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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year | ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Mr. Soon-to-be-Browne Quote:
Originally Posted by Hera ...
Zeke returned Amur's side-long look, only without the expressions. Did she know her weird was showing? It was all over her face... which was rather funny. He couldn't help but crack a grin.
Of course he should have known that the second year would change the topic to the house elves. How she hadn't found a way to free them all was beyond her, though he actually kinda had an idea for that... he'd think on it some more before letting her in on it though. No need to create a monster and free a bunch of elves that didn't want to be freed. That'd be awkward. But pfft, of course he had a point. "When don't I?" he asked in return. He usually did.
But then there was another look, followed by THAT statement. "Uhhhhhhhh...." did that answer her question? No, probably not, in which case he could explain some. "Well the hat pretty much said I waste dumb for Ravenclaw, I always have questions, but I don't understand complex things or something like that." Which he was beginning to think was absolute hogwash. He could totally do complex thoughts and things!
And now all he could do is think back to his time on the stool with the ancient hat on his head.
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He had thought it was stupid at the time, in hindsight he didn't think much better of it. But he was happy in Gryffindor, he was in the right place, even if Slytherin would have fit him just as well. Ravenclaw wasn't such a good idea, as nice as it would have been... because he didn't much fancy having to be let into his common room every day. He didn't think he would EVER be able to answer the doors stupid riddles.
But then before he knew it, they had drinks, and so he followed Amur to their seats, sipping off the top of his drink as he walked.
Complicated? It wasn't, not really... except with Emily, that was a tad complicated. "I dunno, she has this thing where she doesn't want people knowing we're a family because she thinks someone will kidnap or kill me or something..." dangerous stuff and all that, "But Browne's a common name, common sounding at least, so I don't see the problem with it." At any rate, he'd talked her into getting the papers, so it was a matter of time before she agreed to it enough to sign the thing. As for why he had to go to a hearing... well that was a good question. "I don't know, might be because I was adopted?" he answered honestly. "I was told it had to happen for the papers to go through, but it could just be mum making it sound like more work than it's worth so that I give up." As if he would though, pfft. No, it was definitely going to happen. When didn't he? Definitely Ravenclaw. Or was that Slytherin pride? It was abruptly decided. Her friend was anything but Hufflepuff. And he was confusing. But, he did have a point. Always. "One day, I'm sure I'll catch you not having a point." Because in her life at the moment, besides the House Elves and proving that Truebridge was a mean ol' cat-lady, that was the ultimate challenge.
That and one more thing, tacked onto her to-do-list by his next statement. One that had him looking at him in disgust, as if the hat was right there. On top of his head. Finally, she leaned over, whispering conspiratorially as they walked. "I have this theory...that the hat is a means of diminishing students potentials. Telling them they are of the house that will most inhibit them. After all, why would the Headmistress want students excelling beyond her capacity." She was sure it could happen. Genuis kids and all that. "You are a prime example of one of it's victims."
Cause that bit about him not having the smarts? About not understanding things? There were words used in response to such a statement. Words she wasn't allowed to speak, or else risk the chance that her grandfather would over-hear. Even at this great distance apart.
But there was always another way of saying things. Sitting down at an empty booth, she clasped her hands around her mug. "So. I think we should burn it. The hat that is." Wasn't a sentient being or anything. Just a charmed bit of ugly fashioned leather.
As for the issue about his name, Amur took another long drink, the foam catching on her upper lip. "True enough, but don't you think that if someone really wanted to get at your mom, they would be able to find out who you were regardless of your name?"
She blinked, realizing how awful those words tasted in her mouth. How her stomach twisted uncomfortably and suddenly, even for the briefest moments, everyone in the Broomsticks looked like a threat. She dropped her eyes. "Sorry. Sensitive topic I'm sure."
Couldn't even imagine. And, from some of her dad's stories he had written, she could imagine a lot. Another sip. She glanced up. "Those questions can't be too hard though. Sounds like you already know the answers."
As in, he sounded happy with his new family. That was all that really mattered, wasn't it?
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