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nicole black · 02-27-2014, 06:56 AM

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Originally Posted by Compootor

Joining Justine in her epic search for a scapegoat to blame for their mishap earlier, Andrew agreed almost immediately when she suggested the pastries might have been to blame. "Of Course!" he grinned, "It's the pastries! It's always the pastries fault!" When getting to know new people, Andrew often worried that his creativity and eccentricity would be seen as weirdness by others, but he now felt confident that this Justine girl was just as brilliantly creative as he had always been told he was.

"That may be true, Justine." He replied when she told him she practically shouted at the macaroons. "But who could possibly blame you after the sort of mishap they caused?" He joked. "I think the macaroons deserve all the shouting and yelling they're getting after playing such an elaborate prank on us!" He smirked.

Andrew could not help but smile when he noticed a slight tinting of Justine's cheeks. Had he made her blush? He had already assumed that was the case before the color had even completely rushed into her face, and words could not describe how adorable he felt it was that she would blush because of something he said. She did have a lovely accent, and Andrew found her captivating. "Oh, of course! You can speak more English and less French if you really want to get rid of that gorgeous accent, but I think it makes you sound unique.. Special." He chortled. His laughter was not to be mistaken for lack of sincerity, because if Andrew was anything, he was sincere.

Justine's corruption of the common phrase made him laugh, but not because she mispronounced the idiom, but because he found it incredibly cute. "The tip of my tongue, you mean?" He corrected her with a smile as wide as any Hogwarts had ever seen. "Yes, it was right there, right on the tip of my tongue." He added playfully.

At this point, Andrew really wasn't sure whether he should continue telling Justine about his family's large estate and their enormous private library. He wasn't sure if anything he had to say about his adventures surrounded by all those books was of any interest to anyone but himself. There were very few things Andrew found more enjoyment in than reading, and while it was all glorious to him, he knew he had bored people to tears with his endless rants in the past, and he certainly didn't want to bore Justine.

"Well, yeah.. The linguistics section is massive. My parents speak.." He decided to continue, raising a hand to count on his fingers while silently mouthing the words that would form the ending to his sentence. "..Ffffffive different languages each?" He shrugged. Even he wasn't sure anymore. "And they're always learning new ones."

There were few people in the world that appreciated the beauty of language as much as Andrew's parents did. Their passion for the subject was matched only by their determination to pass their lust for learning onto every single one of their 16 children.

"Myself.. I only speak a little French.." He said, a little ashamed that he wasn't fluent like his mother was.

"Exactly! Oui! It is always the pastries, 'ow ever did we trust zhem?" Justine said, laughing along with the Ravenclaw boy, finding it nearly impossible to keep a straight face, partly because of how silly they were being, but partly because Andrew's laughter was seriously infectious.
Justine was delighted when Andrew not only went along with her ploy of accusing the macaroons, but even continued on to admonish them with the same enthusiasm and silliness that she had herself accosted them with. It was really refreshing to see someone who didn't care about being seen as unusual or strange.

"Well said Andrew, I zhink, per'aps, in this case, it was warranted, possibly even necessary!" Justine said, her dark eyes narrowing in distrust as she gazed upon the offending macaroons (though she had eaten many, there were still quite a few left on her plate, which seemed extraordinary to the young woman). "I do believe, zhey will need punishment, of zee 'ighest order, what do you suggest?" Justine asked, raising up the plate for Andrew so that he might deliver the verdict.

And now he was complimenting her accent again, telling her it was gorgeous, that it made her sound unique and special, and what was he getting at? And why was she blushing? She didn't blush, she wasn't that sort of girl, blushing and flirting and... Oh for Circe's sake, she was flirting, she hadn't realized it, but now that she actually thought it through, her coy smiling, playing with her hair, and blushing? Yep, she was flirting, what on earth had come over her. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, a feeling as foreign and unfamiliar to her as having a tail would feel. Just relax, stop acting so weird. Justine thought, slightly admonishing herself. "You really are too kind Andrew, I cannot possibly accept such praise," Justine said, smiling softly up at the young man, suddenly uncertain as to what she should do with her limbs. "You 'ave a very nice accent as well, w'ere are you from?" the French girl asked, quite aware that she had barely asked the young man any questions about himself.

When Andrew laughed, she knew immediately she must have said something wrong, her feeling was confirmed when the boy playfully corrected her by using the correct term. Justine laughed at her error, her hand reaching up to her mouth in a slightly embarrassed gesture. "Oui, zat is wat I meant, why, wat did I say?" Justine said archly, with a haughty look that did not reach her green eyes, which practically sparkled with mischief.

Justine's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she listened to the young man, his parent spoke five languages? And she had thought she was accomplished for speaking two. "Five? Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq? My goodness, but zhey are very talented, i see now why you 'ave such a good ear," Justine exclaimed, quite impressed by his parents knowledge and evident love of learning. They seemed like very clever and fascinating people, much like their son. "Obviously, you inherited zeir intelligence and love of learning," Justine said, speaking quite sincerely. Not to mention rather cute, no really, where had that thought come from? Justine wasn't sure, but that didn't stop her from placing the blame on those delicious, but obviously evil macaroons.

"Pensez-vous? Vous m'avez vraiment impressionné maintenant." Justine said, speaking in her native French to give the boy a very small, playful test.

02-27-2014, 06:56 AM	#193 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,178 Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona Minerva Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Ravenclaw First Year x8	you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Quote: Originally Posted by Compootor Joining Justine in her epic search for a scapegoat to blame for their mishap earlier, Andrew agreed almost immediately when she suggested the pastries might have been to blame. "Of Course!" he grinned, "It's the pastries! It's always the pastries fault!" When getting to know new people, Andrew often worried that his creativity and eccentricity would be seen as weirdness by others, but he now felt confident that this Justine girl was just as brilliantly creative as he had always been told he was. "That may be true, Justine." He replied when she told him she practically shouted at the macaroons. "But who could possibly blame you after the sort of mishap they caused?" He joked. "I think the macaroons deserve all the shouting and yelling they're getting after playing such an elaborate prank on us!" He smirked. Andrew could not help but smile when he noticed a slight tinting of Justine's cheeks. Had he made her blush? He had already assumed that was the case before the color had even completely rushed into her face, and words could not describe how adorable he felt it was that she would blush because of something he said. She did have a lovely accent, and Andrew found her captivating. "Oh, of course! You can speak more English and less French if you really want to get rid of that gorgeous accent, but I think it makes you sound unique.. Special." He chortled. His laughter was not to be mistaken for lack of sincerity, because if Andrew was anything, he was sincere. Justine's corruption of the common phrase made him laugh, but not because she mispronounced the idiom, but because he found it incredibly cute. "The tip of my tongue, you mean?" He corrected her with a smile as wide as any Hogwarts had ever seen. "Yes, it was right there, right on the tip of my tongue." He added playfully. At this point, Andrew really wasn't sure whether he should continue telling Justine about his family's large estate and their enormous private library. He wasn't sure if anything he had to say about his adventures surrounded by all those books was of any interest to anyone but himself. There were very few things Andrew found more enjoyment in than reading, and while it was all glorious to him, he knew he had bored people to tears with his endless rants in the past, and he certainly didn't want to bore Justine. "Well, yeah.. The linguistics section is massive. My parents speak.." He decided to continue, raising a hand to count on his fingers while silently mouthing the words that would form the ending to his sentence. "..Ffffffive different languages each?" He shrugged. Even he wasn't sure anymore. "And they're always learning new ones." There were few people in the world that appreciated the beauty of language as much as Andrew's parents did. Their passion for the subject was matched only by their determination to pass their lust for learning onto every single one of their 16 children. "Myself.. I only speak a little French.." He said, a little ashamed that he wasn't fluent like his mother was. "Exactly! Oui! It is always the pastries, 'ow ever did we trust zhem?" Justine said, laughing along with the Ravenclaw boy, finding it nearly impossible to keep a straight face, partly because of how silly they were being, but partly because Andrew's laughter was seriously infectious. Justine was delighted when Andrew not only went along with her ploy of accusing the macaroons, but even continued on to admonish them with the same enthusiasm and silliness that she had herself accosted them with. It was really refreshing to see someone who didn't care about being seen as unusual or strange. "Well said Andrew, I zhink, per'aps, in this case, it was warranted, possibly even necessary!" Justine said, her dark eyes narrowing in distrust as she gazed upon the offending macaroons (though she had eaten many, there were still quite a few left on her plate, which seemed extraordinary to the young woman). "I do believe, zhey will need punishment, of zee 'ighest order, what do you suggest?" Justine asked, raising up the plate for Andrew so that he might deliver the verdict. And now he was complimenting her accent again, telling her it was gorgeous, that it made her sound unique and special, and what was he getting at? And why was she blushing? She didn't blush, she wasn't that sort of girl, blushing and flirting and... Oh for Circe's sake, she was flirting, she hadn't realized it, but now that she actually thought it through, her coy smiling, playing with her hair, and blushing? Yep, she was flirting, what on earth had come over her. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, a feeling as foreign and unfamiliar to her as having a tail would feel. Just relax, stop acting so weird. Justine thought, slightly admonishing herself. *"You really are too* kind Andrew, I cannot possibly accept such praise," Justine said, smiling softly up at the young man, suddenly uncertain as to what she should do with her limbs. "You 'ave a very nice accent as well, w'ere are you from?" the French girl asked, quite aware that she had barely asked the young man any questions about himself. When Andrew laughed, she knew immediately she must have said something wrong, her feeling was confirmed when the boy playfully corrected her by using the correct term. Justine laughed at her error, her hand reaching up to her mouth in a slightly embarrassed gesture. "Oui, zat is wat I meant, why, wat did I say?"** Justine said archly, with a haughty look that did not reach her green eyes, which practically sparkled with mischief. Justine's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she listened to the young man, his parent spoke five languages? And she had thought she was accomplished for speaking two. *"Five? Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq?* My goodness, but zhey are very talented, i see now why you 'ave such a good ear," Justine exclaimed, quite impressed by his parents knowledge and evident love of learning. They seemed like very clever and fascinating people, much like their son. "Obviously, you inherited zeir intelligence and love of learning,"** Justine said, speaking quite sincerely. Not to mention rather cute, no really, where had that thought come from? Justine wasn't sure, but that didn't stop her from placing the blame on those delicious, but obviously evil macaroons. *"Pensez-vous? Vous m'avez vraiment impressionné maintenant."* Justine said, speaking in her native French to give the boy a very small, playful test. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence Last edited by nicole black; 02-27-2014 at 08:48 PM.