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DaniDiNardo · 11-27-2015, 01:13 AM

SPOILER!!: Zeeeke

Hazarding a guess sounded like the least secure way of figuring out what his future might be like. Even worse, if it was only a guess, how could he be SURE that he wouldn't end up peddling hot dogs on the streets of Diagon Alley? The little boy had had this internal struggle before and the fear of adding too much ketchup to the order was real.

Of course he didn't vocalize any of this but the doubt was evident as he watched his housemate shake the stick from the bucket. A part of him wanted the boy shaking a 20 too...because that way....if it really WAS a bad number they could....suffer together? Misery did love company afterall.

Alas, it turned out to be a number over twice as big and equally disappointing. Now they'd never be doomed to the same fate and if his WAS bad he'd suffer alone. "But your number's bigger and bigger things are usually better." It was a guarantee that the kid with 57 packs of jelly slugs was FAR happier than the kid with only 20. Surely he wasn't the only one who realized this.

The young Gryffindor rocked restlessly back and forth on the balls of his feet. How soon would the Professor let them take a look? The suspense was killing him.

11-27-2015, 01:13 AM	#90 (permalink)
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!!: Zeeeke Quote: Originally Posted by Hera Honestly, he wasn't sure he was going to remember all this terminology stuff for the Kau Cim reading things, like that 'q' word - already forgotten - though it was something he was sure he would be able to remember if he spent some time revising it. For now though, the interpretations were what interested him. Zeke watched as Blaise shook the bucket, curious as a single stick fell out. 20. And WHAT did it mean? Zeke shrugged, he hadn't opened his textbook yet, and he wasn't in a hurry to do so right away. He wanted to know HIS number first, and THEN he'd be motivated to get his book. "Not sure man, guess we'll find out soon?" He looked to Professor Tanner quickly before turning his attention to the Cim bucket that was being offered to him. That was quick. Whether 20 was good or not was still yet to be determined. "I'm going to hazard a guess and say good," he decided, just because. Zeke thought very deliberately about his question, having decided to ask about whether he would be a Curse Breaker after school. With his thoughts locked on that, he positioned himself on his knees and turned the bucked on a downward angle before gently shaking it. Shake, shake, shake, shake.... there were two that appeared to be at risk of falling, one more so than the other. Shake. And only one fell out. 57. "Fyi, your number looks better," Zeke decided out loud. 20 somehow seemed a more positive number than 57. 57 was just... odd, literally. Hazarding a guess sounded like the least secure way of figuring out what his future might be like. Even worse, if it was only a guess, how could he be SURE that he wouldn't end up peddling hot dogs on the streets of Diagon Alley? The little boy had had this internal struggle before and the fear of adding too much ketchup to the order was real. Of course he didn't vocalize any of this but the doubt was evident as he watched his housemate shake the stick from the bucket. A part of him wanted the boy shaking a 20 too...because that way....if it really WAS a bad number they could....suffer together? Misery did love company afterall. Alas, it turned out to be a number over twice as big and equally disappointing. Now they'd never be doomed to the same fate and if his WAS bad he'd suffer alone. "But your number's bigger and bigger things are usually better." It was a guarantee that the kid with 57 packs of jelly slugs was FAR happier than the kid with only 20. Surely he wasn't the only one who realized this. The young Gryffindor rocked restlessly back and forth on the balls of his feet. How soon would the Professor let them take a look? The suspense was killing him. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.