12-30-2019, 01:28 AM
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 MO Puffskein
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7
| Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Text Cut: That SHADE tho... Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Oh, Merlin. Had she been like this last year, with all the questions? Bernie held in her sigh. Look how nice she was being today. Did anyone notice? Was there a prefect around? Perhaps someone could give her some house points for her wealth of knowledge, and she could get a few bonus points since it was inevitable that she was going to lose some?
"A boggart is a Dark creature-thingy that takes on the shape of your worst fear as soon as you see it," she explained. "I haven't seen one yet, but maybe, if we're lucky, there's a leftover one hiding in a cupboard somewhere." She was planning to check the kitchens FIRST THING when she got to Hogwarts. After the feast. And after checking out her dorm. And after seeing how close she could get to the Forbidden Forest.
She had a long to-do list, actually, but boggart cupboards were pretty high on the list.
"That's a Hufflepuff thing to say," the Gryffindor replied idly, remembering just now that she'd forgotten to check her Chocolate Frog card from earlier. She rustled through her candy wrappers that were discarded on the seat next to her to find the old box. "Derwent Shimpling," she announced with a soft, "huh," of interest. "Ate an entire venemous tentacula once, all on a bet." Neat. She'd totally try that. Maybe. Elias sat back again, crossing his arms and thinking that over. His worst fear... he had no idea what that was, but he was inclined to agree with what Bertie was saying: if these things took the form of your worst fear, and you didn't know what your worst fear was, then logically confronting a boggart and seeing what it came up with meant that you'd suddenly know, didn't it?
Did that make him a Ravenclaw? He still wasn't sold on the whole bookworm thing.
The more he thought about it, the more his brow creased; in the future it might translate into a sexy!brooding face, but right now his childhood baby fat got in the way and just made him look an unfortunate mixture of confused and slightly constipated.
"But what would happen," he said slowly, reasoning it out to himself, "if your greatest fear was falling? Does the boggart throw you into the air and make you fall? Or does it turn into a giant hole in the floor and you're standing right on the edge?" |
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