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Presley Black · 07-31-2011, 03:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Compootor

''Well, my father lives out there much like the Muggles do, he buys the produce, he eats the food, he drinks the drinks, he drives the cars, but my mother's always been a more.. Conservative person, if you know what I mean..'' Philip explained, opening the can and taking a quick drink. ''She never has any of that muggle stuff, even the good things they make - Like soda! When I stay with her, all there is to drink is water, tea and the occasional bottle of cherry juice.'' He continued, looking at Presley.

Presley did know what he meant. Like her aunt and uncle. They were so appalled when her father married a muggle, and every time Presley saw them, they had something to say about her clothes or hairstyle, or manner of walking that indicated she was of muggle stock. Her aunt had even offered to help Presley train herself away from it, and Pres had of course, refused. She nodded again. "I get that," she smiled. She really did understand and get what he was saying. "So is your dad muggle? Or just likes driving and stuff?" She didn't want to seem rude. It wasn't that she cared about blood or anything, she was genuinley curious. As much as her dad used to immerse himself in muggle society, he'd always gotten produce and stuff at wizarding places so he wouldn't have to exchange money, and to her kowlege, he'd never once driven a car. Her mum, yes. She'd taken Pres and Leo to places like McDonalds, and driven everywhere, but Presley's mum was a muggle, so it made sense. It seemed, based on Philips description of his mum, that his dad couldn't be a muggle, but anything was possible.

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Presley Black Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: Right Here Posts: 2,189 Hogwarts RPG Name: Xavier Rodriguez Fullmer First Year	Dancing Through Life Quote: Originally Posted by Compootor ''Well, my father lives out there much like the Muggles do, he buys the produce, he eats the food, he drinks the drinks, he drives the cars, but my mother's always been a more.. Conservative person, if you know what I mean..'' Philip explained, opening the can and taking a quick drink. ''She never has any of that muggle stuff, even the good things they make - Like soda! When I stay with her, all there is to drink is water, tea and the occasional bottle of cherry juice.'' He continued, looking at Presley. Presley did know what he meant. Like her aunt and uncle. They were so appalled when her father married a muggle, and every time Presley saw them, they had something to say about her clothes or hairstyle, or manner of walking that indicated she was of muggle stock. Her aunt had even offered to help Presley train herself away from it, and Pres had of course, refused. She nodded again. "I get that," she smiled. She really did understand and get what he was saying. "So is your dad muggle? Or just likes driving and stuff?" She didn't want to seem rude. It wasn't that she cared about blood or anything, she was genuinley curious. As much as her dad used to immerse himself in muggle society, he'd always gotten produce and stuff at wizarding places so he wouldn't have to exchange money, and to her kowlege, he'd never once driven a car. Her mum, yes. She'd taken Pres and Leo to places like McDonalds, and driven everywhere, but Presley's mum was a muggle, so it made sense. It seemed, based on Philips description of his mum, that his dad couldn't be a muggle, but anything was possible.