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there's more to this brave adventure than you believe

WHO: Vriska Serket & YOU
TONE: Pretty casual?
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: Vriska is playing a game of Wizard's Chess by herself. Come and join her!
STATUS: Open and on-going.

So it was a little difficult to play chess by herself, but after a few stalemate rounds she managed to get into the grove of battling herself for victory. She got the idea over winter break when there was literally nothing for her to do but knit scarves for her great aunt and feed Nicholas, her Greenbottle Blue tarantula. It was a very long break for her, unfortunately.

"Knight to E5." Her words were still heavily accented from her native tongue, but at least understandable. Earlier she had weakly justified this game as speech practice (although it really wasn't, but the idea that it was made her feel better about playing it over and over) and she would stick with that reason.

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The ridiculously tall man that taught Potions to the Slytherins and Gryffindors had been at the staff table for the last thirty minutes or so, perusing a book, but he'd done with it now, and was on his way out of the hall when he spotted the young girl playing chess by herself. He watched her for a few moments, looking faintly amused.

"How often do you win?"

Just as one of her pawns was destroyed she looks up at the professor, having to crane her neck a little to make eye contact. Ah yes, the potions teacher.

She gives a small shrug and moves to brush away the pawn's remains off the board. "Not many. Is mostly end in a draw, but good practice I suppose." Never mind that she's had to spend a pretty coin on getting new chess pieces every time she made a move which became a little aggravating after a while. "Sometimes I lose on purpose."

He strolled over closer to the table, letting his fingers rest lightly on the wooden surface, and examined the board. "And why would you do that?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Challenge. To win all times, it is boring when there is no challenge." She propped her chin up with a hand and pursed her lips at the chess board. The pieces shifted in their stances, awaiting her next order.

She looked up at Rhys again. "Do you play?"

"I play a good many games," Rhys agreed. "Including this one, though it's a bit orderly for my liking."

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It's not often that Murdoc sees a student quietly enjoying themselves instead of causing trouble or blatantly disregarding schoolwork. Though, he's becoming increasingly aware of the fact that it's not often he sees this girl in particular.

He sidles over, trying to be nonchalant about having no idea who she is. She's really of no concern to him, but he likes to know everyone's name so he knows who's name he'll be bellowing down the hall as he deducts points from their house.

"Good move."

She'd have to invest in a few new chess pieces by this point. An unfortunate cost to alleviate boredom (and encourage procrastination on some of her schoolwork), but one she'd carry nonetheless. When he comments on her move she looks up at him.

"Thank you. Do you play?" Her accent was obvious, but thankfully her English was still understandable.

He glances over at the remains of her pieces and almost gives way to the temptation he has to smirk. Instead, he keeps an impassive expression as he looks back toward the strange, little girl.

An eyebrow quirks at the accent and isn't sure if he can place it, or if he should ask. Lord knows he's tired of being asked if he's Scottish.

"I've been known to. It's a valuable hobby, afterall."

She nudges the board at him a little, expression expectant. "Play." She tilted her head a little, a curious look given to him. "Or is it you are no good anymore? Is okay, I go easy on you, professor and all."

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[ Kanaya isn't extremely good at chess, but she comes over to watch. Mostly because girl '-' but also because she still thinks Wizarding things are fascinating, growing up in a house with primarily Muggle influences. ]

Do you know the charm that causes them to move?

[She is contemplating her next move when Kanaya approaches her. She looks up.]

No. Do you?

I want to find it. [ She sits down. ] It might be useful for other things, such as inanimate objects you wish to move on their own accord.

Look in a book? Or question Professor Matteris- a chance she could know. [She shrugs.] Cannot be too hard, no? Is only simple spell, I am sure.

[One of the knights taps their foot in impatience for Vriska to continue the game, but she ignores it for now.] Do you play?

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Nothing could convince Eridan to respect the sanctity of Vriska's boring and obviously pathetically lonely game. He took the seat across from her like he owned it and cast one of his long-practiced sneers at her moves.

"Cheatin' just to win against yourself, Vris?"

She flicked a broken piece of a pawn at Eridan as he took the seat across from him, lips turned into a frown. "Be careful not to stick your face like that, Ampora. It only makes you more ugly."

"Can't get much worse than you, you were ugly to begin with," he drawled, trying to adopt a casual slouch in the chair opposite of her. It looked like he'd been stricken with palsy of the self-respect. "Waitin' for a real opponent to take pity on you?"

"Is what you say to feel better about yourself?" She leaned back a little to cross her arms under her chest as she frowned at him.

"Compared to you? House elf is more opponent than you."

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"There's no point in playing yourself, Vriska," Equius sneered as he set his books on the table and sat down across from her. "You know all the moves you could possibly make in advance, making it impossible for you to challenge and improve yourself. Come, reset the board. I will provide for you a proper opponent."

She pouted her lips at him and shot the Ravenclaw boy a dirty look, but she can find nothing to counter his sneer. So instead she starts to reset the board and purses her lips in her own little sneer.

"Time in your busy schedule to find funny with me, Zahhak?" To find funny really just meaning to humor, but she didn't care. Her accent was as heavy as ever unfortunately.

A small shudder runs down his spine at her words, the awful grammatical syntax bothering him far more than the accent. It was just awful to hear from someone of her class.

"Someone has to teach you how to present yourself properly, Serket," he sniffed, brushing his hair back from his face. "You're certainly not making any effort to do so on your own."

"Go on," he added, gesturing to the board. "I will allow you the opportunity to make the first move."

She frowned again. "I work hard! Is just difficult, is all. I am better writer." And it was true. Writing and understanding English on paper was far more easier for her than actually speaking it. At least she had that to fall back on.

"How kind of you." But she spoke with a partial sneer as she made her first move.

Ah, the new student. René had been meaning to talk to her... Who knew how interesting she might prove to be? He was always on the lookout for young wizards or witches who were both promising and impressionable.

He strode over to Vriska and chuckled softly. "Not much fun playin' alone, is it?"

She has a broken piece of a pawn that she had picked up to fidget with over her next move, tapping it against the table top when he waltzed over. His comment didn't seem to bother her too much as she just shrugged lightly.

"It passes time." Better than cursing lowly at homework.

"Fair enough." He looked over the game board, but it was hard to judge her skill when she was playing against herself. Besides, he didn't play much chess.

"Now, my apologies, but you'll have to remind me of your name."

She looked him over, as if sizing him up despite being a professor. After a brief moment of hesitation she straightens up a little.

"Vriska Serket." She gave him a cute little smile to tag along with her answer.