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Lottiepot · 06-23-2024, 11:47 AM

Text Cut: Sassy Daae

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

And maybe he was stupid for considering her thoughts stupid, hmmm? HMMM? Hypothetical intrigue and speculation aside, there would be plenty to warm this allegedly innocent individual that this petite blonde was a firecracker that you most certainly did not want going off in your hand. So maybe...just MAYBE he ought to stop testing her!!

Also, for the record, it was really annoying to have someone dishing back what you were dishing out. "I DO. Thank you for noticing," she retorted in a tone that may as well have been her blowing an actual raspberry. "I mean...with THAT logic you could claim any other day in Diagon Alley an alumni event. Just because of the close proximity to Hogwarts and you lot getting special vouchers doesn't mean that this whole shebang is an alumni event." This really was not anything worth arguing over (because, honestly, who actually cared?) and yet there would be no white flag waved on her side of the verbal tussle. "There is nothing on any poster or whatever that claims this is an alumni event so I think you are just trying to assign a value that isn't technically there." So if he wanted to pretend it was an alumni event then he was entitled to his ~~wrong~~ opinion.

And speaking of misguided opinions, Chester now had her stunned and with her mouth opening and closing as the spotlight was thrust upon her own bias. It was HARDLY her fault that she had been conditioned to think such things though, the people back home here in the UK often speaking of her peers in France as snooty selfish sorts and then when she was back in France she was isolated because of a tedious language barrier that she could never quite clear and THEREFORE two homes felt like no homes at all and she adrift somewhere in the middle. "What? No. Obviously no," she huffed, the adolescent habit to stomp her foot in additional protest. Why would she want to do a silly thing like that? But also he needed to just shut up and stop poking holes in her wet paper walled logic. "Your smirk is exasperating," she grumbled under her breath, eyes cast to the grass that hugged the toes of her silvery boots, while her daughter took advantage of Chester's allegedly kind gesture and grabbed one of the Victoria Sponges to gobble up.

"You could still be a gentleman and say it anyway," Mavis pointed out, the sudden silence that followed her daughter stuffing her face with cake (unbeknownst to Mavis) creating a sort of ringing in her ears. It was as though they had to make up for the deafening silence that was a public place sans a shrieking child. When the chance was presented to her, Mavis snatched the cookie right out of his hand and immediately turned to offer it to Andrea...who had already seemed to have mellowed out. It may be time for Mavis to pitch a bit if he was smirking even bigger right now. "Say thank you to Chester for the cookie," she instructed while handing it over to her daughter, a daughter whose hands had some suspicious clumps of frosting or cream splashed about her palm. The 5-year-old, absolutely over the moon for yet another sweet, took the cookie and then sat down on a nearby picnic blanket to eat it and watch as the Hogwarts frog choir performed. "There was a thank you...in there somewhere," she insisted as her attention slowly swinged back to him. "You just didn't hear it."

The calm, if one could call it a calm, that now settled over the scene had the aspiring actress feeling rather exhausted. It was one of those moments where she did not realize just how exhausted she was until she was already in it...and hello, here she was. "Merci beaucoup," she said in an actual calm tone for once. Yes, she was capable of it - was that really so shocking? She even added a little saccharine curtsey. "It has been a pleasure making your acquaintance."

He’d never called HER stupid, just that the basis of the ‘argument’ (if you could call it that, it was rather one sided in his opinion), was pretty ridiculous in its context. Besides, what kind of Gryffindor would he be if he backed away from a challenge so easily? He was willing to test just how far a firecracker could fizzle before it fully exploded, not that he was doing anything to ignite said firecracker other than being in the right place at the wrong time. And maybe pushing her boundaries just the slightest but it was all resultant of being WRONGFULLY ACCUSED!

She was welcome, there was plenty more to be given if she wanted it but for the record he would, despite the situation, prefer a civil conversation. He snorted audibly at her retort, more of an amused reaction than a negative one. “I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. I’m just saying that the likelihood of meeting someone here would be that they themselves are an alumni of Hogwarts.” He raised his brow. Why was he needing to EXPLAIN himself anyway? “So telling you that I was class of 07 was a perfectly normal interaction. Because I assumed we were a similar age and there might be some recognition somewhere in that pretty head of yours to assure you that I am NOT in fact a kidnapper.” Evidently it didn’t matter how much ‘reassurance’ he could give her, she wasn’t willing to break down that barrier quite yet.

Whatever. He wasn’t in a rush.

Let’s be honest, Chester didn’t have enough experience with Beauxbatons girls to form a biased opinion. They gave off an air of self importance maybe but without meaning to sound boyish and crude, they were.. hot. Or at least the picture he had in his head of them was and Mavis, even with the attitude, wasn’t doing THAT much to diminish said maybe misguided opinion. As for his smirk, well he couldn’t exactly help his face, it was just sort of naturally that way. “I can frown at you if you’d prefer? I’ll warn you though that it feels very unnatural to do so.” It would surely be a waste of a perfectly good smile too?

Chester was unbothered whether the kid had said thank you or not anyway. He had no right to speak as to how others brought up their children as he had none of his own to comment upon. That didn’t mean he wasn’t good with kids though, it was in his blood with a primary school teacher for a mum and a sister who continued in her footsteps. “You’re welcome” he chuckled in the kid's direction. “Although you're nameless still, your mum hasn’t introduced you yet.” Hint hint, nudge nudge.

As if to make up for the situation that was absolutely not his fault, the twenty-four year old held his hand to take hers, debating over whether to perform his ‘princely’ duty and kiss the back of it or whether that would be pushing the boundary too far and result in a swift hex to the back of his head. “Even though you accused me of criminality, I do actually enjoy meeting new people. So the pleasure is all mine.. I guess.” And then, because it would only be polite, he used another voucher to pay for a secondary treat and offered it to the blonde. “Chelsea Bun?” Actually she reminded him of those Chelsea girls..

06-23-2024, 11:47 AM	#16 (permalink)
Lottiepot Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,993 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Greenwood Slytherin Graduated x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more Text Cut: Sassy Daae Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie And maybe he was stupid for considering her thoughts stupid, hmmm? HMMM? Hypothetical intrigue and speculation aside, there would be plenty to warm this allegedly innocent individual that this petite blonde was a firecracker that you most certainly did not want going off in your hand. So maybe...just MAYBE he ought to stop testing her!! Also, for the record, it was really annoying to have someone dishing back what you were dishing out. "I DO. Thank you for noticing," she retorted in a tone that may as well have been her blowing an actual raspberry. "I mean...with THAT logic you could claim any other day in Diagon Alley an alumni event. Just because of the close proximity to Hogwarts and you lot getting special vouchers doesn't mean that this whole shebang is an alumni event." This really was not anything worth arguing over (because, honestly, who actually cared?) and yet there would be no white flag waved on her side of the verbal tussle. "There is nothing on any poster or whatever that claims this is an alumni event so I think you are just trying to assign a value that isn't technically there." So if he wanted to pretend it was an alumni event then he was entitled to his ~~wrong~~ opinion. And speaking of misguided opinions, Chester now had her stunned and with her mouth opening and closing as the spotlight was thrust upon her own bias. It was HARDLY her fault that she had been conditioned to think such things though, the people back home here in the UK often speaking of her peers in France as snooty selfish sorts and then when she was back in France she was isolated because of a tedious language barrier that she could never quite clear and THEREFORE two homes felt like no homes at all and she adrift somewhere in the middle. "What? No. Obviously no," she huffed, the adolescent habit to stomp her foot in additional protest. Why would she want to do a silly thing like that? But also he needed to just shut up and stop poking holes in her wet paper walled logic. "Your smirk is exasperating," she grumbled under her breath, eyes cast to the grass that hugged the toes of her silvery boots, while her daughter took advantage of Chester's allegedly kind gesture and grabbed one of the Victoria Sponges to gobble up. "You could still be a gentleman and say it anyway," Mavis pointed out, the sudden silence that followed her daughter stuffing her face with cake (unbeknownst to Mavis) creating a sort of ringing in her ears. It was as though they had to make up for the deafening silence that was a public place sans a shrieking child. When the chance was presented to her, Mavis snatched the cookie right out of his hand and immediately turned to offer it to Andrea...who had already seemed to have mellowed out. It may be time for Mavis to pitch a bit if he was smirking even bigger right now. "Say thank you to Chester for the cookie," she instructed while handing it over to her daughter, a daughter whose hands had some suspicious clumps of frosting or cream splashed about her palm. The 5-year-old, absolutely over the moon for yet another sweet, took the cookie and then sat down on a nearby picnic blanket to eat it and watch as the Hogwarts frog choir performed. "There was a thank you...in there somewhere," she insisted as her attention slowly swinged back to him. "You just didn't hear it." The calm, if one could call it a calm, that now settled over the scene had the aspiring actress feeling rather exhausted. It was one of those moments where she did not realize just how exhausted she was until she was already in it...and hello, here she was. "Merci beaucoup," she said in an actual calm tone for once. Yes, she was capable of it - was that really so shocking? She even added a little saccharine curtsey. "It has been a pleasure making your acquaintance." He’d never called HER stupid, just that the basis of the ‘argument’ (if you could call it that, it was rather one sided in his opinion), was pretty ridiculous in its context. Besides, what kind of Gryffindor would he be if he backed away from a challenge so easily? He was willing to test just how far a firecracker could fizzle before it fully exploded, not that he was doing anything to ignite said firecracker other than being in the right place at the wrong time. And maybe pushing her boundaries just the slightest but it was all resultant of being WRONGFULLY ACCUSED! She was welcome, there was plenty more to be given if she wanted it but for the record he would, despite the situation, prefer a civil conversation. He snorted audibly at her retort, more of an amused reaction than a negative one. “I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. I’m just saying that the likelihood of meeting someone here would be that they themselves are an alumni of Hogwarts.” He raised his brow. Why was he needing to EXPLAIN himself anyway? “So telling you that I was class of 07 was a perfectly normal interaction. Because I assumed we were a similar age and there might be some recognition somewhere in that pretty head of yours to assure you that I am NOT in fact a kidnapper.” Evidently it didn’t matter how much ‘reassurance’ he could give her, she wasn’t willing to break down that barrier quite yet. Whatever. He wasn’t in a rush. Let’s be honest, Chester didn’t have enough experience with Beauxbatons girls to form a biased opinion. They gave off an air of self importance maybe but without meaning to sound boyish and crude, they were.. hot. Or at least the picture he had in his head of them was and Mavis, even with the attitude, wasn’t doing THAT much to diminish said maybe misguided opinion. As for his smirk, well he couldn’t exactly help his face, it was just sort of naturally that way. “I can frown at you if you’d prefer? I’ll warn you though that it feels very unnatural to do so.” It would surely be a waste of a perfectly good smile too? Chester was unbothered whether the kid had said thank you or not anyway. He had no right to speak as to how others brought up their children as he had none of his own to comment upon. That didn’t mean he wasn’t good with kids though, it was in his blood with a primary school teacher for a mum and a sister who continued in her footsteps. “You’re welcome” he chuckled in the kid's direction. “Although you're nameless still, your mum hasn’t introduced you yet.” Hint hint, nudge nudge. As if to make up for the situation that was absolutely not his fault, the twenty-four year old held his hand to take hers, debating over whether to perform his ‘princely’ duty and kiss the back of it or whether that would be pushing the boundary too far and result in a swift hex to the back of his head. “Even though you accused me of criminality, I do actually enjoy meeting new people. So the pleasure is all mine.. I guess.” And then, because it would only be polite, he used another voucher to pay for a secondary treat and offered it to the blonde. “Chelsea Bun?” Actually she reminded him of those Chelsea girls.. __________________