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Fireheart · 02-05-2021, 06:23 PM

Text Cut: Ashley

"Perhaps I'm just prompting you to thiiiiink," Simon replied in a lofty tone, drawing out the syllables in the last word for emphasis. "An unforgivable curse, hmm? I would be quite distressed upon anyone being hit with such a spell." He paused to lick a ruffled patch of fur on his forearm....or forepaw? "I find many people your age to be quite.....frivolous on the surface. Though if you dig a little deeper, you may find that you have more allies than you think."

Text Cut: Phoebe

Mirabelle purred in delight. Such a lovely young lady. She watched intently as the girl placed the specimen into the vial, and then mewed happily at the question about more treats. If Phoebe was able to hear her thoughts yet, she might hear a soothing, kind voice. "Why thank you, sugar. Your mama or papa must have raised you well."

Text Cut: Bernie & Nem

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

SPOILER!!: This That These Those

Phil liked her hair? PHIL LIKED HER HAIR!!!! Bernie snuggled her face into Phil's fur again, giving him a big sniff, but also trying to keep her hair out of his paws. Ewwhooohoohoo. Big boi was also a stinky boi. She should... drink the potion or whatever she was supposed to do...

She turned as Nem threw the mouse to her, catching it with glee, and turning back to the kitty. "Here you go buddy!!" Hoping Phil liked it!!! She had some cat hairs on her robes now and, curiously, was not sneezing. Huh. Huh. All her life she'd been told she was allergic to cats.... she'd be thinking on that later... Regardless, her potion was ready now, so she quickly uncapped it and chugged it in one gulp. Now she just had to stare at... Phil? Bernie started doing that to hear the kneazle's thoughts. Maybe it loved the mouse toy! Maybe it did not!

Oh, N e m e s i s. "Okay," she smirked to herself, eyes still on the kneazle. "I'm not thinking of becoming an animagus," she dutifully replied. "I'm just," her gaze briefly left the kneazle, so she could nod at the professor, "curious about those who have done. Those Transfiguration masters, you know?" Just a thought she'd been working with. Annnd back to staring at Phil. Catnip mouse for your thoughts, buddy?

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Nem liked cats and kneazles as much as the next emotional void, but Grantham was something else (that was becoming a running theme). What was it about the Felidae family in particular that just had people leaving any and all dignity at the door?

Leaning on the desk and propping their head in their hand, Nem settled in to see how this was going to go. They wouldn't be in on any of those thoughts, but were vaguely interested in watching the faces of both human and kneazle, to see if they could pinpoint the moment the potion worked, or if they could tell that it hadn't.

First though, Nem snorted. Transfiguration masters, sure. "Jake's an animagus." Whether this influenced Nem's disregard for their father, or that disregard influenced their dislike of animagi, that was a phoenix-or-the-egg type riddle. They, however, were of the opinion both existed entirely independent of the other. Point was, that guy was a master of absolutely nothing.

Nem had a mind to tell Grantham more of their thoughts on the subject of animagi, but the whole kneazle situation was not only more immediate, but more interesting. Observations recommenced.

It was as if Phil didn't even see the mouse. He was too preoccupied with the invisible speck on the table. That is, until he heard the Slytherin speak. The kneazle looked at them, cocking his head ever so slightly. Jake. That was a fun word. He wanted to say it a bunch of times. Moseying over to Nem, Phil butted his head against their hand. The girl would soon hear a repetitive, "Jake. Jakey Jake Jake Jakers. Jake. Jakey Bakey Snakey. Jakery. Jakeeeee."

Text Cut: Kinsay

Sasha simply stared back at the girl's look of disappointment, blinking prettily a few times. Surely the girl would understand. Looks were important after all. Not to mention she was trying to get the attention of Simon. Ahh, Simon. The most handsome and smart kneazle. But he hadn't paid her one measly purr or glance all day long. When the girl picked her up again, Sasha simply huffed into Kinsay's robes (if there was such thing a kneazle huff), resorting herself to the fact that this was her life now. At least the girl's shirt smelled better than the rest of the room.

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02-05-2021, 06:23 PM	#116 (permalink)
Fireheart Firecrab Join Date: Mar 2019 Location: Naboo Posts: 774 Hogwarts RPG Name: Avalon Sinclair Graduated	Text Cut: Ashley Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat What kind of a question was that? "Nah. I clearly don't know how to act. If I knew everything, I would be a. gone, and b. uninjured. I'm not dumb, but I don't know everything. I think I have impaired decision making skills. Does THAT answer your question?" But did HE know everything? That was the question. "You redirect all of my questions. " She pet the simon the overconfident kneazle. "I can ask you a different question if you want. If I ever get crucio'd, would you care?" She kept petting Simon the floofy kneazle. "A lot of people wouldn't. People my age. I find that depressing." "Perhaps I'm just prompting you to thiiiiink," Simon replied in a lofty tone, drawing out the syllables in the last word for emphasis. "An unforgivable curse, hmm? I would be quite distressed upon anyone being hit with such a spell." He paused to lick a ruffled patch of fur on his forearm....or forepaw? "I find many people your age to be quite.....frivolous on the surface. Though if you dig a little deeper, you may find that you have more allies than you think." Text Cut: Phoebe Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "You're the best and smartest and prettiest kneazle I've ever met," Phoebe gave Mirabelle all the scritch-scratches she could, and it brought her JOY when the kneazle leaned into her touch. The look on her face. Those eyes. Merlin, could Phoebe KEEP HER? "You're the best kneazle." There were a few strands on her uniform skirt, and Phoebe dropped them into her potion before returning to her kneazle friend. "More treats, Miss Pretty?" Mirabelle purred in delight. Such a lovely young lady. She watched intently as the girl placed the specimen into the vial, and then mewed happily at the question about more treats. If Phoebe was able to hear her thoughts yet, she might hear a soothing, kind voice. "Why thank you, sugar. Your mama or papa must have raised you well." Text Cut: Bernie & Nem Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl SPOILER!!: This That These Those Phil liked her hair? PHIL LIKED HER HAIR!!!! Bernie snuggled her face into Phil's fur again, giving him a big sniff, but also trying to keep her hair out of his paws. Ewwhooohoohoo. Big boi was also a stinky boi. She should... drink the potion or whatever she was supposed to do... She turned as Nem threw the mouse to her, catching it with glee, and turning back to the kitty. "Here you go buddy!!" Hoping Phil liked it!!! She had some cat hairs on her robes now and, curiously, was not sneezing. Huh. Huh. All her life she'd been told she was allergic to cats.... she'd be thinking on that later... Regardless, her potion was ready now, so she quickly uncapped it and chugged it in one gulp. Now she just had to stare at... Phil? Bernie started doing that to hear the kneazle's thoughts. Maybe it loved the mouse toy! Maybe it did not! Oh, N e m e s i s. "Okay," she smirked to herself, eyes still on the kneazle. "I'm not thinking of becoming an animagus," she dutifully replied. "I'm just," her gaze briefly left the kneazle, so she could nod at the professor, "curious about those who have done. Those Transfiguration masters, you know?" Just a thought she'd been working with. Annnd back to staring at Phil. Catnip mouse for your thoughts, buddy? Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Nem liked cats and kneazles as much as the next emotional void, but Grantham was something else (that was becoming a running theme). What was it about the Felidae family in particular that just had people leaving any and all dignity at the door? Leaning on the desk and propping their head in their hand, Nem settled in to see how this was going to go. They wouldn't be in on any of those thoughts, but were vaguely interested in watching the faces of both human and kneazle, to see if they could pinpoint the moment the potion worked, or if they could tell that it hadn't. First though, Nem snorted. Transfiguration masters, sure. "Jake's an animagus." Whether this influenced Nem's disregard for their father, or that disregard influenced their dislike of animagi, that was a phoenix-or-the-egg type riddle. They, however, were of the opinion both existed entirely independent of the other. Point was, that guy was a master of absolutely nothing. Nem had a mind to tell Grantham more of their thoughts on the subject of animagi, but the whole kneazle situation was not only more immediate, but more interesting. Observations recommenced. It was as if Phil didn't even see the mouse. He was too preoccupied with the invisible speck on the table. That is, until he heard the Slytherin speak. The kneazle looked at them, cocking his head ever so slightly. Jake. That was a fun word. He wanted to say it a bunch of times. Moseying over to Nem, Phil butted his head against their hand. The girl would soon hear a repetitive, "Jake. Jakey Jake Jake Jakers. Jake. Jakey Bakey Snakey. Jakery. Jakeeeee." Text Cut: Kinsay Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Yes, too bad indeed. Kinsay couldn't think about the potion right now when she was CUDDLING THE PRETTIEST KNEA- Gasp! Kiz gave the kneazle a look of ultimate disappointment when she hopped onto the table. No matter! This would not stop Kinsay from picking her up once again and snuggling her intensely. Kneazle hugs were the cure for sads, right? Cause Kinsay had a lot of those lately, so she'd need lots of kneazle hugs. It was the rules. She made them up just now. Hi, kneazle. You're the cutest. Sasha simply stared back at the girl's look of disappointment, blinking prettily a few times. Surely the girl would understand. Looks were important after all. Not to mention she was trying to get the attention of Simon. Ahh, Simon. The most handsome and smart kneazle. But he hadn't paid her one measly purr or glance all day long. When the girl picked her up again, Sasha simply huffed into Kinsay's robes (if there was such thing a kneazle huff), resorting herself to the fact that this was her life now. At least the girl's shirt smelled better than the rest of the room. OOC: You have about 24 hours left to complete the main activity!