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Anna Banana · 01-15-2017, 05:26 AM

Text Cut: awakemysoul and Cedric

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Originally Posted by awakemysoul

"I didn't expect to meet anyone else who was a transfer, especially not from Ilvermorny. I thought I was totally alone!" Jacob grinned, relieved that Brent didn't seem to think he was insane after that outburst. "I was in Thunderbird. How about you? Wait," he said, looking at the other boy intently, almost as if inspecting him, "let me guess. You said you're an athlete, and now you're in Slytherin... Wampus, maybe?" It seemed logical, anyway. "Although maybe not, actually. It really doesn't seem like there's much of a correlation between the schools' houses, at least from what I can tell. If there were, I'd probably be in Gryffindor, I guess."

He shrugged. The Sorting Hat really did seem to have a mind of its own (never mind that that was sort of the point of it). Who knew what it was thinking with any given student -- besides that student, of course? "Things are really different, yeah. I miss ranch dressing..." Jacob said wistfully. It didn't seem like the UK knew how delicious ranch was, otherwise they would, you know, have it readily available.

"We moved because my dad got a job at the Ministry. He'd been trying to get a foot in the door over here for forever, so when they offered him a position, we packed up and left pretty much immediately," he answered. "How about you? What brought your family to this side of the pond?"

This was exciting. He was surprised at how naturally the conversation seemed to be flowing. Mark this as the least awkward social interaction he'd had so far this year, even counting the weird word vomit thing he'd done a few minutes ago. That might not be a good thing, actually. He should probably figure out how to not do anything weird at all... Anyway. Someone who understood the struggle! Yessss. "I'm a fifth year. You too?" he guessed. They looked about the same age.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cedric

Sam, being Sam, was practicing new spells.

Now, today he was practicing a spell that would turn his ink into unspillable, unstaining ink. And who did he have to keep him company but his usual, trusty reptilian sidekick, Taco. Such a good lizard, he was.

Mind you, the corridor outside the common room was much better for practicing than the actual common room. More room and less people to mess him up. Yes, much better. As Taco roamed around on the floor near the ink bottle, Sam drew his wand and rolled up his sleeves before practicing the wand motion a few times. Yeah, he had this. No problem.

But it would seem that he spoke - or thought, rather - too soon, because within the next moment, the little green anole's exploring turned into tipping over the bottle of ink. TOO SOON!

Fencing reflexes did come in handy, though, because Sam promptly flicked his wand at the bottle mid-spill. Aaaaaaaannd......

BOING.

BOING.

BOING.

Well.... he'd gotten it right in one sense: that ink wasn't splattering onto the corridor floor. Nope. No, instead all that ink had basically taken on the form of little black bouncy balls suddenly bouncing their way down the hallway.

But hey - they weren't staining, you know.

Brent nodded. "Yeah, no kidding, man. I've got a brother here, too. He was a first year at Ilvermorny last year," he said. Plus, Brent couldn't believe their old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was now the Headmistress at Hogwarts. "We're going to take over this place!" Brent opened his mouth to answer the whole 'what house were you in' question, when it appeared the other boy wanted to make a guess. Brent paused, eyebrows arched as he awaited the reply. "Wampus all the way!" he said with pride.

He nodded again. "I know what you mean. I thought I'd be a Thunderbird at Ilvermorny and a Gryffindor here," he continued. He just followed along with what the other guy was saying until he brought up another similarity they ended up having. "No way, man! We moved, because my dad got on at the Ministry, too!" That Ministry must be a really awesome place to be bringing over all the Americans. "Nope. I'm a fourth year," he answered, feeling kind of less macho since he seemed to be the younger one.

He started to say something else, but then he heard a weird sound and turned to see... "Whooooooa! What the--...?!" he exclaimed. He had literally turned just in time to see a ton of bouncing black balls going pretty much everywhere. In a certain sense, this might have seemed like a pretty good opportunity to have some fun. As it was, though, Brent was literally about to fall victim and unceremoniously slip and meet the floor. He made a good attempt at a getaway, but one of the balls got him good. He fumbled a bit, reaching aimlessly at the wall, but in the end, he was sitting on the floor. His wand was even out of its holster and tossed to the side.

Wonderful.

01-15-2017, 05:26 AM	#18 (permalink)
Anna Banana Selkie Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 36,514 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Bellerose Slytherin Second Year x1	Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! \| Hermione's Double \| The Little Three \| Alecate Text Cut: awakemysoul and Cedric Quote: Originally Posted by awakemysoul "I didn't expect to meet anyone else who was a transfer, especially not from Ilvermorny. I thought I was totally alone!" Jacob grinned, relieved that Brent didn't seem to think he was insane after that outburst. "I was in Thunderbird. How about you? Wait," he said, looking at the other boy intently, almost as if inspecting him, "let me guess. You said you're an athlete, and now you're in Slytherin... Wampus, maybe?" It seemed logical, anyway. "Although maybe not, actually. It really doesn't seem like there's much of a correlation between the schools' houses, at least from what I can tell. If there were, I'd probably be in Gryffindor, I guess." He shrugged. The Sorting Hat really did seem to have a mind of its own (never mind that that was sort of the point of it). Who knew what it was thinking with any given student -- besides that student, of course? "Things are really different, yeah. I miss ranch dressing..." Jacob said wistfully. It didn't seem like the UK knew how delicious ranch was, otherwise they would, you know, have it readily available. "We moved because my dad got a job at the Ministry. He'd been trying to get a foot in the door over here for forever, so when they offered him a position, we packed up and left pretty much immediately," he answered. "How about you? What brought your family to this side of the pond?" This was exciting. He was surprised at how naturally the conversation seemed to be flowing. Mark this as the least awkward social interaction he'd had so far this year, even counting the weird word vomit thing he'd done a few minutes ago. That might not be a good thing, actually. He should probably figure out how to not do anything weird at all... Anyway. Someone who understood the struggle! Yessss. "I'm a fifth year. You too?" he guessed. They looked about the same age. Quote: Originally Posted by Cedric Sam, being Sam, was practicing new spells. Now, today he was practicing a spell that would turn his ink into unspillable, unstaining ink. And who did he have to keep him company but his usual, trusty reptilian sidekick, Taco. Such a good lizard, he was. Mind you, the corridor outside the common room was much better for practicing than the actual common room. More room and less people to mess him up. Yes, much better. As Taco roamed around on the floor near the ink bottle, Sam drew his wand and rolled up his sleeves before practicing the wand motion a few times. Yeah, he had this. No problem. But it would seem that he spoke - or thought, rather - too soon, because within the next moment, the little green anole's exploring turned into tipping over the bottle of ink. TOO SOON! Fencing reflexes did come in handy, though, because Sam promptly flicked his wand at the bottle mid-spill. Aaaaaaaannd...... BOING. BOING. BOING. Well.... he'd gotten it right in one sense: that ink wasn't splattering onto the corridor floor. Nope. No, instead all that ink had basically taken on the form of little black bouncy balls suddenly bouncing their way down the hallway. But hey - they weren't staining, you know. Brent nodded. "Yeah, no kidding, man. I've got a brother here, too. He was a first year at Ilvermorny last year," he said. Plus, Brent couldn't believe their old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was now the Headmistress at Hogwarts. "We're going to take over this place!" Brent opened his mouth to answer the whole 'what house were you in' question, when it appeared the other boy wanted to make a guess. Brent paused, eyebrows arched as he awaited the reply. "Wampus all the way!" he said with pride. He nodded again. "I know what you mean. I thought I'd be a Thunderbird at Ilvermorny and a Gryffindor here," he continued. He just followed along with what the other guy was saying until he brought up another similarity they ended up having. "No way, man! We moved, because my dad got on at the Ministry, too!" That Ministry must be a really awesome place to be bringing over all the Americans. "Nope. I'm a fourth year," he answered, feeling kind of less macho since he seemed to be the younger one. He started to say something else, but then he heard a weird sound and turned to see... "Whooooooa! What the--...?!" he exclaimed. He had literally turned just in time to see a ton of bouncing black balls going pretty much everywhere. In a certain sense, this might have seemed like a pretty good opportunity to have some fun. As it was, though, Brent was literally about to fall victim and unceremoniously slip and meet the floor. He made a good attempt at a getaway, but one of the balls got him good. He fumbled a bit, reaching aimlessly at the wall, but in the end, he was sitting on the floor. His wand was even out of its holster and tossed to the side. Wonderful. __________________