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Erindipity · 10-29-2013, 04:49 AM

Text Cut: Don't look at us like that, Mo

What was HE looking at?

Kalla noticed the cautious glance and was not okay with that. She was an Ogden, she knew how to behave herself. MHM. And she was SMILING and not looking at all desperate to get out of there and away from those people. Chill out Mo.

GAH.

Kalla gave him a fake, toothy grin and blew air kisses at her captain. Seriously.

Text Cut: HOW YOU DOIN'?

Oh wait...

What was this one doing? He was sitting awfully close. And despite how pretty his face was she was a bit uncomfortable. Legit.

"Is there something in your eye?" she asked bluntly as she swept her braid over her shoulder and turned her eyes on him. Now. Her name? Was she willing to give that up? He was flirting, yes? PEOPLE WERE DOING THAT A LOT LATELY.

"Kalla." And she might have smiled a small smile at him and extended her hand. Heh. He was French... which meant he KISSED hands, no? Or was that a gross stereotype?

Text Cut: Why you so grumpy?

Kalla didn't break her gaze on the pretty one as the other one spoke...

"Well if you do need anything let me know, yeah?" And hopefully he wouldn't. THere was ALWAYS someone more suited to helping people than she was... Heh.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Léa Maltisse

Anything SHE could do?

Text Cut: Other girl in the room

Why did she get the feeling the other girl was being rude? Hmmm?

Again though, Kalla didn't LOOK at this one either. She was busy staring.

"Most of the time when people are being genuine there words are considered more than kind. At least that is my experience." Oh was she still holding her bat? Hmmm. Better put that down.

THUD!

She dropped it to the ground and continued to stare as she pulled her feet into her seat.

10-29-2013, 04:49 AM	#66 (permalink)
Erindipity Mountain Troll Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 23,592 x8	I don't have my coding... and sorry for delay :) Text Cut: Don't look at us like that, Mo Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin Oh, there was a girl. Mo's pleased-to-meet-you face turned into a broad grin. French too, so maybe he should recognize her from his two years at Beauxbatons. He gave her a scrutinizing look before deciding his memories were just too fuzzy to be helped. "It must be hard to attend classes and sleep in other people's common rooms. I know Hogwarts isn't a thing like Beauxbatons, but... d'you mind it terribly? I'm Marcus Branxton. Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain." Since it was a thing that had to be included, not bragging. Nope. Kalla appeared, and Mo cut a look at her. She looked like she wanted to take someone out with that bat, but her words were polite. His expression flickered briefly to caution, and then Mo settled back to working on his broom. "That's a good question. What can we do to help you lot settle into Ravenclaw tower? Maybe a party? We throw excellent parties. Ravenclaws are first in fun." Last in most everything else, though. What was HE looking at? Kalla noticed the cautious glance and was not okay with that. She was an Ogden, she knew how to behave herself. MHM. And she was SMILING and not looking at all desperate to get out of there and away from those people. Chill out Mo. GAH. Kalla gave him a fake, toothy grin and blew air kisses at her captain. Seriously. Text Cut: HOW YOU DOIN'? Quote: Originally Posted by Gaston Le Blanc "Ahem" Gaston cleared his throat as he took one last peek at the noticeboard and then turned his head to face the others in the room. He at first spotted Lea and gave her a wink in greeting. He had things he wished to discuss with her later. For now though, he turned once more this time towards a Hogwartian possibly around his age, or possibly younger. Flashing his French grin, Gaston spoke to him as the boy sat down. "Zank you, Meester?...." He waited for a name then continued. "Yes, yes. I feel at 'ome just about anywhere."With slight interest the french boy wondered if the boy had any valuable information and the only way to find out so was to ask. "Do you know many of the ladies 'ere?" If there was one thing Gaston was not it was shy. The words of women. Gaston's grin turned into a smirk as he watched another Hogwartian enter and sit on a sofa. "Yes, zere is somezeeng you can do." He sat beside her and gave her a wink. "You can tell me your name?" The more girls he met here the better. In fact Gaston would have been happy to meet each and every girl in the castle if it were possible. Oh wait... What was this one doing? He was sitting awfully close. And despite how pretty his face was she was a bit uncomfortable. Legit. "Is there something in your eye?" she asked bluntly as she swept her braid over her shoulder and turned her eyes on him. Now. Her name? Was she willing to give that up? He was flirting, yes? PEOPLE WERE DOING THAT A LOT LATELY. "Kalla." And she might have smiled a small smile at him and extended her hand. Heh. He was French... which meant he KISSED hands, no? Or was that a gross stereotype? Text Cut: Why you so grumpy? Quote: Originally Posted by Mischa Moller Mischa now turned away from the window as a voice filled the common room. A quidditch lover obviously. "Thank vou,'' Mischa replied. "Yes.'' He was not in a very chatty mood. Was he ever? But the boy was being friendly plus he was supposed to be staying with the members of this House. "I haff actually met two students from this House already. They told me they are the House prefects.'' Nigel was the name of the male if he remembered right. Another Ravenclaw soon joined them. "Thank vou,'' Mischa repeated. "Nothing at the moment.'' Mischa shook his head at the male Beauxbatons student. Interested in the ladies. More like interested in finding out all he could about possible competition. Kalla didn't break her gaze on the pretty one as the other one spoke... "Well if you do need anything let me know, yeah?" And hopefully he wouldn't. THere was ALWAYS someone more suited to helping people than she was... Heh. Quote: Originally Posted by Léa Maltisse Anything SHE could do? Text Cut: Other girl in the room "Zank you for ze offer. Your kind words are enough." Léa smiled. She was good at coaxing, and she hoped this girl liked it. But honestly, she looked so desperate for them to say no that the French believed they all would, even if they actually needed something. So the cutest-so-far boy was Marcus, and he was a cappppptain! Léa LOVED people in charge! Her smile got warmer too, and she shrugged nonchalantly. "I won't deny zat eet iz 'ard," she said - who knew, maybe they would 'get to know' each other better if it was 'hard' for her - "but I zeenk it weell be fine with your 'elp." Should she acknowledge the captain thing? "I used to play too, but 'ad a minor injury. I've never tried ever since." Shrug. Text Cut: Other girl in the room Why did she get the feeling the other girl was being rude? Hmmm? Again though, Kalla didn't LOOK at this one either. She was busy staring. "Most of the time when people are being genuine there words are considered more than kind. At least that is my experience." Oh was she still holding her bat? Hmmm. Better put that down. THUD! She dropped it to the ground and continued to stare as she pulled her feet into her seat.