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Stefan · 09-04-2011, 06:26 AM

SPOILER!!: AURORA!

Aurora pulled a face, "Hmm, I guess. They're just uncomfortable really..." she said, fiddling with the belt on her coat. "Give me robes any day." Apart from days when she had to go pick ingredients and stuff; robes got in the way.

Aurora's eyes widened, "I am not doing that..." she said in disbelief. "They... they wouldn't would they? Because it's a school of witchcraft and wizardry... they wouldn't teach us muggle stuff... right?" Because that just wouldn't do. She would not belittle herself like that.

She shrugged, "I didn't asked, I was more pre-occupied with how infuriatingly rude he was being." she said. "Honestly, if he's in Slytherin I don't know what I'm going to do. Having to share a common room..." she trailed off. But he was... NO! No amount of cuteness took away from the INSANITY.

"Oh god, Lola Jones and Jonathan Kirk on the same team? The world would explode!" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah... I can't play Quidditch. Krys thinks I'm hilarious on a broom." she added, frowning ever-so-slightly. "No-one will be able to lead the team as well as Aaron." Aurora replied, scratching the bridge of her nose.

She pulled her coat close and did it up, digging in her trunk and wrapping her school scarf around her neck. ”I should be alright, just a little shivery. Oh, I have another little… concoction. I’m putting it in with the Mortaeus flower. It isn’t quite fermented yet, smells amazing though. But we should be careful, or it can knock you out.” she added, grinning. ”Up to something? Me? What on Earth do you take me for Mordaunt?” She feigned offense, dramatically turning her head. ”But seriously, yes. Yes I am.” She watched as Mordred inspected the box, holding her breath. It was a very expensive product. But she trusted Mordred not to drop it… more or less. She smiled as he placed it back into her palm and locked it into her trunk.

Aurora turned to look at the train, ”Brilliant! Let’s get a compartment in the middle.” she said, hopping up. She glanced at the trolleys. ”I’m sure I can manage.” she added. ”Mother put a feather charm on it.” She grinned. ”Come on.” She grabbed her trunk and Sage's cage and dragged them onto the train, gesturing at Mordred to follow.

Mordred followed Aurora as they entered the Great Hall. A few steps away from the entrance, he found empty seats. “Here.” he said as he tapped Aurora’s shoulder. “I don’t know really. I’m getting more and more comfortable with muggle clothes. It’s easier to blend in the crowd.” he said as he shrugged. “I don’t want to be stuck in the old tradition of wearing robes until I’m gray.” he said as he wrinkled his nose, remembering his grandfather’s words about muggle clothes as hindrance to a wizard’s magical energy. He brushed the thought aside, and sat down noticing the dirty utensils.

“Who said we have to attend such class?” he asked as he examined the spoon he was holding. “I’ll do the classics, but the muggle ones..no thanks.” he said with uncertainty. Maybe he should. Hmm. “What in Merlin’s beard happened here?” he said as he looked at the other utensils on their table and on the other house’s tables. “Are the house-elves on strike?” he asked as he pulled out his ebony wand out of his sleeve.

“And what if Jonathan ends up in Slytherin? I’m sure the two of you will get along very well.” Mordred said grinning as he eyed the Sorting Ceremony. Someone insane paired with the mighty Aurora Quinn, is not a bad idea. “I’m going to have so much fun watching the two of you bite each other’s head off in the common room. I sure hope he ends up in our house.” he said as he stared at the dirty utensils once more and thought of the idea of meeting someone as crazy as this Jonathan fellow. On second thought, maybe not. He met Oakey last year in the Armour Room and saved him from a Boggart. Oakey is the epitome of a real Hufflepuff, and Mordred did not expect that he’d enjoy his company. Well, he was being silly all the time and that gave the boy much amusement. None of his cousins were like him.

“I’m almost sure that Jonathan will end up in one of th Quidditch teams. Tell him to join. He just might be what we need to win this year’s Quidditch Cup...that is if ends up getting sorted in our house.” he nodded and murmured, “Scourgify”. Now that his utensils, plate and goblet are clean he turned to see if the Sorting is over and saw instead house-elves up the Staff table. “Kitchen issues?” Just like any other growing boy, he can’t wait for the food to appear, get stuffed, take a nice warm shower and sleep.

09-04-2011, 06:26 AM	#638 (permalink)
Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,496 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy SPOILER!!: AURORA! Aurora pulled a face, "Hmm, I guess. They're just uncomfortable really..." she said, fiddling with the belt on her coat. "Give me robes any day." Apart from days when she had to go pick ingredients and stuff; robes got in the way. Aurora's eyes widened, "I am not doing that..." she said in disbelief. "They... they wouldn't would they? Because it's a school of witchcraft and wizardry... they wouldn't teach us muggle stuff... right?" Because that just wouldn't do. She would not belittle herself like that. She shrugged, "I didn't asked, I was more pre-occupied with how infuriatingly rude he was being." she said. "Honestly, if he's in Slytherin I don't know what I'm going to do. Having to share a common room..." she trailed off. But he was... NO! No amount of cuteness took away from the INSANITY. "Oh god, Lola Jones and Jonathan Kirk on the same team? The world would explode!" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah... I can't play Quidditch. Krys thinks I'm hilarious on a broom." she added, frowning ever-so-slightly. "No-one will be able to lead the team as well as Aaron." Aurora replied, scratching the bridge of her nose. She pulled her coat close and did it up, digging in her trunk and wrapping her school scarf around her neck. ”I should be alright, just a little shivery. Oh, I have another little… concoction. I’m putting it in with the Mortaeus flower. It isn’t quite fermented yet, smells amazing though. But we should be careful, or it can knock you out.” she added, grinning. ”Up to something? Me? What on Earth do you take me for Mordaunt?” She feigned offense, dramatically turning her head. ”But seriously, yes. Yes I am.” She watched as Mordred inspected the box, holding her breath. It was a very expensive product. But she trusted Mordred not to drop it… more or less. She smiled as he placed it back into her palm and locked it into her trunk. Aurora turned to look at the train, ”Brilliant! Let’s get a compartment in the middle.” she said, hopping up. She glanced at the trolleys. ”I’m sure I can manage.” she added. ”Mother put a feather charm on it.” She grinned. ”Come on.” She grabbed her trunk and Sage's cage and dragged them onto the train, gesturing at Mordred to follow. Mordred followed Aurora as they entered the Great Hall. A few steps away from the entrance, he found empty seats. “Here.” he said as he tapped Aurora’s shoulder. “I don’t know really. I’m getting more and more comfortable with muggle clothes. It’s easier to blend in the crowd.” he said as he shrugged. “I don’t want to be stuck in the old tradition of wearing robes until I’m gray.” he said as he wrinkled his nose, remembering his grandfather’s words about muggle clothes as hindrance to a wizard’s magical energy. He brushed the thought aside, and sat down noticing the dirty utensils. “Who said we have to attend such class?” he asked as he examined the spoon he was holding. “I’ll do the classics, but the muggle ones..no thanks.” he said with uncertainty. Maybe he should. Hmm. “What in Merlin’s beard happened here?” he said as he looked at the other utensils on their table and on the other house’s tables. “Are the house-elves on strike?” he asked as he pulled out his ebony wand out of his sleeve. “And what if Jonathan ends up in Slytherin? I’m sure the two of you will get along very well.” Mordred said grinning as he eyed the Sorting Ceremony. Someone insane paired with the mighty Aurora Quinn, is not a bad idea. “I’m going to have so much fun watching the two of you bite each other’s head off in the common room. I sure hope he ends up in our house.” he said as he stared at the dirty utensils once more and thought of the idea of meeting someone as crazy as this Jonathan fellow. On second thought, maybe not. He met Oakey last year in the Armour Room and saved him from a Boggart. Oakey is the epitome of a real Hufflepuff, and Mordred did not expect that he’d enjoy his company. Well, he was being silly all the time and that gave the boy much amusement. None of his cousins were like him. “I’m almost sure that Jonathan will end up in one of th Quidditch teams. Tell him to join. He just might be what we need to win this year’s Quidditch Cup...that is if ends up getting sorted in our house.” he nodded and murmured, “Scourgify”. Now that his utensils, plate and goblet are clean he turned to see if the Sorting is over and saw instead house-elves up the Staff table. “Kitchen issues?” Just like any other growing boy, he can’t wait for the food to appear, get stuffed, take a nice warm shower and sleep. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. Last edited by Stefan; 09-04-2011 at 10:17 AM.