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Fitz smiles a little as pranks start to be played on people. "Come on people, you have to manage expectations." He shakes his head and tries to meet Xanthe's gaze. "Do you see me spiking the punch? No. Once you set an expectation you never live up to it." Fitz tries to put a hand on his date's back ...

Fitz trying some weird potions thing in the woods...that somehow involves burning a bunch of stuff?

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"The Magnum Opus..." Fitz fiddles with his notes. "The elevation of the soul of materials. Well, I was going to have to start somewhere. The Thunderbird sweat lodge was, at the very least, a place where a large fire wouldn't draw too much attention and no one would offer too much scrutiny. "The firs...

"Oh good, I wasn't sure if I had scared you off or not." Fitz typically wore nice clothing, but usually with...disdain, almost. His hair was usually ruffled and tie askew, but now it was combed back, and with robes tailored to look as if they had belonged to a suit-coat. When everything came togeth...

Xanthe did not dress up. She didn't even know *how* to! Sure, she'd made sure she was *presentable* and everything, but how did one dress up for one of these things anyhow? Besides, people would just make jokes about her again anyway. Probably like how she didn't need a costume to be creepy or spoo...

Fitz snorts and gets up, ruffling Xanthe's hair as he goes past. "Who's making stuff up? I'll meet you outside the hall."

"Um...yes. Duh." Ftiz seems puzzled by the confusion. "Hair as black as a raven's feather, features that could be carved from ivory..." There is a pause, as if words seem to be recalled. ""She walks in beauty live the night of starless skies and cloudless climes, and all that's best in dark and brig...

"Oh. Well. It serves me right for assuming." Fitz feels the beginning of a blush creep across his face. "Well, if you don't have a date. And I don't have a date. I mean..." Fitz pauses, "Will you go the dance with me Xanthe? I mean, not because we both got rejected, but because you're really cute an...

"I dunno, the general "they" of the gossip market. Something about you and he going out since you kicked his ass in the duel, and then you want along with him and were gone for a while...I'm going to go shut up now. But yeah, hard. Super hard. And ah crow, I'm at it again." Fitz looks away for a mom...

"What what?" Fitz deadpans, looking over his Housemate. "I had heard that you two were a thing. And wait-turned you down? As in, you asked him out, and he said no?" Fitz pauses, collecting himself as he realized something. "Merlin's Pants, I just stepped in it this time. I just...assumed." Fitz shak...

A familiar glimmer alerts Fitz to company. "Oh hey Xan. I guess this thing is easier with you, huh? How did John ask? Maybe I can use the tips."

If there is any surprise or unease about the eyes that seem borderline iridescent, Fitz hides it well.

"Ugggghhh..." Fitz let's out an exasperated groan to no one in particular. "Is this the "dating" I heard so much about? Because, looking at it now, it kinda blows"

He knew he wasn't the only one to have struck out.

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Hey, I'm in good company

Fitz has become vestigially aware that people are being asked out...and asking out someone unobtainable was normal, right? That's what everyone else was doing, weren't they? You might as well go for it, shouldn't you? He settled on Amy Gillam, a sporty 7th year redhead Thunderbird (popularity 4). ht...

There was no reason for Fitz to be struggling in Herbology. He was one of the best in the class in Potionsmaking, and half of the ingredients that he would need to use came from that class. There was every expectation that it was something that he should excel at. Except he just plain didn't want to...

For Defense Against the Dark Arts, Fitz really puzzles over what to do. It really is a quandary: the school wants them to know enough about the Dark Arts to defend against it, but knowing too much...well, he had been chewed out for lifting a bust out of turn. Fitz did not want to imagine the repercu...

Fitz puts practically zero prep into his Potions mid-term. In four years, Higglebottom had almost never gotten tricksy on a midterm, focusing on making sure that his students could make a potion, one they had practiced before, on their own. Exam blocks were typically extended longer than standard cl...

In midterms, are the Best, middle worst requirements referring to pure ranks or normal dice pool?

Fitz compiles a whole slew of notes, though an expression of wonder and surprise comes over his face while he works.

"Thanks for the help. Do you have a list of the books that I took?" It's mostly a rhetoical question as Fitz is copying down volumes he took.

"Well bring her to our next party then. Maybe we can corrupt her." Fitz seems distant as he grabs at the papers. He has a puzzle to solve, speaking aloud but no longer paying attention. "Well, short words let you know what vowels. Assuming its English, E is the most common letter. Look for common pr...

"Aww, is someone feeling a little Horny?" Fitz nudges Sylvain teasingly. "She is cute, I don't blame you. Fitz peers at the notes, trying to see if anything jumps out at him. Trying to Crack the Cypher-History (Intelligence) at Hard : 2eA+2eP+3eD 4 successes, 2 threat http://orokos.com/roll/images/e...

"Oh thank God, I thought my title of Fifth Year Bookworm was in trouble."

Fitz peers over the notes. "I'm not shocked that someone took a look, more that we dont make a ritual of ending the underclassmen if we knew anything."

Fitzs brow wrinkles as he starts to read. "Did one of us...make a cypher?"

"Syl what the hell are you up to?" Fitz peers at his housemate. "Are you...studying?"