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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 13, 2017 20:16:32 GMT -5
The Thunderbird ❝ If you take the time to listen, you can hear the world say its greeting. ❞ ━ ϟ ϟ ϟ ━ It wasn't the noise that had caught his attention, as the dulled sound seemed to blend in with the regular chorus of everyone getting adjusted. The thing that brought his attention that there was someone here was Ouji-sama's reaction to the door opening. While he was observant, he relied more on his sight than his hearing for most of the time. It was natural for someone to end up finding their way into the same compartment as him, there were a lot of students going to Hogwarts, after all. His gaze stayed focused on out the window, a hand reaching up to scratch the small cat's head, gently behind his ears.
Only when he was addressed did his bright blue eyes turn to the female that had entered the same compartment as him. He wasn't really too sure if he knew her name, and if he did, he knew it quite a few years ago and it was lost. However, her abnormal colored hair had taken him by surprise a little, not expecting to see such a pretty color used as a pigment for her hair. Meeting her gaze with a glint of curiosity, he blinked slowly, looking down to the bag that held magical mixtures within it..
Potions were not his thing, he was not really the one to use them or like to make them unless it was for a class. His type of magic was one that included living beings, from Herbology to Care of Magical Creatures. But his favorite was, by far, Transfiguration. Even so, Allen wasn't the type to stick up his nose towards something unless he knew for a fact he didn't like it. The offer brought out the curious side of him and he slightly tilted his head as he peered at the glass bottles and the things that they held inside them.
"Potions-master, hmm?" Someone whom was good at potions. Say, she looked not too much like the childish faces of the younger years. Wasn't she a seventh year like him? How interesting. An intelligent one whom seemed to be sneaking around. Perhaps a Slytherin? Then again, one couldn't judge by actions and place them into a house with a snap of fingers. Careful observation would have to go into such a judgement, which he was, by far, willing to do. All he knew was that she was not a Gryffindor, as that was his house and he would have known her right away.
Not interested in buying the contents within the bottles, he was more curious as to what they were and what they could be used for. Perhaps he could point her in the right direction of a potential customer. Generally he observed and was quick to categorize people in his own way and might have an idea of where someone of interest might want to meet such an individual as the one sitting across from him. Allen's blue gaze went over the bottles, attempting to read what was scribbled.
"What kind?" Ah, to see if she was selling the real things or if she was just trying to scam people. It was interesting to see how different people really could be from different houses. Allen himself could be hard to categorize, but he definitely held his loyalty above everything else. He was no hero, like the tales of those in Gryffindor seemed to show. He took care of himself and perhaps those whom peeked his interest. Even if they were real or not, he wouldn't really care. It was just to categorize her and see if he could remember her.
A game, in a sort of sense.
"Can you tell me what went into making them?" Allen's soft voice was one that was silky smooth, yet had that sort of tone to it that made you look twice. He wasn't someone filled with malice, but he wasn't some heroic person or kind-hearted naive boy. Somewhere on the middle, looking out for his own personal interests and the ones that he held close to him. His blue gaze went up to his cat and rubbed under the purring creature's chin, calm and not really seeming to be that much of a threat to perhaps ratting her out. No, he wasn't really that type.
━ ϟ ϟ ϟ ━
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 20:23:31 GMT -5
( am I correct to assume you don’t want those in this? )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 20:24:20 GMT -5
( hmmmmm what to do with Rhyne )
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 13, 2017 20:24:52 GMT -5
( there are also werewolves and probably every sort of magical creature there is. and all sorts of magic can be done with wands if you have the right spell)
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 13, 2017 21:28:57 GMT -5
Um Am I the only one who looks at the Kraken And automatically thinks That's Skylar. That's my child right there))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 13, 2017 21:36:40 GMT -5
{ personally, i look at the kraken and think: sea monster you want the kraken aviva? it's technically up for grabs }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 13, 2017 21:39:19 GMT -5
Idk I already have the sphinx And I'm so busy with school lately, I don't know if I can handle two characters))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 13, 2017 21:43:11 GMT -5
{ well, it's there if you want it! actually, anyone who wants it can have it it's up to you! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 22:09:34 GMT -5
( ^^ )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 22:19:19 GMT -5
{ So who all is gonna be the Wardens or w/e for Cicuta? }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 13, 2017 22:36:58 GMT -5
So far I think just Rhyne and Klaudie, right?)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 22:38:17 GMT -5
{ Think so. Is that enough? What are the Wardens going to do in particular? }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 13, 2017 22:47:40 GMT -5
( Sure! More people can volunteer but we don't want too many wardens prowling around. The wardens are there pretty much to enforce all of Cicuta's rules, report suspicious behavior to her, and even only at Cicuta's instruction to administer proper punishment to any troublemakers)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 22:53:49 GMT -5
{ oooh interesting }
{ Rhyne would certainly be good at that xD }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 13, 2017 23:48:20 GMT -5
( Oh it should be a great source of drama and conflict!)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 13, 2017 23:51:06 GMT -5
{ Rhyne's super salty about a lot of things xD and he tends to have a somewhat short temper when it comes to stupid things }
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 14, 2017 3:31:34 GMT -5
[ len's probably not really a good candidate for that kind of a position. he's more along the lines of someone who just sorta let's people do their own thing. he judges in his head, but he's not one to enforce (nor follow them if he doesn't like them) the rules. he kinda just does his own thing and does it discretely since he's more of a character that sticks to the background. ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 14, 2017 12:29:37 GMT -5
( Sorry for not responding yet, Serv!! I was at a friends house yesterday. Fun Fact: They have a big Great Pyrenees-German Shepard Mix named Caspian. -scampers to reply- )
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 14, 2017 13:07:06 GMT -5
(Hey guys! How's everybody doing today?) (A big fluffy woofer?!? Caspian sounds amazing!)
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 14, 2017 14:07:39 GMT -5
When the voice came curling around her shoulder and sending her cheeks afire, Jane had felt as if her heart had leaped straight and free from her chest. The last thing that she had wanted, and perhaps that she needed, was some curious student wandering about to witness her bird’s poor behavior; not that Jane was a proud being who paid too much mind to all those things, but she- even with all her peculiarities- was no different from anyone else in the sense that she didn’t like to be embarrassed. Just then, she was certainly embarrassed.
Turning with widened eyes, it wasn’t long before Jane went about connecting the voice she’d heard to the face that she then saw. She knew this girl- not personally, but generally. Her name was… Jasadja, wasn’t it? An odd name for a seventh year Gryffindor with a face as freckled as her own. She was a lovely girl, absolutely, with a knack for… origami, it seemed, judging by the delicate paper animal that fluttered awkwardly between the teen’s fingers. But what stood out the most, to the little Jane with the troubled bird, was the eyes that Jasadja claimed to be her own. Heterochromia- a condition that Jane had read up on once or twice… quite interesting, in her opinion, and even more so now, when studying them for herself.
“Ah, yes… I suppose it is quite nice…” She finally murmured, the words wiggling their way free from her embarrassed throat. To be honest, the origin of the name ‘Lavena’ was a bit… anti-climactic, and perhaps a bit childish, if you asked Jane. Rather simply, when she had first entered this odd world of sparking wands and mythical beings, it had been the names that had caught Jane off guard, among many other things. They were all so… fantastic and whimsical, and Jane... well, she possessed a name that was nothing of the sort. So, after a time of contemplation, she’d determined that if she couldn’t have a name as splendid as the rest of the wizarding world, than her bird certainly would. So she’d picked Lavena.
“Maybe I should have picked something a bit less pretty… I think it gave her an ego far bigger than the rest of her,” she finally concluded, her gaze swiveling back towards the bird upon the seat. As if having heard the girl’s words, the owl promptly bristled it’s dappled feathers, and let out one long and rasping hiss. “Oh, I don’t think she liked that...”
Filling her lungs with warm train air, Jane shook her head as she pushed her luggage to the side, and packed it out of the way. She didn’t bring much with her- nothing but the essentials, really- but it still took her a minute of hefting heavy bags, and a rattling page before she could turn her attention away. “No, no- you’re no trouble at all,” she said after a time, her words following an awkward, tight lipped smile. “I don’t blame you for being curious. I’d have followed the commotion as well, if I wasn’t at the center of it.” And again, the color went rushing across her rounded cheeks, as if to practically drown the freckles that played there.
Shifting past the little corner that she’d created for her things, Jane was careful as she gave her bird a wide, respectful arc. With harsh yellow eyes, lined by black and pitch-dark feathers, Lavena watched- her wings spread behind her like great, downy shields. “Calm down, Lavena…” Jane finally soothed, her words crowned with a scolding edge. “I’m just taking a seat. I won’t stuff you in that cage...”
For now.
Finally, when she’d found herself close enough to the window, Jane settled herself down against the cushions of the seat, and from there, the bird scrambled atop her lap like some large and beaky cat. With her talons pulling and digging through the soft black of her owner's robes, it was just like that when all was forgiven.
Spoiled bird.
Taking in another breath of tired air, Jane quietly let a sigh escape into the space around her, before she turned her attention back towards the guest within the door. “‘Rascally pets…’ Well mine is certainly… that...” She said after a time, a finger gently scratching at the base of the bird’s skull. As if enjoying the gesture, Lavena seemed to chirr with delight as she swiveled and turned her head, her flower yellow eyes disappearing beneath the feathered surface of her lids. “Are you as good at training animals as you are at making them?” Jane finally asked, her pale-haired head bobbing in the direction of the paper creature that Jasadja held. “It’s beautifully made, even if half finished…” She noted after a time, her eyes flicking over all the fine paper edges that she could see. “You must have quite the talent..."
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 14, 2017 15:20:52 GMT -5
{ hey guys! i'll reply to len later i've got one more annotated bibliography to write then i'll be as good as free }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 14, 2017 15:29:57 GMT -5
( Heeeey, e'r'body~! i have no idea what annotated bibliography is but it sounds... wordy. )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 14, 2017 15:34:23 GMT -5
{ it's... not hard, but time-consuming i have to read an article (my longest is twenty pages) and then summarize it and talk about why it's relevant }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 14, 2017 15:37:37 GMT -5
( That sounds horrible. Absolutely. )
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 14, 2017 15:41:28 GMT -5
A nervous hand fluttered to Jasadja’s hair in a way that expressed she was unsure of what to do with herself other than stand there and talk to Jane. Now that the girl had turned to talk to her and was no longer surrounded by students, Jasadja could get a better look at her. Jane had a round face that was -in Jasadja’s opinion- cute. Endearing, coupled with black eyes she reminded Jasadja of a doll. What house was she in again? Ravenclaw, that’s right. It suited her. At least, she assumed it suited her since this was the first time she had actually spoken to Jane.
Her hand darted to her mouth as she attempted to stifle the laugh that rose in her throat upon hearing Jane’s comment. “Less pretty? Oh, now why would you do that? I know a thing or two about unpretty names, you know. My cat’s name is Pickles after all.” Although, it hadn’t been Jasadja who named the giant tabby, but her Father after her Mother had found Pickles as a stray and took him in. “Sure the attention of having a nice name and beautiful feathers,” peering over Jane’s shoulder she directed the comment to the bird herself, “but such a lovely owl could certainly control herself when it comes to keeping her ego in check.” Not that anything Jasadja said would get through to Lavena, she was still an owl after all. “Birds of prey can be particularly vain creatures. My Mother has a falcon, and he believes himself to be the king of the roost more often than not.” Another laugh sparkled from her, setting her eyes alight. “He’s been known to nip when hungry or frustrated, scares my poor Father sometimes.”
The tension around Jasadja began to ease as she grew more relaxed around Jane and her bratty owl. Jane’s face bloomed red again as she spoke about the attention she had just received a little bit ago. The paper in Jasadja’s hand crinkled, just a bit when she recognized that she was part of the reason for Jane’s discomfort. “W-well I can leave you be if you’d prefer to be alone!” Jasadja blurted with little thought, actually plenty of thought for the girl’s feelings.
Jasadja watched as Jane took careful steps to a seat in her compartment while simultaneously giving Lavena plenty of room in case the owl decided to lash out.
Thick low-set brows arched in curiosity as Jane took her seat and Lavena actually climbed into her lap! Like a disgruntled cat who was trying to gain forgiveness. The sight was...adorable. She had to tamper her urge to stroke the spoiled owl. It was apparent to her now how Lavena had grown to be so spoiled in the first place. Those moon shaped eyes of her likely got her out of heaps of trouble.
Taking a wary step into the compartment, eyes remaining trained on the short-eared owl that perched in her owner’s lap. “Oh she’s not so bad,” she softened, “maybe a firmer hand would keep her in line.” Jasadja was certainly one to talk, the moment Pickles would start howling she would be the one to coddle him.
It was Jasadja’s turn to blush now, her cheeks tinted a rosy hue as her gaze now fixed on the half-finished origami she still gently clasped between her fingers. “Oh, no no. I’m terrible at training animals. I couldn’t get a pack of dogs to follow me if I strung raw meat all over myself and ran through a kennel.” The words came out in a hurry as she tried to tamp down any lingering embarrassment she might have felt for the crime of being caught with something she loved.
“You really like it?” Heat left her reddened face. Turning the paper over in her hands she added another fold to it. It had been her parents that taught her the art. It was something small that the two had shared together and wanted to pass on to their children. As a child she had used it to calm down or make gifts for her brother.
“I can teach you if you like,” one blue eye shimmered like the morning sky and one brown eye glowed like sunlight on honey, “or I could make you something. I can enchant them to move too. Every now and then I’ll write a letter and fold it into a bird then enchant the bird to fly to recipient of the letter.” The words bubbled up from Jasadja like a boiling cauldron that had a lid kept on it but could no longer hold its contents.
Glancing ever so slightly at an empty seat in the compartment. “May I sit with you?”
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Post by shades on Oct 14, 2017 17:11:08 GMT -5
[ ugh. i'm so sorry. it's homecoming weekend and i've literally not been home all day until now. alright. i'm going to finish ryland, by that i mean figure out basic idea of looks and finish basic personality and his demographics. then catch me up on what is happening and i'll make a starter ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 14, 2017 17:20:43 GMT -5
{ alright shades and don't worry about it <3 <3
i'm gonna work on a reply for hawthorne in a little bit
i'm definitely not procrastinating my last annotated bibliography }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 14, 2017 17:38:25 GMT -5
( i feel like you're avoiding something )
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 14, 2017 17:39:33 GMT -5
[ good luck with your assignment. it sounds a bit grueling. ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 14, 2017 17:48:50 GMT -5
“Your cat's name is… Pickles?”
With pebble-dark eyes, Jane was cool and quiet as she studied the girl that she had found herself in the company of. Other than the finger that searched warmly though the ruff of her bird’s silky feathers, the focus of the Ravenclaw was like a straightened arrow, ready and flying towards the target it sought to strike. But with all her tepid studying, Jane couldn’t help but let her lips curl into a smile as she listened to the girl. “That’s a funny name for a cat…” she finally said, her eyes darting down towards the animal in her lap. “Don’t most people name their pets things like ‘Whiskers’ or ‘Fluffy?’” And at this, something of a chuckle left her. She certainly wasn’t one to talk, what with how she’d named her bird.
“He sounds quite a bit like this one,” she said after a time, her gaze washing over the bird in her lap, who- having received more than her fill of attention, it seemed- twisted her head, and snapped her thorny black beak at Jane. Drawing her hand away to escape a biting, the girl simply sighed and frowned, before pressing her palm to the seat beside her. “And… while it’s a lovely sentiment, I don’t think Lavena could control her ego even if she wanted to. Not with this attitude, at least...” And for once, the bird didn’t seem to be listening... or at least, didn’t care.
Letting her eyes flick back towards Jasadja, who stood awkwardly within the door, it didn’t occur to Jane for quite some time to invite the girl in. Rather, in that moment, Jane was far too busy studying the figure there to do anything of the sort. It seemed that- for no reason other than that Jasadja had offered her some friendly words- the odd-eyed Gryffindor had managed to snag Jane’s ever curious interest. Not that you could tell as much, however. With a face that fell naturally into a scowl, it wasn’t often that many figured Jane to be a friendly person. Rather, most of the students at Hogwarts ran off of the assumption that she was entirely the opposite- apparently too busy for company, with her nose dipped into a book, and her eyes resting in a dull glare. In reality, however, Jane was quite happy to speak when spoken to- as she was then, with Jasadja at the door.
“Oh, no- please, feel free to stay. You’re quite welcome,” she said, quietly eager to sooth the worry that she saw gathering up within the girl. Jane certainly didn’t want to cause her new acquaintance issue- really, she didn’t want to cause anyone issue, and if she could, she would avoid causing it. Lavena on the other hand (or rather, wing), did not seem to share her sentiment, for she glared bitterly at Jasadja, before turning and tucking her head down among the feathers of her back.
Watching then as her company shifted further into the compartment, she nodded as the topic of her bird once more came into focus. A firm hand was definitely needed when handling the owl, which- in this case- Jane supposed she didn’t have. She had no talent for handling animals- never had, and probably never would. Just as Jasadja said, she couldn’t get a dog to do a single thing she asked it to… though she doubted that she’d ever go to such extreme lengths as the ones that Jasadja had mentioned, no matter how much she wanted a trick obeyed. “Maybe they’re bewitched dogs…” she joked after a time, her voice soft and curious. “I don’t know a single one that wouldn’t chase after something like that.”
Peeking at the craft within Jasadja’s hand, Jane bobbed her head once more in a confirming nod when she was asked if she truly liked the object, and watched with steady eyes as it was further folded into being. “Yes, I do,” she assured, her fingers absently returning to the feathers of her pet- as if wishing to simulate the turning and pressing of the paper that she’d witnessed, only to find downy plumage in the project's place instead. However, it was when the prospect of teaching was brought up, that the girl’s face began to beam in a way that dispelled the scowl that plagued her.
“You would... You would teach me to do that?” She inquired, her pitch a little higher. “I would love to learn how,” she said with a nod, her eyes wide and looking ever so slightly delighted. “Maybe then I can fold letters as well, and send them to my parents… maybe not enchant them- I don’t think they’d like that much- but certainly fold them… Please, feel free to sit down.”
With that, she motioned towards the seat opposite to her, and grinned.
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