| Billywig
Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: In Vince's heart. <3
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Ezekiel Andrei de Ferreis
Seventh Year |  {TwistedHearts. ♥ || GRYFFINDOR | | Zara, Zeke, Regina, Icarus. ♥ || Yssa.}
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  "That's because I'm a Legimins," she said in a very deadpan sort of tone. She looked at the girl with her rather large unblinking eyes before the corners of her lips began to quiver and she soon burst into a fit of giggles. "Sorry, I am nothing of the sort," she said bowing in apology. "I just find creatures fascinating."
Zara's question about music threw her off a bit. "I've...I've never really thought about it. My mother trained me in classical piano, but I never really ventured outside of that area..." at least not until this summer. "What about you?" Zara was about to gulp and take what Kurumi said seriously. She stared at Kurumi. That was when the girl burst giggling, and so the truth was revealed. Zara exhaled loudly, with her hands on her heart. "You know, for a second there I thought you really were."
"Me? I like any kind of music that doesn't sound bad. Well, I guess that's very general. Hmm. Probably classical music too, and those piano instrumentals. But I've learned to love acoustic renditions, RNB, and pop, too." She smiled. "So, you play any instrument?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Savvyy Blushing, he looked down at his lap. It felt nice that she cared... She was like an overprotective mother or something. It was what his real mum used to be like before she realised that falling over and hurting himself was just a natural part of who he was. Poor Zara. She'd have to put up with him now.
"Sorry." he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Over-reacted a bit.." After all, she was only teasing. But still. What she had just suggested was COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY HORRIFIC. HORRIFIC I SAY. "It's just...that's disgusting!" He grimaced, slowly getting to his feet as she sat back down on the chair. Bit stiff here, there'd probably be some bruising. He looked over his shoulder at his rump, expecting to check it by looking through his trousers, and once realising he couldn't do this, he perched himself back on the floor, this time leaning against the arm. At least this way he couldn't fall anywhere. "I'm a bit of a clutz, y'know." he said matter-of-factly, staring at the fire. "But it's ok. I'm made of steel." He grinned, and poked his biceps.
He watched Ella leave, wondering where she was off to all of a sudden. Poor Zara. She looked a bit...down. And tired. She should really get some sleep. He peered up at her. "Sleepyhead." he muttered quietly, with a small smile. 'Hmph, wonder what kind of steel that is. So vulnerable and all. Oh, right.' she thought and said, "Steel, huh? Then I guess everything and everyone that surrounds you must be oxygen and water for a man made of steel like you to be so...so..." What was the right word? She couldn't finish her sentence and instead watched Ella leave and slowly sank back down on the chair, eyes closed.
Moments later she heard a voice that said, "Sleepyhead." 'Now, who was that?' She wondered, eyes still closed. She wasn't sleepy. Most definitely not. Well, if the message was for her, that is. But she could've sworn it was Matt's voice she heard. Zara opened her right eye to check. 'The guy's smiling. Fantastic.' She thought sarcastically. Opening both eyes, she sat straight again and looked Matt in the eye without a word.
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