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Magical Soul · #1 (**permalink**) 08-13-2015, 12:00 PM

Near the hidden entrance to the prefect bathroom on the fifth floor stands a statue of a lost-looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands. This is Boris the Bewildered, a good meeting spot on this largely empty and musty-smelling floor.

ArianaBlack · 10-03-2015, 05:01 AM

Merlin, he still couldn't believe his luck. He got paired with Sophie Brown and everything was right in the world. This was the best lesson of his entire life. And he had been attending lessons at Hogwarts since age 11. So he knew what he was talking about here.

"This is fantastic," he grinned from ear to ear as he walked further out into the corridor. "How bout we just stick around the room?" That way they could walk in right before their hour was up. As much as Zander did want to go to the treehouse... This seemed more practical. Merlin, who was he turning into!?

Ahem.

Flipping the notecard around in his hands, he looked over at his girl friend. "You wanna start it off?" Was she ready to get to know the real Zander Adair? Oh wait a minute. That's right. Sophie Brown was the one person who knew Zander Adair the most. LOL. k botros. k.

feeheeheeny · 10-03-2015, 06:00 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Merlin, he still couldn't believe his luck. He got paired with Sophie Brown and everything was right in the world. This was the best lesson of his entire life. And he had been attending lessons at Hogwarts since age 11. So he knew what he was talking about here.

"This is fantastic," he grinned from ear to ear as he walked further out into the corridor. "How bout we just stick around the room?" That way they could walk in right before their hour was up. As much as Zander did want to go to the treehouse... This seemed more practical. Merlin, who was he turning into!?

Ahem.

Flipping the notecard around in his hands, he looked over at his girl friend. "You wanna start it off?" Was she ready to get to know the real Zander Adair? Oh wait a minute. That's right. Sophie Brown was the one person who knew Zander Adair the most. LOL. k botros. k.

Life was soooooooo good. The Head couple was quite LITERALLY LIVING THE DREAM.

"Sounds good to me," Soph chimed brightly, not minding one BIT where they went. No matter where they chose, it was going to be GOOD. And... easy. Easy to share deep things with Zander, no doubt, if she could even come up with good stuff that he DIDN'T know yet.

At Zander's suggestion, the Ravenclaw brightly accepted the card from him and grinned at the question, her gaze shifting from the card to him, then back down at the card... then a devious, amused grin took over as she looked back up at him. "You wanted ME to share something personal with you first? You're just scared to go first. Nerd."

She sighed, though, and ended up sitting down beside the statue, thinking hard about... something worthwhile to share. Something... he wouldn't know yet, which was hard, since she told Zander everything. Everything about EVERYTHING. So... what was worth sharing?

"I..." Hmm. Well... she tried not to do this in front of him and mostly did it when she was by herself, so... "I guess... I've probably cried more this term than I've ever cried in my entire Hogwarts career." Haaahaha. Hilarious, right? Soph even laughed as she said it as if it was SO funny. Nervous laughter, of course, but then she quickly nodded her head at him, "Now you go," extending the card out for him to see if he needed to.

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ArianaBlack · 10-03-2015, 06:29 AM

SPOILER!!: Soooophie ;_____;

"Not scared! I just don't know what I'd say," which was still true actually. Something personal that Sophie didn't already know? ... Well, remember that part when he thought this was going to be the easiest assignment in the world? Yeah. He lied. It was probably harder working with Soph who already knew him both inside and out. Heck, sometimes Zander even though Sophie Brown knew him better than he knew himself.

That's what would make this hard. Granted, it probably wouldn't have been easy saying all that deep stuff to a stranger. Which is why it was nice that he got to tell Sophie who he was already 100% comfortable with. But while she thought, Zander took the time to think too. Even slumping down and sitting next to her against the statue.

And when she finally had something, Zander looked over at her waiting. Out of all the things she could've possibly said, this one was probably most surprising for Zander. Crying? How come she didn't tell him that? ... Zander knew it was a really tough term for her and that things with Toby and Evie and well... He just didn't realized that she'd been crying over it.

He felt his heart sink a little bit as he gave her a worried look, especially now that she was laughing. "I'm sorry, Soph I--" But before he could say much else he was handed the flashcard and told it was his turn to go. "Y'know, I'm always here for you, right?" Before looking down and reading over the first question again. Merlin. What could he possibly say? Eeeeeeerrrrr....

"Um," he mussed his hair in thought. "I never really remembered my dreams all too well... But ever since Fifth Year, I've had constant nightmares where I'm back in the forbidden forrest with Aegis and Gregoire... It's always the same one, too... And I always wake up at the same part, in a mess of sweat." Actually he hadn't told anyone about the nightmares. It was embarrassing. And he was also trying to suppress memories of that night. "They've er, gotten a lot better though," y'know, just so she wasn't worried or anything. They had stopped being frequent nightmares. Maybe it had something to do with what that Truebridge kid said, but who knows.

Anyways. "Your go," This next one would be so much easier for her too.

SPOILER!!: Card

feeheeheeny · 10-03-2015, 07:14 AM

Text Cut: Zander ;____;

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

"Not scared! I just don't know what I'd say," which was still true actually. Something personal that Sophie didn't already know? ... Well, remember that part when he thought this was going to be the easiest assignment in the world? Yeah. He lied. It was probably harder working with Soph who already knew him both inside and out. Heck, sometimes Zander even though Sophie Brown knew him better than he knew himself.

That's what would make this hard. Granted, it probably wouldn't have been easy saying all that deep stuff to a stranger. Which is why it was nice that he got to tell Sophie who he was already 100% comfortable with. But while she thought, Zander took the time to think too. Even slumping down and sitting next to her against the statue.

And when she finally had something, Zander looked over at her waiting. Out of all the things she could've possibly said, this one was probably most surprising for Zander. Crying? How come she didn't tell him that? ... Zander knew it was a really tough term for her and that things with Toby and Evie and well... He just didn't realized that she'd been crying over it.

He felt his heart sink a little bit as he gave her a worried look, especially now that she was laughing. "I'm sorry, Soph I--" But before he could say much else he was handed the flashcard and told it was his turn to go. "Y'know, I'm always here for you, right?" Before looking down and reading over the first question again. Merlin. What could he possibly say? Eeeeeeerrrrr....

"Um," he mussed his hair in thought. "I never really remembered my dreams all too well... But ever since Fifth Year, I've had constant nightmares where I'm back in the forbidden forrest with Aegis and Gregoire... It's always the same one, too... And I always wake up at the same part, in a mess of sweat." Actually he hadn't told anyone about the nightmares. It was embarrassing. And he was also trying to suppress memories of that night. "They've er, gotten a lot better though," y'know, just so she wasn't worried or anything. They had stopped being frequent nightmares. Maybe it had something to do with what that Truebridge kid said, but who knows.

Anyways. "Your go," This next one would be so much easier for her too.

She didn't need his sympathy nor his pity, so when he reacted with concern, Soph just laughed a bit more and gave a nonchalant, carefree shrug like it was totally no big deal. Because it was no big deal. Obviously. Not a big deal at all. She was fine. She could handle this. There was nothing Sophie Brown couldn't handle.

...Right?

She nodded her silent understanding at him always being there for her because that's what best friends and boyfriends were for, but she was grateful that he did go on to work on sharing his personal thing, too, as it provided a nice distraction. She also understood how hard it was to come up with something worthwhile, so while he thought about it and filled the time with an "um" and hair-ruffling, Soph shifted in her position so she was leaning against him a little, comfortably giving him her attention.

But what he decided to say was... not anything she was expecting at all, and her face fell, and a haunting chill ran through her. She... knew, of course, that he still felt plagued by those forest events, but... she had no idea he had nightmares from it. Regularly, at that. They'd... gotten better? But still not better enough for him to not have them, and she could SEE that this still bothered him a lot.

Quietly, barely audible, Soph replied, "I love you." She gave his arm an encouraging squeeze, and she wanted to spend more time on the topic... but he was handing the card back to her, just as that first question they'd fulfilled disappeared.

All right, then. They would... come back to Zander's nightmares later. Yes.

...An impression? Soph giggled, straightening up a little and smoothing back her hair before deepening her voice and mimicking with vigor, "I'm no teddy bear! I'm the dragon of the dungeons!" Then she siiiiiighed dramatically and lowered her voice, "The truth is, Mr. Adair, I want everyone to fear me, to think I'm so big and scary, but underneath, deep down, my deeeeep, dark secret is that I'm really soft and squishy inside. I love my students and just want them to do well in my class and realize their full potential and love themselves almost as much as they love me." She perked back up. "And you know that Sophie Brown? She is my FAVORITE and BEST and MOST INGENIOUS student of all time. I'm so blessed to have someone as brilliant as her in my class." And then she put her hand on her tummy, "Ugh," she grunted, "m'HUNGRY, ADAIR. Go fetch me a steak as big as my ego!"

...And then she giggled again, settling back down beside Zander, her head on his shoulder, and offered him the card. "Spitting image of him, right?" HEHEHE.

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oh its Erik ok · 10-03-2015, 10:52 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

And just like that, education was tossed out the door for the morning. He could ask questions, definitely. By now the boy was practically trained in the art and his quick quotes quill was always eager for an interview. It helped that it was with Dante, the guy had been nice enough to show him where the Library was that one time when he was lost, didn't even mind walking there.

"Dante!" Blaise hopped out of his seat and turned to face the boy who would be his partner.

"I got the flashcard right here. Ready to go?" Others were leaving. It was only right they got a move on too or they'd run short on time and have to stay somewhere super close to the classroom in order to get everything done.

"Have you got somewhere in mind?" If not, could they hit the staircases? He liked the way they moved.

Dante reluctantly said he did have somewhere in mind. Which was not far and was even on the same floor. Less walking the better. He told him about the Boris the Bewildered Statue if he did not know about it already. He was a first year. So maybe not.

Who knows.

And now here they are with flash cards and about to get more personal than Dante would ever want to with a first year.

"Since asking questions is more of your thing. I'll let you ask first"

Might as well get it over with as quick as possible.

DaniDiNardo · 10-03-2015, 11:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Meizzner

Dante reluctantly said he did have somewhere in mind. Which was not far and was even on the same floor. Less walking the better. He told him about the Boris the Bewildered Statue if he did not know about it already. He was a first year. So maybe not.

Who knows.

And now here they are with flash cards and about to get more personal than Dante would ever want to with a first year.

"Since asking questions is more of your thing. I'll let you ask first"

Might as well get it over with as quick as possible.

He didn't know who Boris was but he was happy enough to follow behind the older Slytherin. It was so cool, kinda like going on an adventure. You just never knew where you would end up. Although in this case it looked like they ended up here.

Oh.

Well this was cool too he guessed. Being here now, he realized it was something he'd passed on his way to classes all the time. Funny how he never took much notice of it til now--HE COULD GO FIRST??? "Wicked!" The boy liked going first and nodded toward his subject, indicating that the quill and notepad could start making their notes as he lifted the flashcard.

"Okay." Blaise said, sinking to the ground to get comfy. "First question; Share something personal with your partner." He was aaaaaall ears, and so was his quill!...Did quills have ears?

oh its Erik ok · 10-03-2015, 11:27 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

He didn't know who Boris was but he was happy enough to follow behind the older Slytherin. It was so cool, kinda like going on an adventure. You just never knew where you would end up. Although in this case it looked like they ended up here.

Oh.

Well this was cool too he guessed. Being here now, he realized it was something he'd passed on his way to classes all the time. Funny how he never took much notice of it til now--HE COULD GO FIRST??? "Wicked!" The boy liked going first and nodded toward his subject, indicating that the quill and notepad could start making their notes as he lifted the flashcard.

"Okay." Blaise said, sinking to the ground to get comfy. "First question; Share something personal with your partner." He was aaaaaall ears, and so was his quill!...Did quills have ears?

Yeah, this was the better idea. Since it seemed Blaise was all for asking the questions first. Dante was indifferent to the whole thing.

"Well my brother is the bassist for the band The Dead Kneazles"

That was something personal right. It had to do with his family and stuff. It was not secret that Dante would rather not talk about it. Though to girls he was more willing. But still he would rather not deal with the attention.

"Same question to you"

He guessed he had have to ask the same question to him to move this along. though he doubted this would last an hour. He would rather just get it over with. Like he has been saying.

Felixir · 10-04-2015, 01:34 AM

Daxton had zero intentions of straying very far from the Ancient Runes classroom. He did not like moving around too much if he could help it, tending towards a stationary life for the majority of the time. Which one might think would make him less impatient than he was, but they would be wrong.

He came to a halt a good twenty feet short of the statue of Boris the Bewildered, and turned back to face his Slytherin 'partner', while flipping the card over in his hands and finally reading the prompts listed.

And immediately feeling even more disgusted by the whole affair. This was ridiculous, and for once, Daxton's face said as much. With a wholly unimpressed expression etched on his features, the Ravenclaw thrust out the card for the other boy to take, and so that he would go first.

Ridiculous. The was ridiculous.

ArianaBlack · 10-04-2015, 05:55 AM

SPOILER!!: this took a turn

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

She didn't need his sympathy nor his pity, so when he reacted with concern, Soph just laughed a bit more and gave a nonchalant, carefree shrug like it was totally no big deal. Because it was no big deal. Obviously. Not a big deal at all. She was fine. She could handle this. There was nothing Sophie Brown couldn't handle.

...Right?

She nodded her silent understanding at him always being there for her because that's what best friends and boyfriends were for, but she was grateful that he did go on to work on sharing his personal thing, too, as it provided a nice distraction. She also understood how hard it was to come up with something worthwhile, so while he thought about it and filled the time with an "um" and hair-ruffling, Soph shifted in her position so she was leaning against him a little, comfortably giving him her attention.

But what he decided to say was... not anything she was expecting at all, and her face fell, and a haunting chill ran through her. She... knew, of course, that he still felt plagued by those forest events, but... she had no idea he had nightmares from it. Regularly, at that. They'd... gotten better? But still not better enough for him to not have them, and she could SEE that this still bothered him a lot.

Quietly, barely audible, Soph replied, "I love you." She gave his arm an encouraging squeeze, and she wanted to spend more time on the topic... but he was handing the card back to her, just as that first question they'd fulfilled disappeared.

All right, then. They would... come back to Zander's nightmares later. Yes.

...An impression? Soph giggled, straightening up a little and smoothing back her hair before deepening her voice and mimicking with vigor, "I'm no teddy bear! I'm the dragon of the dungeons!" Then she siiiiiighed dramatically and lowered her voice, "The truth is, Mr. Adair, I want everyone to fear me, to think I'm so big and scary, but underneath, deep down, my deeeeep, dark secret is that I'm really soft and squishy inside. I love my students and just want them to do well in my class and realize their full potential and love themselves almost as much as they love me." She perked back up. "And you know that Sophie Brown? She is my FAVORITE and BEST and MOST INGENIOUS student of all time. I'm so blessed to have someone as brilliant as her in my class." And then she put her hand on her tummy, "Ugh," she grunted, "m'HUNGRY, ADAIR. Go fetch me a steak as big as my ego!"

...And then she giggled again, settling back down beside Zander, her head on his shoulder, and offered him the card. "Spitting image of him, right?" HEHEHE.

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Y’know, normally under any other circumstances, Zander loved to hear Sophie’s laugh. Except right now, her laugh wasn’t right. It sounded broken and Zander hated that. It was almost painful to hear. The shrugging also made him shift around uncomfortably, he sorta felt guilty in a way. Guilty that he couldn’t makes thing better. Guilty that she had to cry.

But clearly she didn’t want to talk about it at the moment, so he dropped it. And was quite thankfully that Sophie had let him drop what he had said too. They were moving on. Which was great. Because he was incredibly embarrassed about the information he had just shared. Ahem. Know one knew that. And no one was supposed to know that. He wasn’t a child. He wasn’t supposed to have reoccurring nightmares.

He did give her a small grin at her words, though. ”Love you too,” he was thankful for the next task on the card. Something light. Something less depressing. Something like comic relief. Merlin Botros, had he planned this?

It could also go in a number of ways. Sophie Brown was cozy with LOADS of Professors. So Zander was curious. Which would she choose to imitate? It didn’t take him by surprise when she chose Professor C, knowing quite well that the two of them knew each other incredibly well since Sophie had been his student since second year and all. But he did NOT expect to laugh so hard.

Sweet Merlin, Soph! He was breathing up until the part about Sophie Brown being the best and most ingenious student. Though he might’ve agreed, HE JUST ABOUT LOST IT. Steak as big as his ego. o m g. SOPHIE BROWN.

He had to take a few moments just to catch his breath and calm down a bit. ”Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.” Sophie Brown never failed to surprise him. ”Don’t know if I can manage to top yours, but er…” and with that he stood up. Taking just a second to think about which Professor he’d choose, the Gryffindor began jumping around the tiled floor. Almost looked like an ickle playing “the floor is lava”. But with more grace and agility. This was a part of the scene.

”SPACE!” he began. ”It’s this ENTIRE WORLD filled with ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES,” he pranced around a little bit, especially making sure to circle his arms around in big dramatic movements. ”PEBBLES, GET BACK HERE!” Clarification, he was pretending to talk to a pretend pet rock. Because apparently that’s what Flamsteed did. ”Sweet solstice, if we want to get your brothers adopted, you have to set a good example and not hobble away while I am trying to nourish the young, developing minds of our bright future!” Merlin. ”Er, also live long and prosper,” he did the volcano salute thing that went along with it too. ”Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go unbeedazle my holiday suit.”

He mussed his hair and sat down again. That was exhausting. How did Professor F manage to prance around the classroom for entire lessons at a time? Zander could hardly keep up with it for a three minute imitation. He handed over the card just as the second task disappeared.

SPOILER!!: Card

feeheeheeny · 10-04-2015, 06:44 AM

Text Cut: sigh

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Y’know, normally under any other circumstances, Zander loved to hear Sophie’s laugh. Except right now, her laugh wasn’t right. It sounded broken and Zander hated that. It was almost painful to hear. The shrugging also made him shift around uncomfortably, he sorta felt guilty in a way. Guilty that he couldn’t makes thing better. Guilty that she had to cry.

But clearly she didn’t want to talk about it at the moment, so he dropped it. And was quite thankfully that Sophie had let him drop what he had said too. They were moving on. Which was great. Because he was incredibly embarrassed about the information he had just shared. Ahem. Know one knew that. And no one was supposed to know that. He wasn’t a child. He wasn’t supposed to have reoccurring nightmares.

He did give her a small grin at her words, though. ”Love you too,” he was thankful for the next task on the card. Something light. Something less depressing. Something like comic relief. Merlin Botros, had he planned this?

It could also go in a number of ways. Sophie Brown was cozy with LOADS of Professors. So Zander was curious. Which would she choose to imitate? It didn’t take him by surprise when she chose Professor C, knowing quite well that the two of them knew each other incredibly well since Sophie had been his student since second year and all. But he did NOT expect to laugh so hard.

Sweet Merlin, Soph! He was breathing up until the part about Sophie Brown being the best and most ingenious student. Though he might’ve agreed, HE JUST ABOUT LOST IT. Steak as big as his ego. o m g. SOPHIE BROWN.

He had to take a few moments just to catch his breath and calm down a bit. ”Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.” Sophie Brown never failed to surprise him. ”Don’t know if I can manage to top yours, but er…” and with that he stood up. Taking just a second to think about which Professor he’d choose, the Gryffindor began jumping around the tiled floor. Almost looked like an ickle playing “the floor is lava”. But with more grace and agility. This was a part of the scene.

”SPACE!” he began. ”It’s this ENTIRE WORLD filled with ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES,” he pranced around a little bit, especially making sure to circle his arms around in big dramatic movements. ”PEBBLES, GET BACK HERE!” Clarification, he was pretending to talk to a pretend pet rock. Because apparently that’s what Flamsteed did. ”Sweet solstice, if we want to get your brothers adopted, you have to set a good example and not hobble away while I am trying to nourish the young, developing minds of our bright future!” Merlin. ”Er, also live long and prosper,” he did the volcano salute thing that went along with it too. ”Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go unbeedazle my holiday suit.”

He mussed his hair and sat down again. That was exhausting. How did Professor F manage to prance around the classroom for entire lessons at a time? Zander could hardly keep up with it for a three minute imitation. He handed over the card just as the second task disappeared.

SPOILER!!: Card

Getting that kind of reaction out of Zander actually made her feel loads better already and she laughed right along with him at the end. "Thanks." But who would ZANDER impersonate? Would he cheat and do Bentley, a former professor? The new Myers guy? Javy? Flamsteed? Or...

Haaaaaahahaha. The moment he shouted space, Soph started laughing, and it intensified when he mentioned Pebbles AND used the term "sweet solstice." "That was the BEST. You've got him in the BAG. Mannerisms and all. I'd love for him to see you do that." They should go see both Culloden and Flamsteed after this and reenact their impressions. They'd be SOOOOO honored, wouldn't they? Hehehehe.

Accepting the card from him, Soph let out a low hum as she read the next question on the card. Hmm. There were a few immediate things that came to mind, but before she could give it too much thought, she was talking already. "I'm afraid of failing 'n not being the best 'cause people expect me to be the best at everything every day all the time 'n if I give an answer in class that's wrong or less than extraordinary people will probably fall over 'n die of shock 'n pigs will fly 'n that kind of pressure makes me not even want to go to classes a lot of the time but I do it anyway 'n make myself stop crying 'n drag myself out of bed 'n come to class anyway 'cause I'm Head Girl and m'supposed to try hard 'n be Ms. Hogwarts 'n be a good example 'n everything. There's no room for failure or less than extraordinary work from me 'cause I'll disappoint everyone who expects so much of me. I'll disappoint the professors 'n the young kids who look up to me 'n my friends 'n you 'n then you won't want me to be your girlfriend anymore 'cause m'not as incredible 'n perfect as you think I am 'n you'll stop loving me."

A forced smile firmly set upon her lips, but tears shining in her eyes, Soph extended the card over to him and proceeded to completely avoid eye contact.

Yeeeep. That just happened. And she was... probably not okay, but. Assignment. They had an assignment to fulfill. He would just... do his part, right? And casually ignore her overflow of emotions right now?

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DaniDiNardo · 10-04-2015, 02:34 PM

His quill had floated closer to Dante in anticipation for what would come next and he could see it scribbling away with zest. Merlin knew what it found so dead interesting but the kid would just let it do what it wanted. It was a band, that much he gathered but his mum didn't let him listen to the radio that much unless it was with her and she always liked classical stuff and those talk shows with the funny musical interludes.

When it was his turn, the boy actually had to tap at his chin in thought. Something personal? What could be personal to an 11 year old....?

Hmmmmmm...

Oh! He knew! "I tell my sister I don't like her sometimes but really I like when she hangs around and stuff." She was like his biggest fan. Hello, why WOULDN'T he want her around. Good thing Julie wasn't the type to take things all too personally when he said them.

"Okay! Your turn again! Do an impression of a celebrity or a professor you enjoy going to their classes the most."

Okay. Go.

ArianaBlack · 10-04-2015, 03:28 PM

SPOILER!!: Uhum, Soph

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

[color=palevioletred]Getting that kind of reaction out of Zander actually made her feel loads better already and she laughed right along with him at the end. "Thanks." But who would ZANDER impersonate? Would he cheat and do Bentley, a former professor? The new Myers guy? Javy? Flamsteed? Or...

Haaaaaahahaha. The moment he shouted space, Soph started laughing, and it intensified when he mentioned Pebbles AND used the term "sweet solstice." "That was the BEST. You've got him in the BAG. Mannerisms and all. I'd love for him to see you do that." They should go see both Culloden and Flamsteed after this and reenact their impressions. They'd be SOOOOO honored, wouldn't they? Hehehehe.

Accepting the card from him, Soph let out a low hum as she read the next question on the card. Hmm. There were a few immediate things that came to mind, but before she could give it too much thought, she was talking already. "I'm afraid of failing 'n not being the best 'cause people expect me to be the best at everything every day all the time 'n if I give an answer in class that's wrong or less than extraordinary people will probably fall over 'n die of shock 'n pigs will fly 'n that kind of pressure makes me not even want to go to classes a lot of the time but I do it anyway 'n make myself stop crying 'n drag myself out of bed 'n come to class anyway 'cause I'm Head Girl and m'supposed to try hard 'n be Ms. Hogwarts 'n be a good example 'n everything. There's no room for failure or less than extraordinary work from me 'cause I'll disappoint everyone who expects so much of me. I'll disappoint the professors 'n the young kids who look up to me 'n my friends 'n you 'n then you won't want me to be your girlfriend anymore 'cause m'not as incredible 'n perfect as you think I am 'n you'll stop loving me."

A forced smile firmly set upon her lips, but tears shining in her eyes, Soph extended the card over to him and proceeded to completely avoid eye contact.

Yeeeep. That just happened. And she was... probably not okay, but. Assignment. They had an assignment to fulfill. He would just... do his part, right? And casually ignore her overflow of emotions right now?

Zander made a horrified face at Ms Sophie Brown. "No way! He'd probably keep me in detention till the day I graduate if he saw that!" Zander was sure of it. It was all fun and games with Professor Flamsteed until you dishonored something that was dear to him. And he dishonored that startrek thing, pebbles the rock, and Astronomy all in one go. Professor Flamsteed could never see that. NOPE. And he was sure Culloden wouldn't be too pleased to see Sophie's impersonation either.

But anyways, it was time for the next question. And luckily Zander knew what he'd talk about: the impending fear of graduation and not knowing where to go in the future. But first it was Sophie Brown's turn so he gave her all of his attention. Undivided and everything. And Merlin, did she have a lot to say. And it was all pretty heavy. He didn't even realize how watery her eyes were getting until the end, where his grin from before had been replaced with a new look of ultimate concern.

What? Was she... okay?

Clearly not, so he didn't try to voice the stupidity. Instead, when she handed him the card.... He took one look down at it, and then impulsively ripped it in half. Errrrr... Maybe there was a better more thought out way to handle the situation. But Zander didn't have time for thinking. Sophie wasn't okay. And that wasn't okay. "Sophie, is that really what you're scared of? That you'll disappoint people?" he didn't give her much time to answer, however, because he needed to elaborate. "'Cause I guess I can't really speak for anyone else... But you won't ever disappoint me." He gave her arm a light squeeze.

"Let's just forget the assignment, okay? I think Botros will understand," Or well, he hoped the old man would understand... But seeing as the notecard was now split straight down the middle, it was sort of too late to turn back. "Being perfect all of the time is ridiculous, Soph. No one's perfect all the time and you're allowed to make mistakes too, y'know?" Actually, did she know? Probably not. "No one's gonna think any different of you if you skip a class, or land yourself a detention." He wasn't sure how much he was helping here, but um, he had already started so he had to finish somewhere. "Y'know, when I messed up really big in Fifth Year, I thought people would hate me and that I ruined everything for myself... But all I had to do was pick myself up again and start over, trying again. I guess what I mean is if we make mistakes, it's okay it happens. But the real mistake is not getting back up and trying again. 'Cause the only reason people would be disappointed is if you let yourself give up."

He had been looking at her the whole time. Taking a moment to pause before continuing. "But no one can expect you to be perfect every second of every day, that's too much pressure for a person to live with... And I'm sorry you've got so much pressure on you, Soph." He wrinkled his forehead a little, reaching for her hand. Merlin. What an assignment, right?

hermionesclone · 10-04-2015, 04:30 PM

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Daxton had zero intentions of straying very far from the Ancient Runes classroom. He did not like moving around too much if he could help it, tending towards a stationary life for the majority of the time. Which one might think would make him less impatient than he was, but they would be wrong.

He came to a halt a good twenty feet short of the statue of Boris the Bewildered, and turned back to face his Slytherin 'partner', while flipping the card over in his hands and finally reading the prompts listed.

And immediately feeling even more disgusted by the whole affair. This was ridiculous, and for once, Daxton's face said as much. With a wholly unimpressed expression etched on his features, the Ravenclaw thrust out the card for the other boy to take, and so that he would go first.

Ridiculous. The was ridiculous.

Daxton LEFT. Just LEFT. And all Phillip could do was follow behind him like some sort of puppy. "Wait!" Where was he GOING?! Because Phillip didn't like blindly following someone like this. He could be leading him to a death trap, for all he knew.

Oh. And then he stopped.

The Slytherin came to a stop as well and took a moment to look around. This? THIS was where he had decided to take them to? Uh. It wasn't EXCITING, HELLO?! The disappointment was clear on his face but he took the card thrown at him anyways. They might as well get started and all. And if he was going to have to take the lead, then so be it. But he wanted to know MORE about this silent kid standing opposite him.

The first question? '1) Share something personal with your partner.'

..................... Uh.....................

Personal? PERSONAL?! Phillip paused. What was he meant to share? Family issues? The deal with his parents? Something he regretted? Because all of THAT counted as personal things and the first year just wasn't comfortable enough to share any of that, especially not with someone he hardly knew. MER-LIN this was hard.

"My dad died last year so I didn't get to tell him about coming to Hogwarts," he said in the tiniest of whispers, half hoping that the Ravenclaw didn't hear him but the question would still be erased from the card. Cue an uncomfortable shuffling.

....................... "But don't you D A R E tell anyone. I mean it."

Okay, it was Daxton's turn. Go.

Felixir · 10-04-2015, 04:59 PM

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Daxton LEFT. Just LEFT. And all Phillip could do was follow behind him like some sort of puppy. "Wait!" Where was he GOING?! Because Phillip didn't like blindly following someone like this. He could be leading him to a death trap, for all he knew.

Oh. And then he stopped.

The Slytherin came to a stop as well and took a moment to look around. This? THIS was where he had decided to take them to? Uh. It wasn't EXCITING, HELLO?! The disappointment was clear on his face but he took the card thrown at him anyways. They might as well get started and all. And if he was going to have to take the lead, then so be it. But he wanted to know MORE about this silent kid standing opposite him.

The first question? '1) Share something personal with your partner.'

..................... Uh.....................

Personal? PERSONAL?! Phillip paused. What was he meant to share? Family issues? The deal with his parents? Something he regretted? Because all of THAT counted as personal things and the first year just wasn't comfortable enough to share any of that, especially not with someone he hardly knew. MER-LIN this was hard.

"My dad died last year so I didn't get to tell him about coming to Hogwarts," he said in the tiniest of whispers, half hoping that the Ravenclaw didn't hear him but the question would still be erased from the card. Cue an uncomfortable shuffling.

....................... "But don't you D A R E tell anyone. I mean it."

Okay, it was Daxton's turn. Go.

Was 'ugh' an emotion? Because Daxton was feeling it.

This whole activity made him uncomfortable and unhappy and downright annoyed, and he had been hoping that Ancient Runes would be a class he would actually be able to learn something in. Sure, all the galdr chanting would be impossible, but he had read through the textbook and it was not all about that, so he had made the mistake of allowing himself to look forward to the lesson. Big mistake. The Headmaster was clearly some sort of cheery happy 'lets all hold hands and be friends' type of idiot, the type of idiot Daxton now had a word for: Hufflepuff.

He would have stood there seething all day, given the opportunity, but Phillip Romalotti was jumping right into it, and so Daxton did actually pay attention.

And he did hear him, of course. Daxton's ears were frustratingly sensitive at times, but usually it meant he could hear a person's quiet whispers with relative ease, especially when said person was stood right in front of him. Daxton considered the boy for a moment, raising his eyebrows an infinitesimal amount at the insinuation that he would feel the need to tell anyone, that he had anyone to tell. Whatever.

After a moment, he took his notebook out of his school bag and pushed the biro out of the spiral binding. Flipping to a new page, he wrote his own... personal something. But he was not happy about it. The only thing that made it any easier was that he could latch onto Phillip Romalotti's statement, so it did not feel like such a big revelation. It was not even that it made him sad or upset to write about; it was a just a fact, after all. It was just annoying that they had to share personal stuff (which was personal for a reason) at all.

'I have no dad.'

Daxton held up the notebook to be read. He offered no further explanation on the matter; the card asked for only one thing, and this was all it was getting. He glanced at the card as he lowered the notebook again. Okay. Next.

hermionesclone · 10-04-2015, 05:50 PM

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Was 'ugh' an emotion? Because Daxton was feeling it.

This whole activity made him uncomfortable and unhappy and downright annoyed, and he had been hoping that Ancient Runes would be a class he would actually be able to learn something in. Sure, all the galdr chanting would be impossible, but he had read through the textbook and it was not all about that, so he had made the mistake of allowing himself to look forward to the lesson. Big mistake. The Headmaster was clearly some sort of cheery happy 'lets all hold hands and be friends' type of idiot, the type of idiot Daxton now had a word for: Hufflepuff.

He would have stood there seething all day, given the opportunity, but Phillip Romalotti was jumping right into it, and so Daxton did actually pay attention.

And he did hear him, of course. Daxton's ears were frustratingly sensitive at times, but usually it meant he could hear a person's quiet whispers with relative ease, especially when said person was stood right in front of him. Daxton considered the boy for a moment, raising his eyebrows an infinitesimal amount at the insinuation that he would feel the need to tell anyone, that he had anyone to tell. Whatever.

After a moment, he took his notebook out of his school bag and pushed the biro out of the spiral binding. Flipping to a new page, he wrote his own... personal something. But he was not happy about it. The only thing that made it any easier was that he could latch onto Phillip Romalotti's statement, so it did not feel like such a big revelation. It was not even that it made him sad or upset to write about; it was a just a fact, after all. It was just annoying that they had to share personal stuff (which was personal for a reason) at all.

'I have no dad.'

Daxton held up the notebook to be read. He offered no further explanation on the matter; the card asked for only one thing, and this was all it was getting. He glanced at the card as he lowered the notebook again. Okay. Next.

Phillip was still uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable. He didn't spill the beans about this to ANYONE so why was he telling this Ravenclaw right here? And why did they have to do this task in the first place? He didn't mind the getting to know people part -- other people's secrets -- but having to share his OWN personal issues was a different matter. So WHY, BOTROS, WHY?

And WHY WASN'T DAXTON SPEAKING?!

Merlin.

Instead, the boy was pulling out some sort of notebook and scribbling in it. Confused, Phillip tried to lean in juuuuuust to check that he wasn't taking notes of PHILLIP'S statement. But there was something else being written there. Something that made him squint to try and read it because it was upside down and all.

But before long, he was SHOWN the statement himself and.......... he paused. Again. He had no dad? NONE?! Phillip shot Daxton a confused look. "You have no dad. But..." How was that POSSIBLE? Was he some sort of Muggle science experiment gone WRONG? It would explain the no talking. "... Did your mum never tell you?" What? He was curious, okay?

But his eyes caught some sign of movement so he looked towards the flashcard, only to see that the first question was vanishing. COOL. Next question, then.

'2) Do an impression of a celebrity or a professor you enjoy going to their classes the most.'

So this was a guessing game, then? HMMM. Phillip rubbed his chin as he tried to think of a celebrity -- because he didn't have a favourite professor OR class yet. But there were TONS out there. Quidditch players, actors, musicians.............. And then his mind landed on one musician in particular. One with long hair who liked to rock out.

Oh, this would be GOLD.

So, Phillip messed up his normally straight hair to try and make it look slightly messy and wavy but in a GOOD way. Did it work? He didn't know but he was counting on it. He also took off his tie and tied it around his forehead to look COOL. Like, the ULTIMATE LEVEL OF COOL. And then he started playing air guitar -- which was something he did BEST -- and generally rocking out while also singing The Dragon Inside dramatically.

Was that going to be good enough?

feeheeheeny · 10-04-2015, 07:04 PM

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Zander made a horrified face at Ms Sophie Brown. "No way! He'd probably keep me in detention till the day I graduate if he saw that!" Zander was sure of it. It was all fun and games with Professor Flamsteed until you dishonored something that was dear to him. And he dishonored that startrek thing, pebbles the rock, and Astronomy all in one go. Professor Flamsteed could never see that. NOPE. And he was sure Culloden wouldn't be too pleased to see Sophie's impersonation either.

But anyways, it was time for the next question. And luckily Zander knew what he'd talk about: the impending fear of graduation and not knowing where to go in the future. But first it was Sophie Brown's turn so he gave her all of his attention. Undivided and everything. And Merlin, did she have a lot to say. And it was all pretty heavy. He didn't even realize how watery her eyes were getting until the end, where his grin from before had been replaced with a new look of ultimate concern.

What? Was she... okay?

Clearly not, so he didn't try to voice the stupidity. Instead, when she handed him the card.... He took one look down at it, and then impulsively ripped it in half. Errrrr... Maybe there was a better more thought out way to handle the situation. But Zander didn't have time for thinking. Sophie wasn't okay. And that wasn't okay. "Sophie, is that really what you're scared of? That you'll disappoint people?" he didn't give her much time to answer, however, because he needed to elaborate. "'Cause I guess I can't really speak for anyone else... But you won't ever disappoint me." He gave her arm a light squeeze.

"Let's just forget the assignment, okay? I think Botros will understand," Or well, he hoped the old man would understand... But seeing as the notecard was now split straight down the middle, it was sort of too late to turn back. "Being perfect all of the time is ridiculous, Soph. No one's perfect all the time and you're allowed to make mistakes too, y'know?" Actually, did she know? Probably not. "No one's gonna think any different of you if you skip a class, or land yourself a detention." He wasn't sure how much he was helping here, but um, he had already started so he had to finish somewhere. "Y'know, when I messed up really big in Fifth Year, I thought people would hate me and that I ruined everything for myself... But all I had to do was pick myself up again and start over, trying again. I guess what I mean is if we make mistakes, it's okay it happens. But the real mistake is not getting back up and trying again. 'Cause the only reason people would be disappointed is if you let yourself give up."

He had been looking at her the whole time. Taking a moment to pause before continuing. "But no one can expect you to be perfect every second of every day, that's too much pressure for a person to live with... And I'm sorry you've got so much pressure on you, Soph." He wrinkled his forehead a little, reaching for her hand. Merlin. What an assignment, right?

He TORE THEIR CARD UP. HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO GET A GOOD GRADE NOW. HE HAD JUST SOLIDIFIED HER FAILURE.

Her eyes met his, the tears pooling even more now, and she wanted to put her hand over his mouth and ask him to stop talking because they were supposed to be doing this assignment and returning to Botros, but... she supposed it didn't matter now. They'd already failed, though surely she could repair the card... but what if she couldn't? What if him ripping it up had broken the enchantment on it, and they couldn't continue now?

Quiet and feeling very, very small during Zander's entire spiel, Soph kept her gaze away from his, sadness clear in every etching of her face. Once he was finally finished, she simply shrugged. "Y'don't understand - they WOULD be disappointed. People just EXPECT me to be the best. It'd be like... an imbalance in the universe if I messed up, y'know?" Another shrug.

"I still think you should share YOUR fear." Because she didn't want to talk about this here. No. If they had to return to class, she was NOT going to have traces of crying, Zander Adair. Don't make her bawl, please.

Felixir · 10-04-2015, 08:29 PM

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Phillip was still uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable. He didn't spill the beans about this to ANYONE so why was he telling this Ravenclaw right here? And why did they have to do this task in the first place? He didn't mind the getting to know people part -- other people's secrets -- but having to share his OWN personal issues was a different matter. So WHY, BOTROS, WHY?

And WHY WASN'T DAXTON SPEAKING?!

Merlin.

Instead, the boy was pulling out some sort of notebook and scribbling in it. Confused, Phillip tried to lean in juuuuuust to check that he wasn't taking notes of PHILLIP'S statement. But there was something else being written there. Something that made him squint to try and read it because it was upside down and all.

But before long, he was SHOWN the statement himself and.......... he paused. Again. He had no dad? NONE?! Phillip shot Daxton a confused look. "You have no dad. But..." How was that POSSIBLE? Was he some sort of Muggle science experiment gone WRONG? It would explain the no talking. "... Did your mum never tell you?" What? He was curious, okay?

But his eyes caught some sign of movement so he looked towards the flashcard, only to see that the first question was vanishing. COOL. Next question, then.

'2) Do an impression of a celebrity or a professor you enjoy going to their classes the most.'

So this was a guessing game, then? HMMM. Phillip rubbed his chin as he tried to think of a celebrity -- because he didn't have a favourite professor OR class yet. But there were TONS out there. Quidditch players, actors, musicians.............. And then his mind landed on one musician in particular. One with long hair who liked to rock out.

Oh, this would be GOLD.

So, Phillip messed up his normally straight hair to try and make it look slightly messy and wavy but in a GOOD way. Did it work? He didn't know but he was counting on it. He also took off his tie and tied it around his forehead to look COOL. Like, the ULTIMATE LEVEL OF COOL. And then he started playing air guitar -- which was something he did BEST -- and generally rocking out while also singing The Dragon Inside dramatically.

Was that going to be good enough?

To Phillip Romalotti's question, Daxton only gave a shrug. To answer in detail would be to reveal more about himself than he was comfortable doing, and that was not going to happen. The Romalotti boy could keep guessing; no doubt one of Charlotte Kettleburn's rumours would get to him and he could draw his own (incorrect) conclusions.

Peeking at the next prompt at the same time as the Slytherin, Daxton would have completely deadpanned, were it not for the fact that he was permanently in the 'deadpan' expression.

An impression... of a celebrity or professor. Multiple problems with this one. One being that Daxton did not really know of any celebrities, not right at this moment, at least. Another problem was the fact that he did not have the slightest idea how he was supposed to do an impression. He did not really know enough about how people operated to know how to emulate them.

Though... Phillip Romalotti did not seem to be having much trouble. Daxton watched him, blinking, taking half a step back when the boy started warbling one song or another, a song Daxton did not recognised. He watched the other boy warily for a moment, but did not join him with the impersonations. Instead he wrote something new on his notebook, and held it up for the other boy to see when he was done... doing whatever.

'Next.'

As in, it was time to move on to the next prompt.

As in, Daxton had no interest in making himself look like an idiot.

hermionesclone · 10-04-2015, 08:49 PM

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To Phillip Romalotti's question, Daxton only gave a shrug. To answer in detail would be to reveal more about himself than he was comfortable doing, and that was not going to happen. The Romalotti boy could keep guessing; no doubt one of Charlotte Kettleburn's rumours would get to him and he could draw his own (incorrect) conclusions.

Peeking at the next prompt at the same time as the Slytherin, Daxton would have completely deadpanned, were it not for the fact that he was permanently in the 'deadpan' expression.

An impression... of a celebrity or professor. Multiple problems with this one. One being that Daxton did not really know of any celebrities, not right at this moment, at least. Another problem was the fact that he did not have the slightest idea how he was supposed to do an impression. He did not really know enough about how people operated to know how to emulate them.

Though... Phillip Romalotti did not seem to be having much trouble. Daxton watched him, blinking, taking half a step back when the boy started warbling one song or another, a song Daxton did not recognised. He watched the other boy warily for a moment, but did not join him with the impersonations. Instead he wrote something new on his notebook, and held it up for the other boy to see when he was done... doing whatever.

'Next.'

As in, it was time to move on to the next prompt.

As in, Daxton had no interest in making himself look like an idiot.

You know, Phillip thought that by doing his impression of his celebrity, Daxton would be scribbling down in his notebook to guess who it was. It would be like charades but different because Phillip was ACTUALLY talking. But did any of that happen? NO. The boy wasn't even impressed with his AWESOME air guitar skills. Can you believe that?

Sigh. Was it THAT hard to guess who West Odessa was?

Shaking his head and making a mental note to introduce this boy to, you know, COOL AND HIP THINGS, Phillip waited for Daxton to do his own impression. Except, THAT didn't come either. Instead, the boy only help up his notebook with the new word 'next' written on it. Uh. HELLO?! "Come ON, it says here that you have to do it as well!"

Maybe.

Aaaaaanyways. Moving on they were. The Slytherin rubbed his nose as he looked towards the next question.

'3) Admit something that worries you, or something you are afraid of.'

Really? What was it with these questions and how PERSONAL they were? He didn't want to be spilling ANYTHING to someone he hardly knew. Couldn't there be questions about, uh, telling funny stories? Interesting stories? Maybe one of epic adventures and discovering something new with a bit of rule breaking added in there? No?

Sigh. Again. "I hate the sight of blood. HATE it." As in, he was scared of something that ran through his body but he wasn't about to tell Daxton that. And speaking of, he should NOT tell anyone, okay? Look at his face. Was it intimidating enough for Daxton to keep this a secret?

"Your turn."

oh its Erik ok · 10-04-2015, 09:04 PM

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His quill had floated closer to Dante in anticipation for what would come next and he could see it scribbling away with zest. Merlin knew what it found so dead interesting but the kid would just let it do what it wanted. It was a band, that much he gathered but his mum didn't let him listen to the radio that much unless it was with her and she always liked classical stuff and those talk shows with the funny musical interludes.

When it was his turn, the boy actually had to tap at his chin in thought. Something personal? What could be personal to an 11 year old....?

Hmmmmmm...

Oh! He knew! "I tell my sister I don't like her sometimes but really I like when she hangs around and stuff." She was like his biggest fan. Hello, why WOULDN'T he want her around. Good thing Julie wasn't the type to take things all too personally when he said them.

"Okay! Your turn again! Do an impression of a celebrity or a professor you enjoy going to their classes the most."

Okay. Go.

Well that was almost as boring as his one. Good job, Blaise. Dante did the same thing around his brother. So yeah. That was it. That was all Dante thought on the matter.

So know he was onto the impersonation of a Professor. Well he would do Quigley. But he was gone and Blaise would not know him. So one here this term. Well Dante wanted to pick the easy one. So yeah

Flamsteed, it was.

"Okay here i go" Dante took a moment

"ABSOLUTELY STELLAR ANSWER CAPTAIN"

Let see if he gets it.

DaniDiNardo · 10-04-2015, 09:35 PM

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Well that was almost as boring as his one. Good job, Blaise. Dante did the same thing around his brother. So yeah. That was it. That was all Dante thought on the matter.

So know he was onto the impersonation of a Professor. Well he would do Quigley. But he was gone and Blaise would not know him. So one here this term. Well Dante wanted to pick the easy one. So yeah

Flamsteed, it was.

"Okay here i go" Dante took a moment

"ABSOLUTELY STELLAR ANSWER CAPTAIN"

Let see if he gets it.

It was really cool how the questions were disappearing as they got through them--without them having to lift a wand! It was kinda like his quill and notepad only the words were leaving instead of being created. Was this paper magic? Could he buy this somewhere in Diagon Alley next summer? All questions he would have to ask the Professor when they got back to class.

"Oh! Oh! That's Airey! That's Professor Airey, isn't it??" He was the only one who made them call each other Captain and stuff...except he said he couldn't be a Captain....

Mean. He would make a GREAT Captain one day, he was sure and he wouldn't need the Professor to tell him when.

"Myyy turn." But who would he use? Did he have a favourite Professor? Just had to be a class he enjoyed, right? Um...."Can we pretend I did a really good impression of Professor Moxley? My quill will make it up and everything." He just needed him to corroborate his story in case the Professor asked but right now...he didn't know HOW to be the Muggle Studies Professor and was ready to move on.

"Anyway, next you have to admit something that worries you, or something you're afraid of." Who came up with these questions anyway, Merlin.

ArianaBlack · 10-04-2015, 10:04 PM

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And now she was REALLY about to start crying.

And Merlin, it was his fault. Not that he wasn't used to it or anything... 'Cause he had definitely made girls cry loads of times in the past. Pretty sure he had a solid count of 5 times with Lux Carrington, but Zander had always tried to pass that off on the fact that maybe the girl just liked crying or something. But this one, this one he was sure was his fault entirely.

"Well then I think that they need to get over themselves 'cause it's unfair to expect that someone would be perfect all the time." He mussed his hair... Not entirely sure what all he could say to make everything alright again. "You've gotta think about yourself too, Soph. Y'can't just live your entire life for other people," if only he could actually channel his inner Flamsteed and spill out some great nuggets of wisdom like the astronomy man often did. Sigh. But alas, he was still Adair. "And, well, Tanner said that Head Boy and Head Girl are meant to be a team effort that we're supposed to help shoulder each other's load... So I know you feel like you have to be perfect all the time... But you don't have to be perfect all the time around me." He scratched his head, realizing that his thoughts weren't at all developed and that he probably wasn't making much sense at all.

Blaaaaah. "I believe in you," he almost whispered the last bit, though he clearly meant it.

"Yeah okay, well I fear graduating. I don't want to leave Hogwarts, 'cause I don't have any plans for my future." He absentmindedly balled up on of the halves of the notecard in his hand.

Felixir · 10-04-2015, 11:14 PM

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You know, Phillip thought that by doing his impression of his celebrity, Daxton would be scribbling down in his notebook to guess who it was. It would be like charades but different because Phillip was ACTUALLY talking. But did any of that happen? NO. The boy wasn't even impressed with his AWESOME air guitar skills. Can you believe that?

Sigh. Was it THAT hard to guess who West Odessa was?

Shaking his head and making a mental note to introduce this boy to, you know, COOL AND HIP THINGS, Phillip waited for Daxton to do his own impression. Except, THAT didn't come either. Instead, the boy only help up his notebook with the new word 'next' written on it. Uh. HELLO?! "Come ON, it says here that you have to do it as well!"

Maybe.

Aaaaaanyways. Moving on they were. The Slytherin rubbed his nose as he looked towards the next question.

'3) Admit something that worries you, or something you are afraid of.'

Really? What was it with these questions and how PERSONAL they were? He didn't want to be spilling ANYTHING to someone he hardly knew. Couldn't there be questions about, uh, telling funny stories? Interesting stories? Maybe one of epic adventures and discovering something new with a bit of rule breaking added in there? No?

Sigh. Again. "I hate the sight of blood. HATE it." As in, he was scared of something that ran through his body but he wasn't about to tell Daxton that. And speaking of, he should NOT tell anyone, okay? Look at his face. Was it intimidating enough for Daxton to keep this a secret?

"Your turn."

Another shrug from Daxton. The card said he had to do it? Well, was the card going to make him? It could try. Daxton would wait.

...

...

...

Nothing seemed to be happening, so the Ravenclaw figured that, in actual fact, he did not have to do anything. Next question it was then.

Romalotti did not like blood. Okay, that was a weird fear, seeing as how it was literally everywhere in this castle, though admittedly hidden from view by skin and flesh and the like. Aside from that, it was not that interesting... though it was potentially useful information that he could revisit in the future. Daxton could not think of anything that worried him, or that he was scared of. At least... not something he wanted to share.

He considered the question for a long moment before suddenly springing into action, writing his next message out in his notebook. Of course, this one was obvious, and telling other people was actually beneficial to him. It was not so much a fear or worry, but... it was sort of related to it, so it would do. When he had finished writing, Daxton held up the notebook to be read again.

'I hate when people touch me.'

So bear that in mind, Romalotti. Time to get onto the next prompt.

feeheeheeny · 10-05-2015, 04:51 AM

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Everything he was saying was sensible and encouraging and very nice, Sophie acknowledged that, but it didn't stop her from bringing her knees up to her chest, curling up in a tight, little ball, and burying her face in her knees. She didn't want him to see her like this, so she let the tears flow in concealment as he spoke. The only thing that did make her start to feel better was the bit about Head Girl and Head Boy being a team, and... the reminder that she had him and she didn't have to go through this alone brought her closest to alleviating her heavy heart, but...

She wasn't sure he knew what she was going through. Sure, he was under the same pressure as Head Boy to be a good role model and set a good example, but...

Sigh. People still expected him to be goofy and a little silly and not get things right because that's how (wrongly) people perceived him. She didn't think people would be as shocked if he did or said something wrong than if she did. But she wasn't going to say that aloud. No, he had his anxieties and stressors, too. No reason to make him feel like his feelings weren't valid, because they were absolutely valid and real and made a lot of sense.

And he was saying she didn't have to be perfect, but she wiped her eyes and lifted her head to look at him blearily, "But you think I'm this wonderful, fantastic, perfect person. I know you do. S'why you've been... s'why you've liked me for so long, 'cause y'think I'm somethin' special and so good. But I'm not. M'just... I just try to hide the bad things. I don't wanna let you down."

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes again, trying to blink back any further tears when Zander did oblige and went ahead to share what he was afraid of. His fear made sense, and it wasn't actually something she didn't already know. She knew he was afraid of graduation and had no idea what he was going to do with his life. She unballed herself and scooted over to him, snugly curling up against him and hugging his arm encouragingly, still blinking back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I don't wanna leave Hogwarts either." Truthfully. "I like being here. I like school. I like learning 'n the professors 'n the people, even despite all the stress 'n tears 'n stuff. I still love it. And... I love being here with you. I like spending basically all day every day with you."

There was a pause, a sniffle, and then, "I don't wanna go live at home after this. I wanna live with you."

ArianaBlack · 10-05-2015, 06:09 AM

SPOILER!!: BUT I ACTUALLY AM

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Everything he was saying was sensible and encouraging and very nice, Sophie acknowledged that, but it didn't stop her from bringing her knees up to her chest, curling up in a tight, little ball, and burying her face in her knees. She didn't want him to see her like this, so she let the tears flow in concealment as he spoke. The only thing that did make her start to feel better was the bit about Head Girl and Head Boy being a team, and... the reminder that she had him and she didn't have to go through this alone brought her closest to alleviating her heavy heart, but...

She wasn't sure he knew what she was going through. Sure, he was under the same pressure as Head Boy to be a good role model and set a good example, but...

Sigh. People still expected him to be goofy and a little silly and not get things right because that's how (wrongly) people perceived him. She didn't think people would be as shocked if he did or said something wrong than if she did. But she wasn't going to say that aloud. No, he had his anxieties and stressors, too. No reason to make him feel like his feelings weren't valid, because they were absolutely valid and real and made a lot of sense.

And he was saying she didn't have to be perfect, but she wiped her eyes and lifted her head to look at him blearily, "But you think I'm this wonderful, fantastic, perfect person. I know you do. S'why you've been... s'why you've liked me for so long, 'cause y'think I'm somethin' special and so good. But I'm not. M'just... I just try to hide the bad things. I don't wanna let you down."

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes again, trying to blink back any further tears when Zander did oblige and went ahead to share what he was afraid of. His fear made sense, and it wasn't actually something she didn't already know. She knew he was afraid of graduation and had no idea what he was going to do with his life. She unballed herself and scooted over to him, snugly curling up against him and hugging his arm encouragingly, still blinking back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I don't wanna leave Hogwarts either." Truthfully. "I like being here. I like school. I like learning 'n the professors 'n the people, even despite all the stress 'n tears 'n stuff. I still love it. And... I love being here with you. I like spending basically all day every day with you."

There was a pause, a sniffle, and then, "I don't wanna go live at home after this. I wanna live with you."

Man.

This was the worst.

It was the absolute worst and Zander was absolutely and positively stuck. Uh. Clearly his words didn't do anything but make the situation worse. And now he was sure that she was crying. And now he felt like an idiot. He should've just stopped himself at the beginning before things got this bad. In trying to play the hero, he essentially screwed the entire thing up even more. And he didn't know what the heck to do.

He was starting to think that maybe he'd be a lot better off staying entirely quiet from this point forward. Except what she said next, well, he couldn't stay quiet about that. "You're right, I did think you were perfect and I liked you a lot for it," he paused. "But now that I know you're not, I think I like you even more." He gave her a genuine, goofy Zander Adair grin, in hopes that he wasn't digging his own grave even further here. "And 'sides, doesn't matter if you're actually mistake free, 'cause well... You'll always be brilliant in my eyes no matter what." He looked down at the floor.

He didn't really feel like completing the rest of the activity, truth be told. He was still in mild shock with all that stuff Sophie was holding in. He knew she was stressed... But not like that much. She hadn't really mentioned any of that before... It's why what he revealed was less... revealing. He didn't have to think much to uncover a fear like that. It was something anyone could see clearly after just talking to him.

But Zander's reasons for wanting to stay were different. Things were easy at Hogwarts, 'cause he didn't have to make decisions. He knew he had to wake up for class, do his homework, and work hard. He didn't have to choose. He didn't have to know. Other than the whole Head Boy thing, responsibilities were at a minimum. He actually didn't like the learning and the classes and the school aspects. But he didn't want to face the world. But he didn't voice any of that though because his mind was busy going other places now.

"What?" Sophie Brown say WHAT NOW? Ahem. "I mean, you DO?" Even after he had made her cry like that? And after he tore up their assignment? And er, their time was almost running out.

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