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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 15, 2017 21:09:18 GMT -5
Yay, finally done with my character cx
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Post by zero on Apr 15, 2017 21:19:46 GMT -5
Okay, I'll add her in a second. She looks great! )
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 21:23:12 GMT -5
(All done with my characters! Time to RP!)
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Post by zero on Apr 15, 2017 21:37:42 GMT -5
Looks good! I'll add your characters soon. )
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 21:45:42 GMT -5
Foster wandered aimlessly around the castle grounds, kicking pebbles as he went. For some reason, he was unable to find his usual group of friends this morning. "Must've gone off to Hogsmeade." he thought to himself. He debated on whether or not he should go and try to catch up with his friends in Hogsmeade but decided to instead lay down in a sunny patch of grass and admire the oddly beautiful weather they were experiencing today. Foster saw another student across the way, but couldn't quite make out who it was.
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Josephine dashed through the halls of the castle, desperate to get some food. It felt as if she hadn't eaten in months and she wanted nothing more than some biscuits and soup. As she darted through the halls she wove in and out of the masses of lost and slightly overwhelmed first years. Typically she'd offer to help to a first year Slytherin, but for some reason she couldn't be bothered today. "Pardon!", she exclaimed as she broke through another mass of disoriented first years.
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Reece slowly, but surely, made his way to library. He knew after the long summer break the library surely had restocked itself with plenty of new texts, whether they be newly published, or simply newly bound as many of the books here were worn with age. As he journeyed to the library, he recited his class schedule aloud, "Transfiguration, Charms, Study of Ancient Ruins..."
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Naomi sat in one of the numerous courtyards on the school ground, nibbling on a cookie her mother had baked for her the day she left. The cookie made her feel somewhat safe and comfortable in this vast new school. Moving stairwells, talking pictures, specific processes to access the common rooms, ghosts, it all made the labyrinth of a school even more intimidating. Naomi glanced around the courtyard hoping to spot one of the other first year Gryffindor's walking by, but she failed to see any.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Apr 15, 2017 21:45:46 GMT -5
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》》Ezekiel looked up from his book slowly, surprised to hear the heavily accented voice of thee boy next to him. Not surprised enough to jump, he didn't scare easily and never usually to that extent, but still surprised. One of the foreign students, he guessed, which was confirmed when the boy introduced himself. Chewing thoughtfully on a bite of his sandwhich, Zeke said nothing, just stared. One of his many awkward habits. After he had swallowed and a long minute had passed, he murmured in a quiet voice, "Ezekiel Galloway." Then, tilting his head, he added, "Victor LeFevre. You're French." His pronunciation was as close as he could manage. He spoke French quite well, but not quite fluently. He thought he did a good enough job with the pronunciation, though. He looked down at Victor's robes, then looked away and down at the grass. "And a Gryffindor." Ezekiek had no issues with any of the other houses, even if some of the Slytherin boys could be a bit pushy. Or the Gryffindor guys. Actually, students from all houses were quite pushy. Zeke just wasn't a people person, he guessed. As far as first impressions went, Victor seemed pretty okay.《《
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 22:18:53 GMT -5
*bump*
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Post by zero on Apr 15, 2017 22:22:36 GMT -5
Victor blinked. That was new, but what did he expect from someone from the smart house? They had to get sorted in there for a reason. Of course, he wasn't too brave or daring. He actually didn't really like the idea of his house. Plus, red wasn't his favorite color. He would much rather have the green robes or blue. "So I'm from Gryffindor, but what about you?" He asked, waving his hands at the man's blue robes. Maybe he should have done some research on Hogwarts, but he didn't think it was going to be that different. Not like it really was. The houses and gloomy halls were the only confusing part.
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 22:34:34 GMT -5
Namoi's eyes shot up as she heard an accented voice across the courtyard say "I'm from Gryffindor." After pinpointing one of the new students from Beauxbatton, Naomi decided to go over and introduce herself. Completely oblivious to the fact that she would be interrupting a conversation. She proceeded to get up and skip over to the two boys, her short hair slightly bobbing with each step. "Hello!" she exclaimed, coming to a halt next to the two boys. "I'm Naomi Wren." she said sticking her hand out.
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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 15, 2017 22:44:19 GMT -5
Unlike most of the other foreign-born students, Skylar found herself to be enjoying Hogwarts quite a bit. Like Ilvermorny, the school was a large castle, and she found herself comforted by that fact more than once as she had wandered the halls from class to class, assisted by one of the Ravenclaw prefects, who had a rather amusing British accent and seemed to be equally amused by her French-Canadian one. But, even so, Hogwarts was nothing close to home for her; while the interior of Ilvermorny Castle was bright and cheery, lit by magical lights that resembled sunlight, Hogwarts seemed to be more dark and dreary. Not to mention that Hogwarts students wore those dreadful looking black robes accented by only the silk lining that reflected their House color and ties that did the same. She much preferred the blue-and-cranberry robes of Ilvermorny, which she had decided to wear instead of the Ravenclaw attire that she had been provided with. Unlike Hogwarts, Ilvermorny robes didn't have colors representing their specific houses; instead, Skylar's cloak was held closed by the pin of her house, the six-legged Wampus cat. Many people turned to look at her, to which she responded by ducking her head and scurrying along on her way, an odd mix of mortified and excited to be the center of everyone's attention. Lunchtime found her outside, exploring the grounds on what seemed to be a rather chilly day, not that she was unused to that; Montreal could become rather frigid in the winter, as could Massachusetts, and so she was used to below freezing temperatures, and compared to that, this wind felt warm and cheerful. Students mingled together on the lawns, and for a moment, she found herself longing for her sister's company-- that is, until she caught sight of large metal hoops far in the distance, and felt a surge of excitement. That must be the Quidditch pitch! She had heard other students discussing the sport on the train, and while she herself had not ever considered herself the sporty type, the mention of a wizarding sport intrigued her. She'd even been lent a copy of someone's Quidditch Through the Ages book. Excited, she quickened her steps until they took her inside the arena, which she examined with awe. The place was spectacular! Oh, how she wished she had her camera with her, to take a picture to send to Tempe with an owl. Awestruck, she crept further into the pitch, then yelped as she walked into a student that she had failed to noticed seated in the grass. She stumbled, but managed not to fall, turning in surprise to take in the sight of the boy who she'd almost tripped over. He was sturdy, broad-shouldered, and wore yellow robes... which house wore yellow again? She couldn't quite remember. "Sorry," she apologized meekly, turning her gaze to her shoes. "I didn't see you sitting there."
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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 15, 2017 22:48:37 GMT -5
My starter's quite a bit longer than I thought it would be xD sorry about that
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 22:50:00 GMT -5
(No worries! It makes for a better RP in my opinion! I have three open characters right now, Foster, Josephine and Reece if you want to interact with any of them.)
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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 15, 2017 22:54:03 GMT -5
(No worries! It makes for a better RP in my opinion! I have three open characters right now, Foster, Josephine and Reece if you want to interact with any of them.) Well I kinda threw Skylar in with Bion, so unless you want your characters to join in as well I think that's the route I'm going to take cx))
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Apr 15, 2017 22:54:36 GMT -5
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》》"Ravenclaw," was all Ezekiel said in response, his voice as quiet as before. He neither raised it nor lowered it, nor changed his tone, which was polite but not overly friendly. Victor seemed like a nice guy, at least. It was a shame Ezekiel wasn't very chatty-----he assumed Victor was a talkative kind of person. He knew the type: loved to talk, cheery, social butterfly and, sometimes, easily excited. Julian was very similar in that sense, although Ezekiel wasn't as comfortable around, well, most people as he was around his brothers. However, conversing with this Gryffindor boy didn't seem so bad. Even when he heard the cheery voice of a girl pipe up, he still didn't find it as overwhelming as the dining hall. Or his common room. The girl-----Naomi, she'd called herself-----seemed rather similar to Victor, in terms of her friendliness. Ezekiel blinked at her, slowly eating his launch, and made no comment. He didn't introduce himself until a few minutes had passed. "Ezekiel Galloway," he mumbled, hesitantly closing his book and ignoring the girl's outstretched hand. He didn't think he'd be getting much reading done now.《《
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 22:55:21 GMT -5
(I'll lead one of them over there haha)
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 15, 2017 23:09:20 GMT -5
Naomi turned to Ezekiel, "It's a pleasure to meet you." and proceeded to take a seat next to him. "What's for lunch?" she asked peering down at what he was snacking on. "I just have a cookie," she said holding it up as if it were the holy grail, "Oatmeal and chocolate chip, my favorite!". A couple crumbs began to fall and land on her robe as Naomi continued to hold the cookie in the air, admiring its greatness. "Mother makes the best cookies, she made me a whole batch before I left!" she continued babbling, "Would you like one?"
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Josephine finally got herself some food and decided to take a stroll across the school grounds as she ate her lunch. Her auburn curls blew in the breeze as she made her way down the hill the lead to the Quidditch Pitch. Although not particularly athletic herself, she always found herself rather intrigued with the sport. Perhaps it was the fast pace and competitiveness of the game. Perhaps it was the cute players. Coming up to the pitch Josephine decided to give herself a private tour of the place. "First up," she said to herself, "the field!" She had never been on the actual field before and was surprisingly excited to be stepping out onto it. It felt so much bigger than she expected. From the stands where she normally stood, it seemed rather small, maybe due to the fact that the sport itself was played in the air. As she made her way farther down the field, still in awe of its size, she noticed two other students at the other end. "Guess they're on the tour as well." she joked to herself making her way towards them. As she got closer she realized the girl was wearing a brightly colored robe. 'Must be foreign' she thought to herself. "Hey!" she called out as she approached the two. "It's crazy how big this place is, isn't it?"
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 15, 2017 23:14:32 GMT -5
[ hi! i'm back from church, which took a little longer than anticipated haha. posting my characters shortly!! c: ]
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Post by Dragoness on Apr 16, 2017 6:35:26 GMT -5
Nocawe had decided she quite liked Hogwarts. The food was amazing, and the welcoming feast vastly entertainig, if a bit silly. She had been sorted into something called Gryffintore - or was it Gryffinwar? She couldn't quite remember, but if what the Sorting Hat sang was true, she was very happy with her house. The lion emblem and the red and gold colours reminded her of home, and the common room was cozy in the best way possible. The castle as a whole had a mystical, medieval feel to it, and made her conjure up stories about handsome knights on white horses and badass British princesses. If only she could meet some here today...
Nocawe made her way outside. She had heard crazy tales of a giant squid living in the lake, and was eager to see if they were true. Hopefully she could meet some new people on the way there, and perhaps checkout Hogwarts' quidditch field, too. Her fingers were itching to fly again. She had brought her old Nimbus along on her walk, just in case she stumbled across the pitch on her way to the lake. According to 'Hogwarts: a History', her new house tended to be quite good at the unique sport, so she hoped to meet some housemates there.
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Meanwhile, Makoto wasn't quite sure what to make of Hogwarts just yet. The architecture was an absolute delight, especially the moving staircases. He had read about them before arriving, but hadn't realized just how intricate the design was. He wondered how Rowena Ravenclaw had done it... Speaking of Ravenclaw, the concept of the houses were one of the things Makoto were struggling the most with. Putting eleven-year-olds into these four boxes that would define them their entire lives, did simply not seem prudent. Surely, it would lead to underdeveloped students, or at least an unnecessary devide between them? However, Makoto was as satisfied with his house as he could be. At least it meant that he would be living with people who were considered witty, creative and intelligent. That didn't seem all that bad.
When the feast had ended, Makoto had spent a long time examining the moving staircases. Then he had debated with himself whether he should see the library or the quidditch pitch first. At last he decided the library should be his first priority. As his dads used to say, "A man's book case tells you everything you need to know about him." Makoto supposed that would be true about schools, as well, and set off to the library. The stairs somehow seemed to know excactly where he was headed, and led him there. He had just had time to breathe in the the lovely smell and emerge himself in the selection of alchemy books, when a black haired girl bumped into him. She was very flustered, and Makoto was quick to assure her that it was alright, desperate to avoid a scene. "My fault", he said automatically, even though it really wasn't. He ran a hand through his handsome black hair, trying to make a good, collected first impression.
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Post by zero on Apr 16, 2017 9:48:13 GMT -5
When Bion was kicked, he expected it was the groundskeeper kicking him off the field or one of the quidditch players telling him to go get his broom. The latter was preferable, but both weren't true. He did not expect a young girl, an exchange student no less, to be standing over him. He raised a single eyebrow and wondered who he had angered this time. Turned out, no one. She just wasn't looking where she had put her feet. Easy mistake. "No problem." He said while standing up. His arm hurt a bit, but it was nothing a little healing spell wouldn't fix. He opened his mouth to speak when another girl walked in. He smiled and let her speak. The quidditch player was a bit surprised by Josephine's observation, mostly because he could have sworn to have seen the Slytherin girl around last year, but kept quiet. After all, some people didn't even watch the games, which always confused him. "Yes, it is." He said simply with a nod before quickly adding, "I mean, it has to be or the game would be pretty boring. Are any of you players or going to be?" He asked with both interest and excitement clear. He looked back and forth between the two. He itched to play or even practice.
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Emily opened her mouth to protest, but then snapped it shut. She didn't want to try to fight over who was to blame. Right now she wanted to find her book. However, when she looked up at him, she recognized the male as one of the new exchange students. "You're Kuroyama Makoto, aren't you?" She blurted out. It was pretty easy to remember the seventh year being sorting among the first years, plus he was sorted into her house. She wanted to make sure she was a good Head girl, or at least a decent one. Her strategy was to memorize everyone from her house, so she could be there to help. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she would be a good Head girl. She was busy studying for the most part. That would probably include her introducing herself. "Sorry, that was rude. I'm Emily Porter. What are you looking for?" She nudged up her glasses and tucked her hair back attempting to look more put together.
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Victor was suddenly glad for whatever spell they cast on him to understand the language. He wasn't sure he would be able to keep up with Naomi's rapid speech. It was almost hilariously different than Ezekiel's tone and speech. Naomi seemed to have all the energy in the world and she was clearly excited. Ezekiel on the other hand was quiet and didn't speak much. Victor hoped it wasn't anything against him or the other male wasn't getting uncomfortable from the attention. He frowned at this thought. Though he brightened up at Naomi's offer at an attempt to look pleased. He didn't like oatmeal cookies that much. Their texture was weird and unappealing. Not that he would ever say this to the girl. He wasn't the one to upset other people for the sake of telling the truth. It just occurred to him that the excited first year was asking Ezekiel rather than him. He chuckled to himself in an attempt to get rid of his awkwardness.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Apr 16, 2017 10:23:43 GMT -5
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》》Ezekiel was...not exactly uncomfortable, but he certainly hadn't planned on being stuck between these two students. Not to say that they were bad people, just not the kind of people he normally dealt with. When Naomi offered him a cookie, he shook his head politely. "No, thank you. Perhaps Victor would like one," he declined politely, though he didn't smile. However, he did hold out his own lunch-----of course, the only thing left was his slice of lemon cake, untouched, and he held it out. "You two can split my cake, if you'd like." He spoke a little more softly than before, staring at the ground, his cheeks slightly red. Ezekiel liked being nice, but it always made him nervous. Perhaps it would be a good thing to try to leave his shell, like Julian was always telling him to. It just wasn't as easy as his brother made it sound; he didn't quite know how he was supposed to act. Naomi and Victor, on the other hand, seemed to know precisely what they were doing.
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Julian made his way through the courtyard and over to the Quidditch field, his broomstick in one hand and and apple in the other. He munched on it thoughtfully as he walked, looking around and hoping to, maybe, spot Ezekiel. Sometimes they ran into each other at lunch, or decided to meet up, but things had been rather tense lately. He wasn't sure what had happened, but Miles and Ezekiel just didn't seem to want to interact as much lately. Ezekiel didn't even want to practice with him-----well, they were on different teams, but he still liked to give his brother tips. While he was wondering whether or not his brothers had gotten into an argument, he spotted one of his teammates: Nocawe, one of the foreign students who'd recently arrived. "Hey! You wanna practice together? I could always use some help!" Besides, they were teammates, and it was always a good idea to get to know the people he'd be playing with. And makes new friends, which was always a bonus.《《
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Post by zero on Apr 16, 2017 11:16:00 GMT -5
Victor couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face. The school might be dark and gloomy but luckily, the students seemed nice in comparison. Still, he didn't want to steal anyone's lunch away from them. He had his doubts that they were offering it genially and fully. Victor sure wouldn't offer his food. "No, it's fine. I'm not hungry." He said frantically waving his hands and shaking his head. "You should eat and keep up your strength. Anyway, I only have the easy classes left. I think I have study of ancient runes, charms, and history left." His face scrunched up as he tried to recall his classes. He recounted the classes on his fingers to make sure, but then couldn't remember how many classes he had. Of course, he did have a paper which conformed his classes, but he didn't feel like going the work of digging in his bag then bringing the sheet out. It was just too much. The third year turned his attention on the other two. "What about you?" He asked. Classes were much better with friends, or probably more like acquaintances right now, so the student was hoping someone was going to be in his class. Plus, he didn't like navigating alone in the dark castle.
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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 16, 2017 12:17:29 GMT -5
Skylar turned at the sound of a girl's voice, watching as a girl dressed in Hogwarts robes approached the group. She offered a small smile, wrapping her arms protectively around her waist. "Hi," She greeted, softly. "This place really is big," She added a bit lamely, trying to find the proper words. She'd never been the best at talking to people, especially not the kind that had funny accents and talked about things that she'd never even heard of before. At Bion's question, she shook her head, turning towards him. "We don't have Quidditch in America," she explained softly, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Actually, I don't even recall flying on a broomstick before. We don't really have many of those at Ilvermorny. Though I'm definitely excited to see the first match!"
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Post by Dragoness on Apr 16, 2017 13:30:05 GMT -5
Nocawe turned around, and saw a boy about her own age smiling at her. He was wearing red robes and had a broom in his hand, so she figured he must be one of her new teammates. "Yeah, I'd love to", she said and walked over to him excitedly. A friendly grin spread across her face, and she shifted her broom into her left hand so she could hand shake. "I'm Nocawe, but you can call me Sunday." Hopefully her accent wasn't too heavy. She stetched out her right hand while trying to guess what position he played. He was muscular enough to be both keeper and beater, but the tiny troublemaker glint in his eyes indicated the latter.
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Makoto was surprised the girl knew his name. He wanted to repay the kindness, and rummaged his mind trying to remember anything about her. "You're the Ravenclaw headgirl, yeah?" he said, smiling politely and praying that his English sounded okay. "Oh, and I'm just here to get a better feeling of the place. A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him." He quoted the muggle author Walter Mosley, repeating his thoughts from earlier that day. His hands ran over the soft spine of the book he was holding, before showing the cover to Emily. "And I must admit, I'm impressed by your selection. You even have Advanced Alchemy here, even though it came out this week." He gave the book between his hands an admiring glance.
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Post by zero on Apr 16, 2017 15:25:02 GMT -5
Bion's mouth hung open slightly and he stood still, blinking. Not knowing quidditch, that was easy to understand, but never flying on a broom? That was horrible. A broom meant freedom in Bion's mind. He couldn't see why anyone hadn't flown. Well, people scared of heights or didn't like the idea of only a broom supporting them had their excuse. "Do you want to fly? The school has a couple of broom we can borrow." He offered. Of course, he had his own, but the school had a couple of decent sets. They were old and slow, but perfect for newbies. To many people's surprise, trying to ride a fast broom is very different than riding a slow one. Bion had seen more than his fair of second years with spiffy, new brooms face plant into the dirt.
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Emily was impressed by his language skills. He still had an accent, but it didn't interfere with the words. She nodded as the answer to his question. At least, she had made an impression on one of the people in her house. No less, one whom went to the library on the first day. His quote was interesting, though Emily couldn't exactly place where it was from. She was guessing it was from one of this books back in Japan. She really hoped he hadn't made it up and be one of those people who think their really wise. Speaking of books, he had the exact book she had an eye on. Emily did her best not to show her disappointment, but her shoulders sagged a bit. She reminded herself there could be another and she would just reserve it so after Makoto was done, she could read it. She put on a smile. "Yeah. Ferna changed up a couple of way to cut the ingredients and even a couple of new mixtures. My mother says it's all rubbish, though." She said with most of her words fondly with an undertone of determination, "Says he is just trying to make more money by pretending a new slice or shape will completely change the incantation. I was actually looking to prove her wrong. Did you see another copy on the shelf?"
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Post by Dragoness on Apr 16, 2017 16:40:47 GMT -5
Makoto could sense a change in her, like she was disappointed. He frowned slightly, hoping he hadn't said anything to upset her, and leaned back to check the shelf. "I'm afraid not. But you can probably have this one, I don't need it", he said, holding his copy out to her. "I'm inclined to agree with your mother. There is little to learn from this one, I think. Ferna was at his best when writing about Spagyric, and now he's just making these tiny changes in well-known formulas and calling it progress, even though it really isn't. Not big progress, anyway. By the way, who is your mother? She seems wise." Makoto was surprised at how many questions he was asking. He wasn't exactly the most sociable person in the world, although he could be quite witty when talking to close friends, or about stuff that interested him. But right now, Makoto needed new aquaintances, and it occured to him that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to get to know the headgirl of his house.
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 16, 2017 18:39:55 GMT -5
Naomi politely shook her head, "No thanks, it's all yours!" she replied to Ezekiel, "I have plenty of cookies to last me through the day." She smiled happily and took another bite of her cookie, "You could have one if you'd like!" she mumbled through a mouth full of cookie, looking at Victor. "I know most people aren't a fan of oatmeal cookies, but I promise you, I wasn't either until my mother made this recipe."
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Josephine smiled slightly, "No, I don't play quidditch. I've seen a couple matches here and there, but I've never tried it out myself." She looked down at her feet slightly embarrassed as she continued on, "To be honest, I haven't even been on a broom since my first year." Josephine turned and listened to Skylar's response. She couldn't believe they didn't have quidditch back in America. Even though she knew little to nothing about the game itself, she couldn't imagine life without hearing or reading daily updates on the Hollyhead Harpies or even the Hogwarts quidditch teams.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Apr 16, 2017 18:43:43 GMT -5
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》》Ezekiel nodded at Victor's answer, though he wouldn't have minded if he'd said he did want the cake. He could always go and get another piece, if he was really that hungry. It wouldn't have been a big deal. Even with the crowd, he'd just be quick about it. On the subject of classes, Ezekiel seemed to perk up, his eyes brightening a little bit. Talking about classes was definitely something he could do. Albeit awkwardly and not without sounding like a total bookworm, but still. "I have Study of Ancient Runes next as well. It's quite fascinating," he said softly, though now with a hint of joy. "The, uh, teacher doesn't like me very much..." He'd read too far ahead, apparently-----he'd read the whole textbook-----and the teacher didn't appreciate his constant corrections on what they were teaching. Correcting teachers was a bad habit that he'd tried very hard to get rid of. He held up his hands at Naomi's second offer. "Ah, no thank you." He wasn't a fan of many sweets-----desserts made of lemon were an exception, to be honest.
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"Sunday, eh? That's a pretty name for a pretty girl," Julian said smoothly, grinning toothily at her and giving her a playful wink. He shook her outstretched hand firmly as they walked, introducing himself with a little laugh, "Julian Galloway. If you see a grumpy guy around that looks like me, don't panic. That's just my brother Miles. I have another brother, too, his name's Ezekiel. We're triplets, but Ezekiel's in Ravenclaw. We like to practice together, sometimes, though. He's their seeker." Then, looking at her, he raised an eyebrow. "I'm a beater, by the way. You one, too?" Julian was feeling as chatty as ever, despite the brother drama. This was his chance to make a nice friend and he didn't want to ruin it. Besides, Sunday seemed cool. "Sorry if I ramble too much. I like to talk."《《
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Post by Moonshade on Apr 16, 2017 18:55:43 GMT -5
"You're lucky that you can take electives now." Naomi cut in, "I have to wait till my third year, unfortunately." she said slightly upset. "That's alright though. Herbology and Charms are the two classes I'm most excited about!" she said happily. "I've always been fascinated by the two, I just find them more interesting than the rest I suppose." Naomi looked slightly puzzled at Ezekiel's statement of the professor not liking him. "Doesn't like you?" she said, "You seem so polite though."
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Post by zero on Apr 16, 2017 19:18:06 GMT -5
Emily gladly took the book. Him and her mother might have a point, but the meticulous Ravenclaw wanted to make sure this was the case. She would hate to miss something new or just go off of the word of others. Even if there was just one useful thing mixed in, she would be glad to read the book. It might also have to do with the fact that she didn't want to admit defeat against her mother just yet. "My mother is Miranda Porter. You probably haven't heard of her. Though even I have to admit, she is brilliant. Plenty of wizards from around the UK come to her shop for remedies or fixes. She once traveled the world back in her younger days." A small smile grew as she spoke and even her brown eyes were alight. She took a more wishful tone, "Anyways, I hope to take over the shop one day and be even better. Hopefully, I'll even concoct a panacea one day." She let since fall before realizing it. "Yes, well, that was a little more than you asked for." She said with a short coughed. She looked up at him. "What about you? In goals. We don't have to talk family. It's a tricky subject for some." She inquired, hoping she wasn't taking up his time.
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"No, really. I'm fine." Victor said, denying the food again. Now he was starting to feel rude. He hoped no one shared his thoughts. Not that he really mulled them over. His mind quickly switched over to classes. Victor huffed at Ezekiel's depressing information. He would hope one class would go right for him today. Well, on the elective front. His core classes seemed fine, but care for magical creatures was already a mess. He couldn't keep track of the animals he was shown as part of the first day tour. They all had very odd names and the teacher spoke so fast. "Really!? She, or he, must be pretty rough then." Victor asked, not really thinking any good teacher could dislike Ezekiel. After all, he seemed so quiet. Weren't teachers suppose to like quiet kids? He knew teacher's didn't like him and he was fairly loud. Victor nodded along with Naomi's response.
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Post by Dragoness on Apr 16, 2017 19:18:06 GMT -5
Nocawe laughed cheerfully, sensing that she and Julian were rather alike. She allowed herself to feel flattered by his flirty comment, but didn't plan on taking it any further. Friends came first, even if the boy was quite handsome. "Well, then I suppose we have something in common", she responded, grinning at him. "You look like a beater, by the way. I have this thing were I always try to guess what position people I meet play. Says quite a lot about you, you know. I guessed you right; It was your eyes that gave you away. I'm a chaser myself, and I'm desparate to get on my broom again. Travelling from South-Africa to Scotland takes its time, especially when you do it the muggle way."
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Makoto nodded along to what she was saying. He actually quite enjoyed listening to Emily speak, as she was not as intrusive as many extroverted people tended to be. It was clear she loved her mother a lot, and that she was very dedicated to her plan to take over the shop. "You're not lacking in ambition I see. Pancea? That's complicated stuff", he said, before quickly adding "Not that ambition is a bad thing. I don't have any clear plans for the future, but I've been told I'm too visionary nonetheless. I'm considering studying medicine or becoming an arithmancer, but I honestly don't know. I'd like to do something a bit more creative, but I'm not sure what. My best fields are arithmancy, charms and transfiguration. Perhaps I could be a spell inventor?" Makoto suddenly realized he might have shared a bit too much. He had just gotten carried away in the thought of something that occupied his mind quite a lot lately. He seemed to recall that muggles had proven scientifically that one processes thoughts better when saying them aloud. Maybe that was why he was talking so much. Unusually much. "Sorry", he said quickly, feeling the need to apologize for his rambling.
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