin' for you if everyone in the school thought you went around bitin' people. I 'unno. I thought you could use a break." And that's… pretty much the whole truth. Amber's a Hufflepuff because she cares for people. She worries. And… Okay, she's a little gullible, too, but only because it's fun to believe rumours - honest!
"Yeh," she says about Perpetua, looking at the flagstone floor. "She don't wanna talk about it, but she's a ghost. Kinna weird, knowin' one 'oo used ta be alive. N' I try ta make her feel okay about it." Amber still doesn't know how the she died. It must not have been too violent, since there's no marks on her or anything - that she can find.
Julian nods. "I bet that would be kind of weird. I didn't know her very much. She tried to hug me once." If it's the girl he's thinking of. The pictures seemed to be the same one. "I helped her look for her rat, I think." He frowns. "Well, um, tell her I'm sorry she …" He isn't sure what to say. "Well, tell her she has my sympathies, and…" Yeah, that's enough. "Thank you." The Hufflepuff's sentimentality confuses him, but he'll be polite about it. "I should probably get to class, huh?" He looks toward the door. "Though Binns will probably not notice if I walk in late. He's so unobservant." There's a small smile.
Amber frowns at the mention of that rat. "Look — Julian. If y'ever see that rat again…" She hasn't told this to anyone yet, other than professors. But considering he's helped Perpetua look for the rat in the past… "Kill it. It's an animagus - a bad one. That rat's why Perpetua's dead. I 'eld the bloody thing once, an' if I'da known, I woulda smashed it. It's black, reddish eyes, kinda patchy hair." Amber's blue eyes are intense for all of a couple seconds, before she takes a deep breath and says, "I'll tell 'er. 'ave fun in class. I'll see ya around."
It's a … what? Julian heads off to class with a lot on his mind. He can remember the rat, knows differences between rats fairly well. He gives the girl an idle wave, and strides toward Binns' class. Hopefully, Frenchie is taking good notes, because Bean's won't be worth anything today.