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TeafortheSoul · 01-06-2018, 02:47 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Know what else he could have done without overhearing? That additional commentary from Zita and the reminder of there being an audience.

Yeah. THAT.

Though he somehow managed a weak smile when the Slytherin headed back towards her own house table...and that was also the moment where he remembered that air was a thing and that his lungs needed it - just as Vivian gave him a pat on the head and went back to the Slytherin table too. Which meant that he took a bit of a gasp as sweet sweet air filled them up and he turned his head towards Bel - he knew it was her because she was the only one who called him that - when she spoke to him.

"S-S-Scales?" he repeated, his stutter slipping back in as anxiety seized his chest. The hand not in his hair quickly flew to his lips to feel them...but he didn't feel SCALES. In fact, nothing really felt all that different...although he did end up rubbing them a little mostly out of need to keep his hands moving. "I don't feel any sc---" And then the fourth year got a look at his hands...and the green shimmer STUFF there.

Oh.

He WISHED he had scales instead of.......lipstick.

"It's...not scales..." he assured her, he knew enough about this sort of thing from playing princess with his little sister. "It's...lipstick." And it really really REALLY needed to come off now. "Thanks," he mumbled as he accepted the napkin from her.

"Lipstick?" Oh. "But its green and its got... flecky bits in it." Weird. Why would you want that on your mouth? It didn't look good. Lips only naturally came in that colour if something was seriously wrong. Which actually made her wonder, what if you wore that stuff and kissed someone and they were allergic to the gunk in it? What if their entire face swoll up? Wouldn't THAT put a damper on proceedings.

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Originally Posted by DJ Moose

His head turned when Bel said her lips looked like scales. Which was a truth he couldn't agree more with. "That was a very astute Observation, Bel." He smiled and nodded at her. "T-that Napkin you chose for Derf is especially Clean too. Good Eyes." His nodding was getting to be a bit too much. "You're School Robes. They are also perfectly Ironed. I don't see a wrinkle in site!" why did he Yell that bit out!? He raised his hand to mouth and let out a cough. Then retrieved a Handkerchief from one of his pockets and wiped his hand with it. Tucking the Handkerchief back into his pocket shortly after.

He sat back down in his seat and looked down at Derfael then at the Letter that came swooping in from the Staff Table, then back down to Derf. Should he say something?

SPOILER!!: DaniDiNardo's Dare

..... okay. What? Bel blinked a few times in pure puzzlement. She hadn't even sat down yet and this feast felt like it was some kind of weird dream with all the strange things going on, and what Simon was saying just... well it added to it. What was an astute observation exactly? Bel was fairly sure she was just someone who saw stuff sometimes, and not someone who observed things astutely. For instance the serviette she had given Derf?

"....its just a serviette." Really. Why would anyone offer someone a used one? And unused ones were... you know, generally clean. As for the IRONING... well.

If she was being honest, she'd never ironed anything a day in her life. Baffled, she looked down at her robes, and then up again, meeting Derf's eyes quizzically. Was that a normal sort of thing for the other boy to say?

Was it a normal thing for anyone to say? She wasn't a house elf, she wasn't about to get all aflutter and feel complimented by someone taking note of her (non-existent) ironing skills. Was it sarcasm?

She looked at Simon, even more perplexed by the bout of coughing, and slipped into an empty seat... on the other side of Derfael, DEFINITELY not next to Simon because, well, he was a little bit alarming and as nice as Bel tried to be, she didn't really like feeling unsettled.

Even the ghost was ten thousand times less unsettling, really.

Now she was finally seated, she could look around and take in the new faces.
Smiles all around for the first years too.

AND more importantly, the speech! And therefore, food! That was Bel's priority at first, but then she heard mention of Quidditch being back at Hogwarts and sat up straighter. Abey and Cam had both been helping her out, learning all the basics and putting her natural inclination to be sporty to work, so she was definitely keen as mustard to try out. Oh! Who was the Quidditch captain though? How exciting! What would it be like?

01-06-2018, 02:47 AM	#89 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Know what else he could have done without overhearing? That additional commentary from Zita and the reminder of there being an audience. Yeah. THAT. Though he somehow managed a weak smile when the Slytherin headed back towards her own house table...and that was also the moment where he remembered that air was a thing and that his lungs needed it - just as Vivian gave him a pat on the head and went back to the Slytherin table too. Which meant that he took a bit of a gasp as sweet sweet air filled them up and he turned his head towards Bel - he knew it was her because she was the only one who called him that - when she spoke to him. "S-S-Scales?" he repeated, his stutter slipping back in as anxiety seized his chest. The hand not in his hair quickly flew to his lips to feel them...but he didn't feel SCALES. In fact, nothing really felt all that different...although he did end up rubbing them a little mostly out of need to keep his hands moving. "I don't feel any sc---" And then the fourth year got a look at his hands...and the green shimmer STUFF there. Oh. He WISHED he had scales instead of.......lipstick. "It's...not scales..." he assured her, he knew enough about this sort of thing from playing princess with his little sister. "It's...lipstick." And it really really REALLY needed to come off now. "Thanks," he mumbled as he accepted the napkin from her. "Lipstick?" Oh. "But its green and its got... flecky bits in it." Weird. Why would you want that on your mouth? It didn't look good. Lips only naturally came in that colour if something was seriously wrong. Which actually made her wonder, what if you wore that stuff and kissed someone and they were allergic to the gunk in it? What if their entire face swoll up? Wouldn't THAT put a damper on proceedings. Quote: Originally Posted by DJ Moose His head turned when Bel said her lips looked like scales. Which was a truth he couldn't agree more with. "That was a very astute Observation, Bel." He smiled and nodded at her. "T-that Napkin you chose for Derf is especially Clean too. Good Eyes." His nodding was getting to be a bit too much. "You're School Robes. They are also perfectly Ironed. I don't see a wrinkle in site!" why did he Yell that bit out!? He raised his hand to mouth and let out a cough. Then retrieved a Handkerchief from one of his pockets and wiped his hand with it. Tucking the Handkerchief back into his pocket shortly after. He sat back down in his seat and looked down at Derfael then at the Letter that came swooping in from the Staff Table, then back down to Derf. Should he say something? SPOILER!!: DaniDiNardo's Dare Your wonderful dare is to have Simon walk up to any random person in Diagon Alley and yell three things he likes about them off the top of his head. Could be something random or silly but just a first impression type deal Moose Note: Altered the Dare just a Tad since DA is Closed to Students Now ..... okay. What? Bel blinked a few times in pure puzzlement. She hadn't even sat down yet and this feast felt like it was some kind of weird dream with all the strange things going on, and what Simon was saying just... well it added to it. What was an astute observation exactly? Bel was fairly sure she was just someone who saw stuff sometimes, and not someone who observed things astutely. For instance the serviette she had given Derf? "....its just a serviette." Really. Why would anyone offer someone a used one? And unused ones were... you know, generally clean. As for the IRONING... well. If she was being honest, she'd never ironed anything a day in her life. Baffled, she looked down at her robes, and then up again, meeting Derf's eyes quizzically. Was that a normal sort of thing for the other boy to say? Was it a normal thing for anyone to say? She wasn't a house elf, she wasn't about to get all aflutter and feel complimented by someone taking note of her (non-existent) ironing skills. Was it sarcasm? She looked at Simon, even more perplexed by the bout of coughing, and slipped into an empty seat... on the other side of Derfael, DEFINITELY not next to Simon because, well, he was a little bit alarming and as nice as Bel tried to be, she didn't really like feeling unsettled. Even the ghost was ten thousand times less unsettling, really. Now she was finally seated, she could look around and take in the new faces. Smiles all around for the first years too. AND more importantly, the speech! And therefore, food! That was Bel's priority at first, but then she heard mention of Quidditch being back at Hogwarts and sat up straighter. Abey and Cam had both been helping her out, learning all the basics and putting her natural inclination to be sporty to work, so she was definitely keen as mustard to try out. Oh! Who was the Quidditch captain though? How exciting! What would it be like? __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you