Best Worst Studybuddy

Valentine walked through the tall and endless maze of books that was the school library- his favorite location on the campus, truly. It was easy to navigate for him, comfortable rather than intimidating. He appreciated that crisp paper smell, the light hum of magic around all the information there was to access, and the respectful hush. He hated noise, so obnoxious, so unhelpful to his already delicate senses.

He wasn't here simply here for the surroundings, however, not today. More for a curiosity. There were very few reasons that he could be compelled to show up to school- and one of them happened to be for the people.

The red hair and fox features made her easy to find. She also had… rather covered a table with books and papers. There were barely any parts of the surface that were visible anymore. Val's lips quirked slightly in an amused smile. Cute.

Val approached in no hurry, not hiding and not wanting to startle the girl, since he'd heard from their teacher about her disability. He slipped his messenger bag off of his shoulder and onto his claimed chair, sitting opposite to his classmate.

The young man quietly examined the other again, now that he was far closer. Versailles Amaranth, his age, forensic science major with a minor in psychology. Interesting, possibly, could make for a decent conversation partner, but he wouldn't overestimate anyone so instantly. He wondered what her motives for studying what she did were, as that always gave away so much. If she was dull, of course, as people tended to be, at least she was still… cute. Ha. How very shallow of him. Femininity, soft and sharp edges, left such a good taste in his mouth.

He reached across to give the pretty girl a gentle tap, to properly get her attention. He smiled at her. "Good evening. Versailles, correct? Valentine Crowther, but please, call me Val. It's lovely to meet you, and I look forward to working together."

Ah, jumpy. What a nice sound she'd made, and now, stuttering. Valentine rested his chin in the palm of his hand and peered at her, entertained. "Mm, no, I just sat down- and so I've noticed. Your focus was endearing, adorable even. I can get lost in such things as well, though, so I understand. There's no need to apologize."

He shifted to reach into his bag and pull out a few journals, a bit worn around the edges, unlabeled, and set them down on top of Versailles' mess. "Trauma around anything is always a fascinating subject, one I've taken plenty of personal notes and studies on over the years. The assignment we have is fairly simple, a bit dull, even, but I'm sure we can make the most of it."

He offered a journal. There wasn't anything specifically incriminating in it, simply a great deal of up close experience that may be seen as odd. It didn't matter in this situation, since helpful was more important than odd. And his writings were more than insightful. A pretty face, prettier words, and intelligence always gave one an upper hand.

Besides. He wasn't even planning anything just yet. Simply testing the waters. Appreciating a cute girl. Perfectly normal things.