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Felixir · 03-10-2021, 05:12 AM

SPOILER!!: bernie bernz

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Well well well. Was Bernadette surprised by anything that went down once Nem stood up?

Sadly, she was not. For the record, they weren't a traitor. Nemesis was perhaps the most consistent person she'd ever encountered. And that said a lot about the people Bernie knew.

Was she disappointed in the professor, upset by her classmates, terrified of the Headmaster, and then amazed by the poofing spell?

Yes, yes she was. There were a lot of feelings sparking in Bernadette's heart, all bursting like little fireworks that sparked and then put themselves out, sparked and fizzled again.

She found herself gripping the edge of her desk the entire time the Imposter-in-Charge was in the room. She was having trouble just breathing around him these days. It felt like even having Bad Thoughts about the man might set him off, and she was desperate not to attract more attention than necessary until she could come up with a solid plan to run away from this place and to escape Room forever. But thankfully.... he left, and she was able to audibly exhale and slump back in her seat, her arms crossed and her small shoulders shivering slightly.

She caught Nem's doodling out of the corner of her eye and felt another pang, a longing for simpler times gone by when making waves didn't result in instanteous.... death. Er? No, that wasn't a killing spell he'd used on the kids with a death wish; the killing curse was green, and THAT was something else, some kind of Dark Magic she didn't even know was possible. Poor Flamsteed had probably peed his pants by now, witnessing all this. Was that why he was asking to go to the hospital wing?

Bernie had a million thoughts running through her mind but she did her best to push them aside, choosing instead to stare at Nem's face, much in the way they liked to stare back at her. Bernie adjusted her posture to imitate Nem's, though she certainly lacked the long legs and cool head they had, amongst other notable features. She then made certain her parchment and quill were just so, like her classmate's, and added the same oceanic doodle to her paper.

"So if I were to be you," she spoke barely above a whisper, as finding her voice was suddenly an arduous task, "I'd need a duplicate of that pin; that's new, isn't it? I'd need to be more proficient at nonverbals, I'd need a crocheted hat and half-gloves I suppose, maybe some.... grass-stained trainers, I think. I always see you outside in those." She didn't need to look, though; she already knew what Nem's shoes were like. "I'd have to work on controlling my temper... for the Greater Good, of course, and perhaps... what's your wand made of? What's the core? I think there's a way to check that, to check out imposters...."

Bernadette trailed off, her expression suddenly dead serious as she considered everything she'd said. "This is all hypothetical, of course. There can't be two Nemesis Upsteads in the world." Or... could there?

Three tiny lines of waves drawn, Nem looked up long enough to watch the Big Man take his leave, then set their quill down and turned slightly, all the better to see Bernadette Grantham. Once again their elbow was on the desk, head propped in hand, the whole bit, as they watched her... get into character.

"It's new," they remarked simply, regarding the pin that glinted from the front of their robes when it caught the light in just the right way. Bernadette had hit the nail on the head with the rest of it too; interesting to see just how much she had already noticed. Then again, some of it was a given.

Nem remained quiet and watchful as Bernadette rambled on, and then trailed off, and matched her expression with a mirrored version of their own. "Totally hypothetical, but an interesting one. And as for my wand," For a split second, they considered claiming silver lime and unicorn hair, like both their brother and sister had, but decided against it. "It's elder." True. "And thestral tail hair." Lie. An obvious one, told with a hint of a smile.

This approach to the activity was one Nem could get on board with. "If I were to be you, I suppose I would wear a lot of cardigans, and boots, for the stomping around. I should probably know how to crochet, at least in theory, and I'd spend a fair amount of time visiting Schmoe, circumstances permitting." That part was Ezra's intel, not that he'd been there for that purpose. "Getting more creative with answers in class would be necessary, but also following my heart more often than my head. Or, rather, your heart." They drummed their fingers on the desktop, considering things a moment longer. "And I'd let my body language do all the talking, regardless of what my mouth is saying. What's your wand made of, then." That was something Nem's brother might have been better at predicting, had he been remotely skilled at actually reading a person, but the ins and outs of the topic were nothing they themselves had ever found any real interest in. "Hey, you ever think about how something as simple as a boggart could potentially ruin everything for someone who's taking this stuff."

03-10-2021, 05:12 AM	#71 (permalink)
Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,228 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Prince Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fifth Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: bernie bernz Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Well well well. Was Bernadette surprised by anything that went down once Nem stood up? Sadly, she was not. For the record, they weren't a traitor. Nemesis was perhaps the most consistent person she'd ever encountered. And that said a lot about the people Bernie knew. Was she disappointed in the professor, upset by her classmates, terrified of the Headmaster, and then amazed by the poofing spell? Yes, yes she was. There were a lot of feelings sparking in Bernadette's heart, all bursting like little fireworks that sparked and then put themselves out, sparked and fizzled again. She found herself gripping the edge of her desk the entire time the Imposter-in-Charge was in the room. She was having trouble just breathing around him these days. It felt like even having Bad Thoughts about the man might set him off, and she was desperate not to attract more attention than necessary until she could come up with a solid plan to run away from this place and to escape Room forever. But thankfully.... he left, and she was able to audibly exhale and slump back in her seat, her arms crossed and her small shoulders shivering slightly. She caught Nem's doodling out of the corner of her eye and felt another pang, a longing for simpler times gone by when making waves didn't result in instanteous.... death. Er? No, that wasn't a killing spell he'd used on the kids with a death wish; the killing curse was green, and THAT was something else, some kind of Dark Magic she didn't even know was possible. Poor Flamsteed had probably peed his pants by now, witnessing all this. Was that why he was asking to go to the hospital wing? Bernie had a million thoughts running through her mind but she did her best to push them aside, choosing instead to stare at Nem's face, much in the way they liked to stare back at her. Bernie adjusted her posture to imitate Nem's, though she certainly lacked the long legs and cool head they had, amongst other notable features. She then made certain her parchment and quill were just so, like her classmate's, and added the same oceanic doodle to her paper. "So if I were to be you," she spoke barely above a whisper, as finding her voice was suddenly an arduous task, "I'd need a duplicate of that pin; that's new, isn't it? I'd need to be more proficient at nonverbals, I'd need a crocheted hat and half-gloves I suppose, maybe some.... grass-stained trainers, I think. I always see you outside in those." She didn't need to look, though; she already knew what Nem's shoes were like. "I'd have to work on controlling my temper... for the Greater Good, of course, and perhaps... what's your wand made of? What's the core? I think there's a way to check that, to check out imposters...." Bernadette trailed off, her expression suddenly dead serious as she considered everything she'd said. "This is all hypothetical, of course. There can't be two Nemesis Upsteads in the world." Or... could there? Three tiny lines of waves drawn, Nem looked up long enough to watch the Big Man take his leave, then set their quill down and turned slightly, all the better to see Bernadette Grantham. Once again their elbow was on the desk, head propped in hand, the whole bit, as they watched her... get into character. "It's new," they remarked simply, regarding the pin that glinted from the front of their robes when it caught the light in just the right way. Bernadette had hit the nail on the head with the rest of it too; interesting to see just how much she had already noticed. Then again, some of it was a given. Nem remained quiet and watchful as Bernadette rambled on, and then trailed off, and matched her expression with a mirrored version of their own. "Totally hypothetical, but an interesting one. And as for my wand," For a split second, they considered claiming silver lime and unicorn hair, like both their brother and sister had, but decided against it. "It's elder." True. "And thestral tail hair." Lie. An obvious one, told with a hint of a smile. This approach to the activity was one Nem could get on board with. "If I were to be you, I suppose I would wear a lot of cardigans, and boots, for the stomping around. I should probably know how to crochet, at least in theory, and I'd spend a fair amount of time visiting Schmoe, circumstances permitting." That part was Ezra's intel, not that he'd been there for that purpose. "Getting more creative with answers in class would be necessary, but also following my heart more often than my head. Or, rather, your heart." They drummed their fingers on the desktop, considering things a moment longer. "And I'd let my body language do all the talking, regardless of what my mouth is saying. What's your wand made of, then." That was something Nem's brother might have been better at predicting, had he been remotely skilled at actually reading a person, but the ins and outs of the topic were nothing they themselves had ever found any real interest in. 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