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 The mute leading the deaf, tag: Cian Chevalier
Barnaby Pye
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 08:12 AM
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Age / 17

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / London, England

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Author Alias / "Jane Doe"

Timezone/ CET (France)

Post Count/ 38







Barnaby wasn’t a big fan of change and a lot of things had been changing over the past few years for him. To come back to Ilvermorny and find that another set of professors were leaving, not to mention one of his favourites (Professor Griesly but only because he taught the only class which provided actual entertainment to Barnaby besides the usual pleasure of perfectly finishing a class assignment) was devastating. He didn’t need more bad news in his life!

Professor Meyers wasn’t so bad, he supposed as he took out some parchment and a quill to begin work on the puzzle they had been given. The assignment was a little easier than he expected, but at the same time he was certain that some of his classmates (he refrained from looking at who but he knew if he were the sort to gossip then everyone would know exactly the witch he was talking about) would struggle greatly with the assignment. Why someone like Caelia Lucan was even taking a class like this was beyond Barnaby but even though it annoyed him, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. If the dead brained girl wanted to take something intellectual for the heck of it, he wouldn’t stop her. So long as she didn’t slow down his learning or interrupt his thinking processes.

He started by listing out all the sets of hieroglyphs which repeated themselves the most. It would be easier to narrow things down from there and he hardly expected it to take the whole lesson. Barnaby was just starting to get into the groove of things, however, when his quill snapped. He let out a groan of frustration and checked his bag for a spare quill. No luck, that had been his spare. He was supposed to have gone to town the past weekend to get himself some new ones but it had been a rare occasion when he’d had the dorm room to himself and he had made best use of that, fiddling away at his desk with an unusually large stack of papers which had absolutely nothing to do with school and everything to do with his missing brother.

Barnaby looked to his left, no one. He looked to his right, Cian Chevalier. Just his luck, he was sitting next to the deaf kid. This was actually, for Barnaby at least, a good thing in most situations. It meant that he wouldn’t have to hold a conversation because he wasn’t going to bend over backwards for the Chevaliers like the rest of the school seemed to have, a bunch of brainless idiots learning sign language with apparent ease even though their simple Transfiguration theory lessons stumped them. But now it was an issue because he needed to borrow a quill or at least some sort of writing utensil.

Barnaby sat in silence for a moment, not working on anything as he contemplated whether or not he wanted to ask for help from one of them, the transfers who had proven that his classmates weren’t inept at learning, just lazy if they didn’t feel like it. Finally, he poked the sixth year. “Quill, broken,” he said, gesturing to the nib which was split and hanging. “Do you have one?”



Cian Chevalier

*The title is a reference to Barnaby being unable to speak the language of compassion. He is not actually mute as evidenced by his speaking to Cian.

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Cian Chevalier
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 01:27 PM
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"Key-in"

Age / 17

Blood Type / Halfblood

Hometown / East Haven, Vermont

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Author Alias / Grace

Timezone/ Central

Post Count/ 264







Cian was suitably impressed by Professor Meyers’ animagus transformation. While he had now explored several different forms of magic, becoming an animagus was not a path he was interested in. While it would be enlightening to know what your inner animal was, it didn’t seem quite worth it. Perhaps for some professions, like an auror, it would be helpful to be able to shift into an animal form. However, Cian couldn’t think of any practical use it would have for him. Besides, what if you went to all that trouble and it went wrong or you learned that your inner animal was something awful and useless, like a banana slug?

Ancient Runes, however, was worth the effort. It was yet another alternate form of magic that didn’t involve a wand and, as Katie had pointed out, was somewhat similar to the process of fitting signs or words together to create spells. Sometimes Cian daydreamed of one day mastering all wandless forms of magic, managing just as well as any wizard with signed magic, voodoo magic and runes.

But for now, he had to figure out this riddle. The first thing he did was write out dashes and spaces corresponding to the symbols and spaces Professor Meyers had put on the board. Not being a good artist like Chloe and Rory, Cian didn’t want to attempt to draw out the hieroglyphs, but he could at least now take notes and begin to fill in the letters as he went. Since they already knew it was a riddle, he went with trying to guess full words first since there were only a few words that a question could start with. Four letter word followed by two letter word. He tried ‘what is’ which appeared to be a reasonable hypothesis given that it gave him ‘that’ for the next word. He then began to fill out the same symbols from the first line into the rest of the blank spaces with the same corresponding symbols.

This first tactic got him several partial words. Was the next two letter word ‘in’? The ’n’ hieroglyph repeated several more times. It was then that Cian felt a poke. He turned, feeling a bit irked. Of course, people often touched him to get his attention, but he preferred to be tapped rather than poked. The words went unheard, but the point to his broken quill was clear enough. Cian nodded and then fished another quill out of his bag to hand to his housemate. Given how much he resorted to writing, he always had a writing extra implements on him.

He was about to go back to his work, but then figured why not combine their efforts? From what he could see, they seemed to be taking different approaches. Work together? he wrote on the corner of his own paper.

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Barnaby Pye
 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 08:26 AM
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Age / 17

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / London, England

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Author Alias / "Jane Doe"

Timezone/ CET (France)

Post Count/ 38







Cian handed Barnaby a quill and the rather taciturn Horned Serpent went back to his work, giving Cian a nod and a gruff “thank you.” It wasn’t personal, he just didn’t see the necessity in having a drawn out conversation when one wasn’t necessary. Besides, he wanted to get this work done and the best way to do that would be to work alone and in silence.

The Chevalier, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have the same idea. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an abnormal movement and glanced ever so slightly at his neighbour’s paper. It was a mess of dashes and lines and in the corner was a tiny note which seemed to be addressing him. Barnaby blinked. Someone wanted to work with him and partners weren’t required? It was a surprising notion. He had spent seven years at this school being so solitary and prickly (on purpose, he added even though it was only himself he was thinking to) that he was sure not many people would willingly approach him to work together.

There had been moments of kindness, sure. He had tried to help Gia out when Jax’s secret had almost been leaked to the school but that had been a long time ago and he got the feeling that she didn’t really think he’d been helping. He’d been nice to Danni that one time at the winter ball earlier that year, he remembered. But she hadn’t really been in a Christmas-y mood which was alright for Barnaby since it wasn’t necessarily his favourite holiday either.

He looked back at his own paper, a mess of symbol sets and potential words they could be scrawled under them. He thought he had figured out T, H, A, E, I, and N this way already which meant he was also pretty sure he knew what W was even though it only appeared one time on the sheet in front of him. He was closing in on S and N, he was certain, which would be very helpful since one of those two letters seemed to appear elsewhere very frequently.

Why not? he scrawled back and then, after a beat. What do you have?




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Cian Chevalier
 Posted: Jan 14 2018, 10:36 AM
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"Key-in"

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Blood Type / Halfblood

Hometown / East Haven, Vermont

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Timezone/ Central

Post Count/ 264







The seventh year didn’t give a particularly enthusiastic response to Cian’s suggestion. He seemed surprised, even. Cian took note of this. It wasn’t often that he approached people, so it was somewhat discouraging. However, he had at least gotten back a positive response and he was more intent on working on the problem than making chit-chat anyway. Barnaby seemed serious and was in Horned Serpent, so he figured that they would probably get through the problem quickly if they worked together. Cian also just liked to observe other people’s solutions to puzzles such as this. It was precisely the kind of thing he would have worked out just for fun, getting teased by his siblings when he tried to explain what he was doing.

Now that he had the green light, Cian started writing out his explanation for what he was doing. His hand flew quickly across the parchment, his thoughts passing easily from his head to the page. He was so used to having to write out his thoughts that it wasn’t difficult to arrange his thoughts into coherent — or at least what he considered to be coherent — words. I started with the first line and tried to guess the full words. We already know it’s a question, so it likely starts with a question word. ‘What is’ fits the first two words and gives ‘that’ for the third. The other two letter word also has ‘i’ but can’t be ‘is’ or ‘it’ so is probably ‘in’. I’ve filled in the rest of those letters for the partial words.

Cian pushed the sheet with what he had so far as well as the one with his explanation on it toward Barnaby, waiting for Barnaby to provide a similar explanation for the symbols he had drawn on his own parchment. From what Cian could tell, he seemed to be taking a symbol-by-symbol route as opposed to Cian’s whole word tactic. Since they were using different strategies, they could probably get the rest of the riddle pretty quickly if they both worked together. It would be interesting to compare the two methods as well.

Barnaby Pye
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Barnaby Pye
 Posted: Jan 17 2018, 12:37 PM
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Age / 17

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / London, England

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Author Alias / "Jane Doe"

Timezone/ CET (France)

Post Count/ 38







His concentration broken now by the constant note-passing with the male sixth year Chevalier, Barnaby had pretty much given up on being as productive as before. It was certainly an interesting way of thinking, he thought to himself as he read through Cian’s explanation. The younger student’s findings seemed to match up well with what Barnaby had discovered and so he pushed over what he’d gotten.

“This appears to be S,” he wrote, circling the hieroglyph which he’d discovered. “Which works very well with these missing letters. If we look at the frequency of how often this set of three hieroglyphs appears along with the knowledge that the first two letters are T and H, then we can conclude that this symbol is E, thus we have: What is that _hi_h in the _ _ _nin_ _ _eth _ _ _n _ _ _ _ _eet, _ _ _n t_ _ _ee_ in the a_te_n_ _n an_ in the e_enin_ _ _ _n th_ee.

Barnaby studied it for a moment. “Here before the EET,’ I believe would either be an M or an F, making this word MEET or FEET.” Barnaby could come up with other words that ended in EET, like BEET, but both MEET and FEET were words which were far more commonly used than BEET and he couldn’t think of a single riddle that involved such an unremarkable vegetable.



Cian Chevalier

If the riddle Barnaby wrote out is a little bit off, I apologize, I'm not currently at home so was unable to check the exact wording of the riddle.

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Cian Chevalier
 Posted: Jan 20 2018, 03:27 PM
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"Key-in"

Age / 17

Blood Type / Halfblood

Hometown / East Haven, Vermont

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Author Alias / Grace

Timezone/ Central

Post Count/ 264







Even if Barnaby wasn’t completely enjoying working with someone else, Cian was. It was interesting to see someone else’s process and putting the two strategies together would probably result in quick problem solving. As was usually the case with this sort of puzzle, Cian was immediately drawn into the task. It was like a sort of tunnel vision, nothing else going on in class was remotely distracting — helped, perhaps, by the fact that he couldn’t hear anyone else’s discussion — and it would have taken a shake to the shoulder to get him to snap away focus from Barnaby and their paper.

He leaned across his desk, reading over what Barnaby was writing and looking between his paper and his housemate’s. So far so good, it seemed. With the addition of their combined efforts, the riddle was quickly taking shape. It must be FEET, he began to write. The symbol shows up again here, he paused, allowing Barnaby to read the words and then pointed to the symbol in question. M wouldn’t make sense but F gives us ‘after’ and given the Ns and the repeated symbol, this word must be ‘afternoon’.

With this new information, Cian filled in the rest of the Fs, Os and Rs that had been revealed with ‘afternoon’. He was confident that he was right and sure enough, when the letters were added, more words began to take shape.

What is that _hi_h in the _ ornin _ _ oeth _ _ on fo_ r feet, _ _ on t _ o feet in the afternoon an_ in the e__enin_ _ _ on three.

There were only a few more symbols that would open up the entire riddle. Cian was pretty sure about a few more of the words, now that he had filled in the three letters. He looked to Barnaby and smiled, pleased with their success. Maybe they could even finish first. That might give Horned Serpent some needed points in the house race.

Barnaby Pye
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Barnaby Pye
 Posted: Jan 22 2018, 04:48 PM
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Age / 17

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / London, England

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Author Alias / "Jane Doe"

Timezone/ CET (France)

Post Count/ 38







Barnaby did have to be honest—feet did make more sense than meet but he wasn’t one to offer congratulations when it was something he could have figured out himself so he just nodded and began to fill in the gaps. As he did, the rest of the translation came to him very quickly and he could have rolled his eyes.

There was nothing more cliche than Professor Meyers’ riddle and it annoyed Barnaby. He was seventeen, this was an advanced class. Sure the transcription had been a bit difficult but only because Ancient Runes was more or less newly instated and he hadn’t been taking it for very long. If he were well-versed in hieroglyphics he was certain he could have finished the entire class workload in a matter of minutes. As it was, the essay about himself in Elder Futhark wasn’t going to be terrible since he was at least a bit more familiar with that language and he would be creating versus deciphering.

Man, he wrote on the corner of his paper before he had even filled in the rest of the riddle which was evident now that they had F, O, and R down. The answer is Man. Barnaby didn’t care that his riddle wasn’t filled in yet or that it might make him look pretentious to Cian. In fact that was the last thing on his mind. He just wanted to be done with this class. He’d thought it was going to be interesting but instead, he was bored already. After solving the riddle, he quickly filled out the rest of the letters and pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment no longer and no shorter than 12, exact inches and started in on his essay.

There wasn’t much he wanted to tell the idiot professor about himself so he decided to fudge with his life a bit. It wasn’t like Professor Meyers would know, anyway, unless he was a stalker professor on top of an idiot professor.




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