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SilverTiger · 01-19-2016, 08:27 AM

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Originally Posted by Hey Ju

Now THIS was a subject Matt was not looking forward to. History of Magic, how BORING did that sound? Very boring. They'd probably be sitting there with their faces in a book or they'd have to listen to a really old person talk to them in their really old boring voice.

Matt pretty much dragged himself to the classroom, only because he had to. He did perk up, though, when he saw the tables and lots of chairs and a classroom looking like something he wasn't really expecting to see. And what were those things on the wall??? Curious Matt was suddenly very curious about this lesson and after saying hi to the professor, he started to look for his name tag.

"Aha!" He exclaimed, taking a seat at once. He grinned at the Slyhterin girl who was sitting there but before starting a proper conversation, he had something more important to do, and he had to do it QUICKLY.

Grabbing a red marker, he crossed off his surname and wrote SOLO over it. There. That's what people should call him. After he placed his name tag thingy back on its place, he looked up at the girl again. "What do you reckon those things are??" He asked her with big eyes, gesturing towards the five things propped up on the wall.

As people had continued filtering in, finding their seats elsewhere than her table, Brooklyn had begun to feel like maybe she was safe. Granted, certain people hadn’t arrived yet. If they were even planning on coming. She also could have very easily just leaned over to look at the other nametags at her table, but that would have shown she was curious. She’d rather not look curious about anything. She wasn’t a first year, although she’d never been that curious even when she had been one. It just seemed easier to keep up her usual façade, making sure people knew who she was and how to treat her.

And then there was an exclamation that had seemed like it was nearly right behind her head, making a bit of a look appear on her face even before the younger boy had taken a seat. She barely even acknowledged him as he’d made adjustments to his nametag, rather hoping that if she ignored him he wouldn’t think that gave him permission to speak. She’d just pretend she was paying attention to the professor. She bit back a sigh though, as her table companion felt the need to speak. “I’d guess they’re paintings,” she replied dryly. At least, they were something that could be hung on the wall. Either way, if he listened he’d probably find out what they were anyway. That was usually how lessons worked here.

The comment that was obviously not directed at them only made Brooklyn feel like her idea about the lesson was valid. She figured there had to be something that could talk back that the professor was speaking to, and the question that was then directed at the class only proved that more. He’d have no reason to ask about interactions they’d had with paintings unless there was a reason. Granted, she preferred not speaking with the portraits, but she could at least feign that she was listening to the stories the others were telling.

Dot seemed to have the right idea, anyway. Making deals with the portraits would be something she would do, considering it just made sense to find ways they could be useful. She just hadn’t had any reason to use the idea.

01-19-2016, 08:27 AM	#98 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Fifth Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Text Cut: before the discussion question Quote: Originally Posted by Hey Ju Now THIS was a subject Matt was not looking forward to. History of Magic, how BORING did that sound? Very boring. They'd probably be sitting there with their faces in a book or they'd have to listen to a really old person talk to them in their really old boring voice. Matt pretty much dragged himself to the classroom, only because he had to. He did perk up, though, when he saw the tables and lots of chairs and a classroom looking like something he wasn't really expecting to see. And what were those things on the wall??? Curious Matt was suddenly very curious about this lesson and after saying hi to the professor, he started to look for his name tag. "Aha!" He exclaimed, taking a seat at once. He grinned at the Slyhterin girl who was sitting there but before starting a proper conversation, he had something more important to do, and he had to do it QUICKLY. Grabbing a red marker, he crossed off his surname and wrote SOLO over it. There. That's what people should call him. After he placed his name tag thingy back on its place, he looked up at the girl again. "What do you reckon those things are??" He asked her with big eyes, gesturing towards the five things propped up on the wall. As people had continued filtering in, finding their seats elsewhere than her table, Brooklyn had begun to feel like maybe she was safe. Granted, certain people hadn’t arrived yet. If they were even planning on coming. She also could have very easily just leaned over to look at the other nametags at her table, but that would have shown she was curious. She’d rather not look curious about anything. She wasn’t a first year, although she’d never been that curious even when she had been one. It just seemed easier to keep up her usual façade, making sure people knew who she was and how to treat her. And then there was an exclamation that had seemed like it was nearly right behind her head, making a bit of a look appear on her face even before the younger boy had taken a seat. She barely even acknowledged him as he’d made adjustments to his nametag, rather hoping that if she ignored him he wouldn’t think that gave him permission to speak. She’d just pretend she was paying attention to the professor. She bit back a sigh though, as her table companion felt the need to speak. “I’d guess they’re paintings,” she replied dryly. At least, they were something that could be hung on the wall. Either way, if he listened he’d probably find out what they were anyway. That was usually how lessons worked here. The comment that was obviously not directed at them only made Brooklyn feel like her idea about the lesson was valid. She figured there had to be something that could talk back that the professor was speaking to, and the question that was then directed at the class only proved that more. He’d have no reason to ask about interactions they’d had with paintings unless there was a reason. Granted, she preferred not speaking with the portraits, but she could at least feign that she was listening to the stories the others were telling. Dot seemed to have the right idea, anyway. Making deals with the portraits would be something she would do, considering it just made sense to find ways they could be useful. She just hadn’t had any reason to use the idea. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥