Stop and smell the grass

[innocent_insanity]

WHO: Kurloz Makara
TONE: somewhat macabre
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 13 October, early evening
WHERE: Library
WHAT: Kurloz is taking advantage of Hogwarts' massive library and delving into the medical biology section. (btw he's not wearing his makeup, just his eyeliner)
STATUS: ONGOING

Kurloz had decided to spend the majority of his Saturday sketching. Not completely unusual, and some of the sketches had even been lighthearted ones of the outdoor scenery. He'd even bothered to collect one of the autumn leaves and draw it out in exquisite detail, but then he'd gotten lost in the veins of the plant. Veins had led to thoughts of blood, and blood had led to here, the library, in the shadowy section on biology. He hadn't bothered with the general Healing tomes - he'd gone straight for the titles regarding the transformation and distortion of anatomy through spellwork, staring fascinated at the images depicting various gruesome twisted creatures and failed experiments.

He sat at one of the desks, several of the books piled at his arm as he scanned through one in front of him, eyes fixated on the detailed water-coloured painting of two wizards that had been merged to share one spine, both of their faces in agony as the writer noted that the subjects had not lasted long under the pain.

Comments

[innocent_insanity]

The smile quickly vanished and Kurloz gave Rhys a measured look before writing his simple answer.

you gone and be bothering to show a brother this instead of sending me right on over to the hospital wing.

He tapped the open historical transfiguration book before him, indicating the picture of the woman with metallic legs.

[grandhighwizard]

"Why would I send you to the hospital wing? You're not ill. Merely possessed of a more open and inquisitive mind than most children your age. And it is my job to educate, after all."

He glanced down at the book again. "Even if it's a bit off curriculum."

The man straightened again, and tapped one long finger against his lower lip thoughtfully. "Are you interested in lessons? Or is this a merely idle curiosity?"

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz stared up at him with mild confusion before writing out:

you can get lessons on this stuff?

Then, just because he was a tad wary of the enigmatic Potions professor, he hesitated before adding:

why're you so up and interested in m this?

[grandhighwizard]

Rhys considered the boy for a long moment, thinking. Then he shook his head. "No. I think not. You'll have to take a leap of faith."

"If you're interested, you should be aware of the location of my office and the hours I keep, Mr. Makara. I inform all my students at the beginning of term. Avail yourself of them or not, as you like." He smiled again, then, that predatory grin, full of teeth, that Kurloz's own smile was such an echo. "Good day to you, my lad."

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz stared up at that vicious smile, absently thinking in the back of his mind that he should be terrified of this man, and on some level he was, but for all the wrong reasons. That face itself didn't scare him - it was what he was being invited to do, to take the dark knotted rabbit hole deep into the part of himself that he'd been shying away from for the past year.

Conflicted, he nodded mutely, expression devoid of emotion as he slowly lifted his hand to flap-out in the sign for farewell, mouthing out 'good day' automatically.