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Charely Potter · 09-17-2015, 04:28 AM

SPOILER!!: Me either!

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

It was working. It was working! The man's hand was leaving and ------- No. No it was back again. WHY was it back? Was it a thing to hug and eat at the same time? Didn't eating naturally afford some personal space, what with elbow knocking and all that?

Needless to say, he couldn't keep the unimpressed look off his face as he went rigid still. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if the groundskeeper responded to movement, and that a lack of such movement might cause him to loose interest. If that didn't work, drastic measures might have to be taken. Because clearly being polite and strange all in the same moment didn't work.

The man didn't mind his paper eating, even though he himself did, and had no sense about social manners what-so-ever. Problem came that it wasn't exactly early morning anymore either, and he wasn't interested in putting on a show for anyone.

Fussing a bit with shrugging his shoulder a little, Sabel shook his head and took a long gulp of his coffee. "Syrup would ruin the texture." His tone was as flat and unamused as he had ever heard it. Perhaps if it wasn't so early morning he could properly deal, but he had to face it. He had just eaten paper to try and get this guy off his back.

Clearly, it wasn't working. Still there was some civility left on the table, and given he had to work with the groundskeeper, it was best to maintain it. "I did, on both accounts. Yourself?"

Maybe he would be a dramatic story-teller like Airey, given to gestures and other such distractions.

Problem was, as much as the man was irritating, there was a curiosity too. For instance, he preferred muggle pictures over moving ones. It was a very curious thing coming from a wizard. "There is a permanence and lasting nature to still images. Which, I thought was the point of photographs." After all, in the muggle world moving pictures were called movies. Or vines, depending on the generation.

As for his own hobbies, it seemed like a question born of a dangerous nature. The man was knocking at another door to his life, and he wasn't sure he wanted to open it. But, again, there was no sense in being rude. "You mean besides finding new sources of fiber?" He could chew on that for a bit. "Rock climbing and any sort of outdoor activity."

And only when the words were out of his mouth did he realize how big of a door he had opened. Outdoor. Groundskeeper. Merlin, he was never going to be rid of the man now.

Yummy nummy..

These pancakes were DEEEE-licious.

His compliments to the...elves. Yes, the elves. As Justin continued tucking into his pancake meal, two at a time, his other arm was just freely hanging over Sabel's shoulder. He could feel him sort of squirming in his arm. Justin glanced over at him. He had a very concentrated look like.. aha. "I'm guessing that paper didn't agree with your stomach." See, paper bad. He couldn't imagine paper being easy to pass out later on. "Have a toast, here." No ifs or buts about it as he went to stuff a freshly toasted toast into his mouth. Eat up Professor Man, you could thank the Groundskeeper later.

Now this also explained his stiffiness. Geez, this poor man had to work all the time. Not much time for fun when training to get the bad wizards and witches. "Cool. You definitely worked hard to get to where you are." Job well done as he patted his head. Pat, pat. His arm momentarily left again so he could stroke his own beard in thought. It had been a little while, "Well, yes and no." Arm went right back over his shoulder but less of holding and more of using his shoulder as support for his elbow, as the man was left to motion with his words. "I had went to Wizarding University right after Hogwarts, graduated and then taught at Durmstrang for a number of years before working with The Quibbler." There, that was a sweet summary of it.

"Right? Not many magazines seem to appreciate that take. It's why I stuck with The Quibbler since they're more open accepting." Which could explain how they received a poor reputation from a number of others. But oh well, it was their loss.

You know, Justin was about to laugh considering the direction and number of subjects that statement usually led to. But then it happened, Justin's eyes widened at that proclamation, "Bloody 'ell. You too?" As he grinned again before roughly patting his upper back. Now his arm was fully back with himself as he took his own cup of coffee to drink. "Hah. Just as I thought, Sabby, you are an alright bloke." Yep. This man was stuck with him for good. Whether he liked or not. According to Justin though, how could he not? He was not getting any hints otherwise. "How about sports or do you not have much time for that?"

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Didn't eating naturally afford some personal space, what with elbow knocking and all that? Needless to say, he couldn't keep the unimpressed look off his face as he went rigid still. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if the groundskeeper responded to movement, and that a lack of such movement might cause him to loose interest. If that didn't work, drastic measures might have to be taken. Because clearly being polite and strange all in the same moment didn't work. The man didn't mind his paper eating, even though he himself did, and had no sense about social manners what-so-ever. Problem came that it wasn't exactly early morning anymore either, and he wasn't interested in putting on a show for anyone. Fussing a bit with shrugging his shoulder a little, Sabel shook his head and took a long gulp of his coffee. "Syrup would ruin the texture." His tone was as flat and unamused as he had ever heard it. Perhaps if it wasn't so early morning he could properly deal, but he had to face it. He had just eaten paper to try and get this guy off his back. Clearly, it wasn't working. Still there was some civility left on the table, and given he had to work with the groundskeeper, it was best to maintain it. "I did, on both accounts. Yourself?" Maybe he would be a dramatic story-teller like Airey, given to gestures and other such distractions. Problem was, as much as the man was irritating, there was a curiosity too. For instance, he preferred muggle pictures over moving ones. It was a very curious thing coming from a wizard. "There is a permanence and lasting nature to still images. Which, I thought was the point of photographs." After all, in the muggle world moving pictures were called movies. Or vines, depending on the generation. As for his own hobbies, it seemed like a question born of a dangerous nature. The man was knocking at another door to his life, and he wasn't sure he wanted to open it. But, again, there was no sense in being rude. "You mean besides finding new sources of fiber?" He could chew on that for a bit. "Rock climbing and any sort of outdoor activity." And only when the words were out of his mouth did he realize how big of a door he had opened. Outdoor. Groundskeeper. Merlin, he was never going to be rid of the man now. Yummy nummy.. These pancakes were DEEEE-licious. His compliments to the...elves. Yes, the elves. As Justin continued tucking into his pancake meal, two at a time, his other arm was just freely hanging over Sabel's shoulder. He could feel him sort of squirming in his arm. Justin glanced over at him. He had a very concentrated look like.. aha. "I'm guessing that paper didn't agree with your stomach." See, paper bad. He couldn't imagine paper being easy to pass out later on. "Have a toast, here." No ifs or buts about it as he went to stuff a freshly toasted toast into his mouth. Eat up Professor Man, you could thank the Groundskeeper later. Now this also explained his stiffiness. Geez, this poor man had to work all the time. Not much time for fun when training to get the bad wizards and witches. "Cool. You definitely worked hard to get to where you are." Job well done as he patted his head. Pat, pat. His arm momentarily left again so he could stroke his own beard in thought. It had been a little while, "Well, yes and no." Arm went right back over his shoulder but less of holding and more of using his shoulder as support for his elbow, as the man was left to motion with his words. "I had went to Wizarding University right after Hogwarts, graduated and then taught at Durmstrang for a number of years before working with The Quibbler." There, that was a sweet summary of it. "Right? Not many magazines seem to appreciate that take. It's why I stuck with The Quibbler since they're more open accepting." Which could explain how they received a poor reputation from a number of others. But oh well, it was their loss. You know, Justin was about to laugh considering the direction and number of subjects that statement usually led to. But then it happened, Justin's eyes widened at that proclamation, "Bloody 'ell. You too?" As he grinned again before roughly patting his upper back. Now his arm was fully back with himself as he took his own cup of coffee to drink. "*Hah. Just as I thought, Sabby, you are* an alright bloke." Yep. This man was stuck with him for good. Whether he liked or not. According to Justin though, how could he not? He was not getting any hints otherwise. "How about sports or do you not have much time for that?**" __________________