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Felixir · 08-27-2023, 11:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Fiorenza’s desire to find out more about her father was something she had kept from her grandparents. Given she hadn’t cared until she found out about all of this magic malarky, she didn’t want to insult them further. Because she was pretty sure that receiving letters from her via an owl and being forced to respond in the same way was insulting enough. The thought made the eleven year old shudder - imagine the droppings! She could scarcely believe people kept them as pets, but then she reminded herself that this was England, and, well…

It didn’t matter. What Nonno and Nonna didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, after all. And apparently what she didn’t know could hurt her, because Fio was quickly realising that she had no idea what half of the words on these spines meant, nor was she sure what she should actually be looking for. Of course, she wouldn’t be admitting that, or asking for help, and so she moved on, looking for something that she might better understand.

As she rounded a corner, she was surprised to see someone around her age crouched on the floor with a rather large book. At his smile, she offered one back, but it came out as something of a grimace instead. And given that she didn’t want to look lost, she pulled the nearest book down from the shelf and opened it, trying to make sense of the Lost Wizarding Families of the Twentieth Century.

Smiles - or whatever passed for them - exchanged, Yves was prepared to return to his book, and the search he already knew would be fruitless, only he couldn't help but eye the cover of the book the girl drew from the shelf. It moved too fast for him to read properly, even if it had been in French, but he was curious (and nosy) enough to surreptitiously glance up to read it under cover of looking around at the other shelves.

Only then he realised that trying to be subtle had been just as pointless as digging into the tome at his feet, because Yves felt compelled to speak up immediately. "Which family did you lose?" he asked, the stress ever so slightly on the 'you', though not enough to be too obvious about it. And he smiled again, to show it was... well... a joke. His jokes sometimes got lost, and he still wasn't sure if it was because of the language, the tone, the subject matter, or none of the above. Or all the above.

Some things were not supposed to be funny, and so naturally called for the lightness of humour simply by virtue of being too heavy to hold onto otherwise.

08-27-2023, 11:26 PM	#87 (permalink)
Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,307 Hogwarts RPG Name: Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ivor Balfour Spurling Stemp Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Dragomirov Petrov Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBC Slytherin Hogwarts RPG Name: August Arthur Orpington Ravenclaw Second Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Fiorenza’s desire to find out more about her father was something she had kept from her grandparents. Given she hadn’t cared until she found out about all of this magic malarky, she didn’t want to insult them further. Because she was pretty sure that receiving letters from her via an owl and being forced to respond in the same way was insulting enough. The thought made the eleven year old shudder - imagine the droppings! She could scarcely believe people kept them as pets, but then she reminded herself that this was England, and, well… It didn’t matter. What Nonno and Nonna didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, after all. And apparently what she didn’t know could hurt her, because Fio was quickly realising that she had no idea what half of the words on these spines meant, nor was she sure what she should actually be looking for. Of course, she wouldn’t be admitting that, or asking for help, and so she moved on, looking for something that she might better understand. As she rounded a corner, she was surprised to see someone around her age crouched on the floor with a rather large book. At his smile, she offered one back, but it came out as something of a grimace instead. And given that she didn’t want to look lost, she pulled the nearest book down from the shelf and opened it, trying to make sense of the Lost Wizarding Families of the Twentieth Century. Smiles - or whatever passed for them - exchanged, Yves was prepared to return to his book, and the search he already knew would be fruitless, only he couldn't help but eye the cover of the book the girl drew from the shelf. It moved too fast for him to read properly, even if it had been in French, but he was curious (and nosy) enough to surreptitiously glance up to read it under cover of looking around at the other shelves. Only then he realised that trying to be subtle had been just as pointless as digging into the tome at his feet, because Yves felt compelled to speak up immediately. "Which family did you lose?" he asked, the stress ever so slightly on the 'you', though not enough to be too obvious about it. And he smiled again, to show it was... well... a joke. His jokes sometimes got lost, and he still wasn't sure if it was because of the language, the tone, the subject matter, or none of the above. Or all the above. Some things were not supposed to be funny, and so naturally called for the lightness of humour simply by virtue of being too heavy to hold onto otherwise. __________________