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DaniDiNardo · 07-05-2014, 04:20 AM

SPOILER!!: Emily

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Originally Posted by Hera

She didn't waste any time in sipping from her coffee... but her lips were too sorry to part with it, and so it turned out she easily down a third of the cup before forcing herself to leave it there. "Do me a favour," she started, pushing her cup further back and drew the bag nearer to her, "spike his juice when we get there, he needs all the help he can get." She wasn't going to see him fail and mope around the house again with the I told you so. Those were words she'd soon rather have him write out a hundred times and eat for breakfast. With regard to his education not mattering... Emily couldn't agree with that. "I can see a lot of harm in it. Without literacy and numeracy he'll struggle even in our world, and knowing French wouldn't hurt, all things considered." If they were going to keep using it around him, and make the occasional trip to the country, the boy would benefit from knowing how to hold a conversation in it all on his own. Knowing he'd soon be at Hogwarts did nothing to make her feel better. A strange sensation. She'd... miss him, and be worried sick about him too. The trouble he could get into, and if he was struggling with muggle school, what hope did he really have of doing much better at Hogwarts? Learning was learning.

Feeling slightly dejected with the turn the conversation had taken, Emily reached her arm into the bag and removed the last item. A chocolate creme croissant... which she was claiming ahead of her sandwich. Proper food could wait. Her hazel eyes flickered up at Gavin's question, and his expression only served to amuse her. She didn't have an answer for it, sarcastic, rhetorical or otherwise and so instead she just made a show of her glowing healthy habits by tearing off the corner of her croissant, exposing the rich dark chocolate cream and popped it in her mouth. "I manage," she added as an after thought.

Gavin's dramatics, only lifted her mood more, and now she was back to that good, happy state she was in only moments ago. "You seem to be awfully vested in my diet, Mr. Isaacs," she noted, picking off more of her croissant and washing it down with coffee. "But don't you have a potion for that?" she teased. Something to stop her from getting fat, developing diabetes or any other ailment she might ingest through buttery, flaky pastry.

"Now try your coffee, I poured it in a cup with patience and love." Yeah, that stuff. Either way, the brew was life changing and he ought to show his appreciation.

A direct order to have the potion dropped into the kid's drink. This proved things were all kinds of serious and got a raise of his brows before finally a nod of agreement. "Could tip a little extra into his dessert as well. Ari bought ice-cream, he'll hardly notice." Nevermind both her children being lactose intolerant, his sister was of the impression he had a potion for everything--which wasn't completely off--so she worried about nothing. As for her disagreement, Gavin gave a small shrug, still not seeing how it could be that big of a deal. "The way I see it, he can read." the kid had to be able to read with all the things he and Ashley got into and the ideas they sometimes had. They had to come from somewhere. "And I suspect he's got enough of a head on his shoulder about numbers, specifically money which is usually what you need numbers for. He'll live." It was the choices he made that should have had Emily concerned. Gavin didn't think he was an idiot just for the sake of being mean, sometimes he genuinely wondered if the boy thought anything through.

Ah, yes, she managed. He watched, somewhat amused by her show of pinching away at the croissant. See, he knew there was something else in that bag. It was never imagining anything when it came to Emily. Extra sugar was expected. "I'm sure you do. You're a walking inspiration to sugar addicts everywhere. She was proof that sugar didn't send you to an early grave, because yes he still figured that with all her bad guy fighting and life endangering it would be the sugar that did her in.

Gavin genuinely laughed at her question. She was mocking him, that much he could tell but that didn't make it any less funny. "I might have a potion for that actually, but who's to say I'd ever give it to you?" If you asked him that had to be the question of the year--No, he took that back.

"Poured with love?" THAT was the question of the year and he might have had a satisfied smirk as he lifted the cup to his lips. Love, he seemed to remember her cringing at that word in all contexts. "Fascinating."

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: Emily Quote: Originally Posted by Hera She didn't waste any time in sipping from her coffee... but her lips were too sorry to part with it, and so it turned out she easily down a third of the cup before forcing herself to leave it there. "Do me a favour," she started, pushing her cup further back and drew the bag nearer to her, "spike his juice when we get there, he needs all the help he can get." She wasn't going to see him fail and mope around the house again with the I told you so. Those were words she'd soon rather have him write out a hundred times and eat for breakfast. With regard to his education not mattering... Emily couldn't agree with that. "I can see a lot of harm in it. Without literacy and numeracy he'll struggle even in our world, and knowing French wouldn't hurt, all things considered." If they were going to keep using it around him, and make the occasional trip to the country, the boy would benefit from knowing how to hold a conversation in it all on his own. Knowing he'd soon be at Hogwarts did nothing to make her feel better. A strange sensation. She'd... miss him, and be worried sick about him too. The trouble he could get into, and if he was struggling with muggle school, what hope did he really have of doing much better at Hogwarts? Learning was learning. Feeling slightly dejected with the turn the conversation had taken, Emily reached her arm into the bag and removed the last item. A chocolate creme croissant... which she was claiming ahead of her sandwich. Proper food could wait. Her hazel eyes flickered up at Gavin's question, and his expression only served to amuse her. She didn't have an answer for it, sarcastic, rhetorical or otherwise and so instead she just made a show of her glowing healthy habits by tearing off the corner of her croissant, exposing the rich dark chocolate cream and popped it in her mouth. "I manage," she added as an after thought. Gavin's dramatics, only lifted her mood more, and now she was back to that good, happy state she was in only moments ago. "You seem to be awfully vested in my diet, Mr. Isaacs," she noted, picking off more of her croissant and washing it down with coffee. "But don't you have a potion for that?" she teased. Something to stop her from getting fat, developing diabetes or any other ailment she might ingest through buttery, flaky pastry. *"Now try your coffee, I poured it in a cup with patience and love."* Yeah, that stuff. Either way, the brew was life changing and he ought to show his appreciation. A direct order to have the potion dropped into the kid's drink. This proved things were all kinds of serious and got a raise of his brows before finally a nod of agreement. "Could tip a little extra into his dessert as well. Ari bought ice-cream, he'll hardly notice." Nevermind both her children being lactose intolerant, his sister was of the impression he had a potion for everything--which wasn't completely off--so she worried about nothing. As for her disagreement, Gavin gave a small shrug, still not seeing how it could be that big of a deal. "The way I see it, he can read." the kid had to be able to read with all the things he and Ashley got into and the ideas they sometimes had. They had to come from somewhere. "And I suspect he's got enough of a head on his shoulder about numbers, specifically money which is usually what you need numbers for. He'll live." It was the choices he made that should have had Emily concerned. Gavin didn't think he was an idiot just for the sake of being mean, sometimes he genuinely wondered if the boy thought anything through. Ah, yes, she managed. He watched, somewhat amused by her show of pinching away at the croissant. See, he knew there was something else in that bag. It was never imagining anything when it came to Emily. Extra sugar was expected. "I'm sure you do. You're a walking inspiration to sugar addicts everywhere. She was proof that sugar didn't send you to an early grave, because yes he still figured that with all her bad guy fighting and life endangering it would be the sugar that did her in. Gavin genuinely laughed at her question. She was mocking him, that much he could tell but that didn't make it any less funny. "I might have a potion for that actually, but who's to say I'd ever give it to you?" If you asked him that had to be the question of the year--No, he took that back. "Poured with love?" THAT was the question of the year and he might have had a satisfied smirk as he lifted the cup to his lips. Love, he seemed to remember her cringing at that word in all contexts. "Fascinating." __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.