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Lottiepot · 07-11-2024, 01:01 PM

Text Cut: Double Trouble

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Oh so he WAS calling her stupid because now he was telling her that she wasn't understanding him. Which was way way WAY wrong because she did understand what he had been trying to say all this time but it was the assumption that she was a Hogwarts graduate when she had done all that she could to distance herself from THAT legacy - no, she would not be discussing how she had brought up that daddy had been a headmaster at the school and it would be really peachy if no one would point out her hypocrisy at this time...thank you. And no they would not be discussing how his little compliment took SOME of the fight out of her...because it had (she really liked being called pretty and any other positive compliments she could and couldn't fish for about her appearance). "WELL, you aren't entirely wrong because I was a Hogwarts until I wasn't," she added with another huff. That was all the barrier breaking you were getting, mister. "I ONLY said it was exasperating, not that it was disgusting and did not suit your features." Okay, one more tiny hint of a barrier down.

Before she could say anything to her daughter, either for or against the self introduction, the little blonde was offering a cute curtsey and doing it herself, Andrea Diane Leroux, and just like they had practiced time and time again for auditions. WHAT she thought her daughter may be auditioning for right now was beyond her but she also did not want to spend too much time considering options, thanks. "That was beautifully done," Mavis praised and offered her mini me a little kiss upon the head. "She speaks for herself, you see." Yes, obviously.

The princely gesture would not be met with a hex, for the record, as Mavis felt a certain disgust towards such actions. Could maybe, possible, have something to do with what all the Trent family had been through during the war buuuuuuuuut it may also have something to do with the fact that her wand was out of reach and she may not be able to perform any curses effectively. And even though her words had meant to be dismissive and an invitation for him to take his leave, he was now the one not understanding what she was saying and offering her another delectable. Considering how Andrea had consumed plenty of the plates herself...she did owe it to herself to enjoy at least SOMETHING from the spread. "I like mine best with cherries or cherry jelly," she replied before accepting the sweet - couldn't give him TOO much praise and hope in one go. "I mean...thank you. And I know this one hasn't been poisoned because they just set it out. Unless you truly are a mastermind and are in cahoots with the kitchen."

This was, for the record, said in an OBVIOUSLY playful tone that was even accented with a sassy hip bump against him.

Do you know what else was exasperating? This back and forth of misconstruing each other's words which in his opinion was completely unnecessary. He likely would’ve been the first to back down had it gone on any longer but then Mavis accepted that he was right (in so many words) and a fleeting smugness flashed across his face before disapparating. “Thank you?” he questioned, attempting to deduce if that was meant to be some kind of backhanded compliment.

Chester’s fondness for kids, a direct result of having close family members who worked with them, was evident in the crooked smile he offered young Andrea. “Charmed to meet you” he leant forward in a slightly dramatic bow to the kid removing the hat once again from his curls. If she wanted ‘princely’ he could offer that in multitudes, although he preferred a roguish hero if given the option.

See? Wasn’t this much more enjoyable? A conversation without suspicious looks and unwarranted accusations. It didn’t take much for Chester to lower his own guard, he was plenty of an open book already. He was assured it was a familial thing, his sisters were equally as extroverted as he was. It wasn’t a misunderstanding that he hadn’t taken his leave, it was sheer stubbornness and the desire to crack whatever shield spell she had placed upon herself that had led him to ignore any social cues and stand his ground. “Are you doubting my sleight of hand?” He smirked. A wise choice, Chester was anything but subtle.

Her playful tone and that sassy little hip bump brought a genuine smile to the former Gryffindor’s face. “Unfortunately I don’t have kitchen privileges or else I would’ve been helping myself before they even made it out here” He chuckled. “I can’t tell you whether any of these are cherry flavoured so you’re just gonna have to lucky-dip it.” Chester meanwhile was not so fussy and any would do. “Maybe I could’ve got a press lanyard or something though. Should’ve brought my camera and blended in, might’ve got extra privileges.” He had purposefully chosen not to work for any publication in particular, he didn’t want his creativeness and composition to be restricted by a typecast or expectation. It often meant more work for himself to assimilate and build his portfolio but it was worth it. He did not have the important ‘connections’ that some people had.

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Lottiepot Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,993 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Greenwood Slytherin Seventh Year x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more Text Cut: Double Trouble Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Oh so he WAS calling her stupid because now he was telling her that she wasn't understanding him. Which was way way WAY wrong because she did understand what he had been trying to say all this time but it was the assumption that she was a Hogwarts graduate when she had done all that she could to distance herself from THAT legacy - no, she would not be discussing how she had brought up that daddy had been a headmaster at the school and it would be really peachy if no one would point out her hypocrisy at this time...thank you. And no they would not be discussing how his little compliment took SOME of the fight out of her...because it had (she really liked being called pretty and any other positive compliments she could and couldn't fish for about her appearance). "WELL, you aren't entirely wrong because I was a Hogwarts until I wasn't," she added with another huff. That was all the barrier breaking you were getting, mister. "I ONLY said it was exasperating, not that it was disgusting and did not suit your features." Okay, one more tiny hint of a barrier down. Before she could say anything to her daughter, either for or against the self introduction, the little blonde was offering a cute curtsey and doing it herself, Andrea Diane Leroux, and just like they had practiced time and time again for auditions. WHAT she thought her daughter may be auditioning for right now was beyond her but she also did not want to spend too much time considering options, thanks. "That was beautifully done," Mavis praised and offered her mini me a little kiss upon the head. "She speaks for herself, you see." Yes, obviously. The princely gesture would not be met with a hex, for the record, as Mavis felt a certain disgust towards such actions. Could maybe, possible, have something to do with what all the Trent family had been through during the war buuuuuuuuut it may also have something to do with the fact that her wand was out of reach and she may not be able to perform any curses effectively. And even though her words had meant to be dismissive and an invitation for him to take his leave, he was now the one not understanding what she was saying and offering her another delectable. Considering how Andrea had consumed plenty of the plates herself...she did owe it to herself to enjoy at least SOMETHING from the spread. "I like mine best with cherries or cherry jelly," she replied before accepting the sweet - couldn't give him TOO much praise and hope in one go. "I mean...thank you. And I know this one hasn't been poisoned because they just set it out. Unless you truly are a mastermind and are in cahoots with the kitchen." This was, for the record, said in an OBVIOUSLY playful tone that was even accented with a sassy hip bump against him. Do you know what else was exasperating? This back and forth of misconstruing each other's words which in his opinion was completely unnecessary. He likely would’ve been the first to back down had it gone on any longer but then Mavis accepted that he was right (in so many words) and a fleeting smugness flashed across his face before disapparating. “Thank you?” he questioned, attempting to deduce if that was meant to be some kind of backhanded compliment. Chester’s fondness for kids, a direct result of having close family members who worked with them, was evident in the crooked smile he offered young Andrea. “Charmed to meet you” he leant forward in a slightly dramatic bow to the kid removing the hat once again from his curls. If she wanted ‘princely’ he could offer that in multitudes, although he preferred a roguish hero if given the option. See? Wasn’t this much more enjoyable? A conversation without suspicious looks and unwarranted accusations. It didn’t take much for Chester to lower his own guard, he was plenty of an open book already. He was assured it was a familial thing, his sisters were equally as extroverted as he was. It wasn’t a misunderstanding that he hadn’t taken his leave, it was sheer stubbornness and the desire to crack whatever shield spell she had placed upon herself that had led him to ignore any social cues and stand his ground. “Are you doubting my sleight of hand?” He smirked. A wise choice, Chester was anything but subtle. Her playful tone and that sassy little hip bump brought a genuine smile to the former Gryffindor’s face. “Unfortunately I don’t have kitchen privileges or else I would’ve been helping myself before they even made it out here” He chuckled. *“I can’t tell you whether any of these are* cherry flavoured so you’re just gonna have to lucky-dip it.” Chester meanwhile was not so fussy and any would do. “Maybe I could’ve got a press lanyard or something though. Should’ve brought my camera and blended in, might’ve got extra privileges.”** He had purposefully chosen not to work for any publication in particular, he didn’t want his creativeness and composition to be restricted by a typecast or expectation. It often meant more work for himself to assimilate and build his portfolio but it was worth it. He did not have the important ‘connections’ that some people had. __________________