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Hera · 06-29-2015, 12:26 PM

SPOILER!!: MR LAGERTY!!!.... say what now?

Cookies? Zeke would have said yes... except they were heart shaped and therefore allergic to those.

"No thanks," he replied with a casual shake of the head. Nope nope nope.... weeeeeelllllll..... no... no he shouldn't.

Of course it had been Amur's money he pushed across the counter to Lagerty, but their drinks were paid and so they were on their way.

"You too, Sir," he replied with a respectful dip of his head.

SPOILER!!: Amur

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tazenhani

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?

Catch him not having a point? HA! "Yeah, good luck with that." Seriously. He always had a point, that he knew, and if he didn't know then... why would anyone else? Or something? BAH!

But then all thoughts of points and keeping score were forgotten, because if he wasn't mistaken, Amur smelled strongly of a conspiracy theory. A juicy one a that. Admittedly, he hadn't thought of anything like that until she'd said it, but ti DID make some sense. It did. Crazy, but perhaps with a great deal of truth in it. "So, by not letting me be sorted to Ravenclaw, it was limiting my potential? But if it were to do that properly then I wouldn't be in Gryffindor." Truth. Because frankly, he felt as if he belonged. So how would she explain that? And... if the sorting hat was limiting them, then how did it try to limit her? He assumed she wasn't one of said 'victims'. "Where did it try to sort you?" he asked, curiosity burning.

Zeke followed her to the side of the room, slipping into the booth opposite her. He was taking a generous swig of his butterbeer when she said something about burning it. ..... it was a good thing he didn't spit his drink in her direction, managing to keep his mouth closed despite his lips tightening into a smirk.

Merlin.

"I threatened to burn it if it sorted me to Hufflepuff, it changed its mind very quickly, so I think burning it would mean the end of it." Like, fire, was the ULTIMATE weapon. "So when are we doing it?" Were they going to try for a night operation or were they going to go it in the day? So many options, and access wasn't all too limited, he knew of plenty that went in and out her office. They would just need to make sure they weren't the only ones in there if they were to go it in the day.

He was perhaps a little distracted by the foam on her lip, but he heard her words nonetheless. "That's what I kept saying, but she always has an answer to everything. At least dad's on my side, kinda." Maybe not with the name thing, he didn't know, but he was on his side where Emily's 'killer' concerns were concerned. He thought it was laughable, so there was nothing much left to it. And as quickly as that was said and done, Amur looked as guilty as if she'd have stabbed him in the back right then and there. "No, it's fine. It is ridiculous, all sorts of ridiculous... if only you knew." The lectures, the warnings, the chaperones.... it got old.

He grinned though, taking another small sip of his drink before continuing. "Of course, I've done some research, by the time I'm done with them they won't have any reason not to give me my name." As far as he was concerned, it was already his.

06-29-2015, 12:26 PM	#59 (permalink)
Hera Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart Graduated x10 x10	½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf SPOILER!!: MR LAGERTY!!!.... say what now? Quote: Originally Posted by Harold Lagerty Seeing a young lad come up to the counter Harold nodded as he ordered butterbeer. As he turned to get the two drinks he wondered if these were a few more Valentine's Day dates. "Care for a few heart shape cookies for you and your friend." He wasn't going to assume, but he had assumed. Setting the drinks of the counter, "That will be ten sickles please." He waiting and took the boys money as he continued to talk to his friend. "You two have a good day now." Cookies? Zeke would have said yes... except they were heart shaped and therefore allergic to those. "No thanks," he replied with a casual shake of the head. Nope nope nope.... weeeeeelllllll..... no... no he shouldn't. Of course it had been Amur's money he pushed across the counter to Lagerty, but their drinks were paid and so they were on their way. "You too, Sir," he replied with a respectful dip of his head. SPOILER!!: Amur Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani 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? Catch him not having a point? HA! "Yeah, good luck with that." Seriously. He always had a point, that he knew, and if he didn't know then... why would anyone else? Or something? BAH! But then all thoughts of points and keeping score were forgotten, because if he wasn't mistaken, Amur smelled strongly of a conspiracy theory. A juicy one a that. Admittedly, he hadn't thought of anything like that until she'd said it, but ti DID make some sense. It did. Crazy, but perhaps with a great deal of truth in it. "So, by not letting me be sorted to Ravenclaw, it was limiting my potential? But if it were to do that properly then I wouldn't be in Gryffindor." Truth. Because frankly, he felt as if he belonged. So how would she explain that? And... if the sorting hat was limiting them, then how did it try to limit her? He assumed she wasn't one of said 'victims'. "Where did it try to sort you?" he asked, curiosity burning. Zeke followed her to the side of the room, slipping into the booth opposite her. He was taking a generous swig of his butterbeer when she said something about burning it. ..... it was a good thing he didn't spit his drink in her direction, managing to keep his mouth closed despite his lips tightening into a smirk. Merlin. "I threatened to burn it if it sorted me to Hufflepuff, it changed its mind very quickly, so I think burning it would mean the end of it." Like, fire, was the ULTIMATE weapon. "So when are we doing it?" Were they going to try for a night operation or were they going to go it in the day? So many options, and access wasn't all too limited, he knew of plenty that went in and out her office. They would just need to make sure they weren't the only ones in there if they were to go it in the day. He was perhaps a little distracted by the foam on her lip, but he heard her words nonetheless. "That's what I kept saying, but she always has an answer to everything. At least dad's on my side, kinda." Maybe not with the name thing, he didn't know, but he was on his side where Emily's 'killer' concerns were concerned. He thought it was laughable, so there was nothing much left to it. And as quickly as that was said and done, Amur looked as guilty as if she'd have stabbed him in the back right then and there. "No, it's fine. It is ridiculous, all sorts of ridiculous... if only you knew." The lectures, the warnings, the chaperones.... it got old. He grinned though, taking another small sip of his drink before continuing. "Of course, I've done some research, by the time I'm done with them they won't have any reason not to give me my name." As far as he was concerned, it was already his. __________________