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kayquilz · 08-29-2023, 12:47 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

"Yep." Birthday. And, again, spending it on a train, not ideal. Spending it with a sniffler on a train, less ideal, which was where the distraction of chess came into it. And it would end in a feast, which was something. "Wish I still had cake, but there was none left."

Actually, Charlie didn't care about the cake, but it sounded like something some kids might say.

"I do. I'm pretty good too." More than, actually. He sent a sly smile back at Roman, but a moment later looked away again as he finally freed the brand new chess set from his backpack. "Definitely wizard's chess." And a gift from his brother, given when his dad was looking the other way, so... he had reason to believe that these pieces wouldn't hold back, that perhaps it was even unique.

All Charlie had to do was unlatch the board and open it up, and it soared neatly into the air to hover between them, the pieces appearing in the next instant, lined up on their starting positions. Apparently, they'd remember where they were if he put the board away before they were done, but Charlie intended to beat Roman several times before the end of the journey. He didn't expect it to drag on too long.

Picking up his feet to sit cross-legged on his seat, Charlie - who had the white pieces - sent his queen's pawn forward too spaces, and settled in. "What else do you do, anyway. Other than read and play chess."

Roman dug in his bag, searching for anything that could be a good birthday present from a new friend. He managed to find a small container of cookies his papa had baked for him for the journey and offered the unopened container to Charlie. "Here. My papa baked them for me, but I want you to have them since it's your birthday. I have nothing else to offer," he spoke gently, his grey eyes genuine as he looked over his new friend. A look that said, 'let me do something for you.' "It's not cake...but...it's something."

But he bit his lip. His confidence was quickly draining as Charlie puffed up, but he rubbed his hands together and took a deep breath. He moved his own queen's pawn forward two spaces, too, to stand nose-to-nose, so to speak, with Charlie's. "Maybe I'm not good. Maybe I've only ever had poor opponents," he smiled a little, though, as he kicked his feet contently, his tears forgotten for now.

"Well, I write, but not very well. All my stories lack...depth, I guess. I hate being eleven." He huffed and slumped his shoulders. "All of my plots seem foolish compared to real novels, real books. Why can't my brain do that stuff?" he tapped his temple, an impatient tone inflected in his voice. "My brain is too neat, too tidy right now. Everything is straightforward. There's no...there's no beauty to organization," he sighed. "I want to create beautiful things one day."

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kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,189 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Graduated x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir "Yep." Birthday. And, again, spending it on a train, not ideal. Spending it with a sniffler on a train, less ideal, which was where the distraction of chess came into it. And it would end in a feast, which was something. "Wish I still had cake, but there was none left." Actually, Charlie didn't care about the cake, but it sounded like something some kids might say. "I do. I'm pretty good too." More than, actually. He sent a sly smile back at Roman, but a moment later looked away again as he finally freed the brand new chess set from his backpack. "Definitely wizard's chess." And a gift from his brother, given when his dad was looking the other way, so... he had reason to believe that these pieces wouldn't hold back, that perhaps it was even unique. All Charlie had to do was unlatch the board and open it up, and it soared neatly into the air to hover between them, the pieces appearing in the next instant, lined up on their starting positions. Apparently, they'd remember where they were if he put the board away before they were done, but Charlie intended to beat Roman several times before the end of the journey. He didn't expect it to drag on too long. Picking up his feet to sit cross-legged on his seat, Charlie - who had the white pieces - sent his queen's pawn forward too spaces, and settled in. "What else do you do, anyway. Other than read and play chess." Roman dug in his bag, searching for anything that could be a good birthday present from a new friend. He managed to find a small container of cookies his papa had baked for him for the journey and offered the unopened container to Charlie. "Here. My papa baked them for me, but I want you to have them since it's your birthday. I have nothing else to offer," he spoke gently, his grey eyes genuine as he looked over his new friend. A look that said, 'let me do something for you.' "It's not cake...but...it's something." But he bit his lip. His confidence was quickly draining as Charlie puffed up, but he rubbed his hands together and took a deep breath. He moved his own queen's pawn forward two spaces, too, to stand nose-to-nose, so to speak, with Charlie's. "Maybe I'm not good. Maybe I've only ever had poor opponents," he smiled a little, though, as he kicked his feet contently, his tears forgotten for now. "Well, I write, but not very well. All my stories lack...depth, I guess. I hate being eleven." He huffed and slumped his shoulders. "All of my plots seem foolish compared to real novels, real books. Why can't my brain do that stuff?" he tapped his temple, an impatient tone inflected in his voice. "My brain is too neat, too tidy right now. Everything is straightforward. There's no...there's no beauty to organization," he sighed. "I want to create beautiful things one day." __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin