Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 12:40:43 GMT -7
RJ didn't spend a lot of time in the common room. There were always too many loud people in there, and he always felt like he was being silently judged. It wasn't true most of the time, but he did stick out like a sore thumb, and the old fears didn't want to die. Luckily for him, the common room was blissfully empty today. He curled up in one of the plush lounge chair by the fireplace, laying Les Misérables as flat as possible in his lap. It was such a long read, but it was one of his favorites. He tried to tuck his legs into the chair, but, as large as the chair was, he was still larger. He settled for crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair.
The only sound in the room was the gentle rustling of pages as he flipped them. It was still much to warm to light the fire, though the ambient noise of crackling flames coupled with his turning pages would provide a lovely background music. His eyes trailed over the words, and he felt a smugness about being bilingual. Most of his pastime reading material was in French, and he could read it just as quickly and easily as he could English. His father had never really picked up on the French language, but his mother had insisted that Carcer and RJ be taught French from birth. RJ caught on to it like lightning, and he often switched between the languages without thinking about it. It was something he had that very few others did. It was almost like a superpower, as naive as that sounded. But if he wanted to curse someone, he could do it in French. Flustered about his homework? Complain in French. Stumbling over his words? A few French syllables would fix that right up.
He laughed softly to himself and continued reading. Superpowers, sure. He had an enhanced build and strength and was impervious to most simple magic, but speaking French made him a superhero. He looked up and around the common room and saw a girl standing there. Now he suddenly wished he had the power of repulsion. His face turning red, he averted his gaze and mumbled, "Um, hi."
cordelia regan smith