RAVENA FAWLEY
Location: Duelling grounds
Time: Monday afternoon
Interactions: Caleb O'Neill -
@DayDreamer
"It's not magic that is the nightmare."
"No. No, it's not," she agreed.
"That's why I'm here."
Vague confirmation hid a miles-long list of reasons behind Ravena's engagement: those personal, those done as a favor, and those of great importance to more than just a few. And perhaps because of the latter, she held their entire brief meeting in high regard. There were times where her patience was measured in seconds. Had it only been different? Plenty of other things would have been different as well. While many she'd willingly send on their way some happy little accidents she wouldn't trade for the world.
"It's a deal."
Music to her ears. It wasn't necessarily the most fortunate one, but it was the one she needed to hear. Leaving all the tiresome details and undertones aside, Ravena grinned, vigorously accepting his hand in a firm, optimistic handshake.
"Smart b-." Oh. Right.
"Smart. I won't disappoint you, chief," she chuckled.
"Now. Let's see here..." Mumbling to herself, Ravena rummaged through her jacket's pockets.
"Ah!"
Briefly digging around her inner pocket, she took out a rough-looking miniature notebook wrapped in weathered black leather. As soon as she laid it on the palm of her hand, the notebook grew to a usable size.
"Probably the most useful little thing I was ever given, mind you." Professor Elin was indeed a great friend to have. Not only did friendship with him mean crucial support, but it also meant a lot of cool gadgets, much like what he loved to call the Shifty Jotter.
"Mmh... Number 5 is taken, number 13 is a no. Number 22 is also taken... 33, perhaps?" Ravena asked the empty pages of the notebook as she flipped through them. Some of them pitch black, some of them worn-out white, but blank nevertheless. After a few more flips, she sighed.
"Alright, well, you tell me then. Smartass." The notebook remained silent for the moment. Then, just as it began to seem she is just out of her mind, it jerked lightly and quickly flipped through its pages back and forth. Drumming her fingers in the meantime, Ravena offered Caleb an apologetic smirk.
"Any day now. Would have been nice for it to come with some idle tunes but eh..."
Finally, it paused mid-way, flipped a few more, then settled right in the middle.
"Oh!" Ravena exclaimed curiously.
"You sure about that?"
A moment later, large inked and decoratively written number 50 emerged on the blank page. A confirmation. Ravena smirked and shrugged.
"If you say so. Here goes!"
With a swift movement, Ravena tugged on the page. It came off relatively easy. As soon as it did, the number written on it obtained a more tangible quality - the one of coal dust.
"50 it is," Ravena confirmed, extending her arm once again to hand off the blank page to Caleb.
"And this is how you will find me, number 50," she jested.
"Whenever you're available for a lesson, just write to me. It is a coded, confidential channel. In it, no names are needed. I will know it is you. Much like a phone book or a weird little contact list, if you will."
Back in the notebook, instead of the ripped page, the inky black dust rose up and spread down the spine, forming a new page. This time a pitch-black one.
"Any time. I will likely find a moment or two to hang out."
After concluding that her initial mission was done, Ravena packed up the Shifty Jotter and rose up.
"Well, mister O'Neill. I bid you farewell for now," she nodded in greeting.
"We wouldn't want you to earn a detention now, would we?"
With amused laughter, she stepped backward and saluted him casually.
"Remember. Any time."
A peculiar mist formed around her feet, sliding upwards as she disapparated with a windy
whoosh.
"See you later, alligator!" echoed through the air when she vanished.