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Samson put a hand to his chin and started stroking lightly.
"Hmm, I like the way you think, candy girl," he said, grinning at her. Come to think of it, he and Gavin had such talent, not only with Sherlock and Watson, but with a eckload of other impersonations and stuff. They could really make a fortune out of their talent, considering that pranks were a part of their every day routine.
Then the girl offered him candy and his smile faltered slightly. He eyed the bag cautiously, and grimaced. "Eh. No thanks, candy girl. Sugar makes me high, and I don't like myself when I'm high," he relayed, wrinkling his nose slightly at the horrifying thought.
At the girl's last question, a corner of Sam's lip upturned once more, if only slightly. He stepped one big step in front of her, and grinned exaggeratedly wide. "I'VE GOT A TON," he started in a loud voice, "of people in here," he continued in a whisper as he pointed to himself. "I've got Americans, Brits, Russians, Chinese, Japanese, and whatever foreignese you can think of," he then spoke in a quick manner, effectively incorporating the proper accent as he spoke the country. "And if thou shalt be willing to see them," - he knelt down in front of her in a Romeo-ish way, then jumped to his feet. "I'd be more than happy t', lil' lady." And he finished in a rodeo-ish accent, tipping forward a pretend hat.
No joke, doing these things were exhausting! Perhaps he should get paid.
Samson was not surprised that the guy was immediately forgetful. Oh well. It wasn't like he couldn't renew the image.
He stepped in front of the guy, gripped him by the shoulders, and looked at him with wide, frantic eyes. "Johnny? Johnny?! Why don't you remember me, Johnny?! Oh geez, what've they done to you? Oh no. Oh no! We were too late, weren't we? Weren't we, Johnny?! They took your brains out!"
One of his favorites, surely, was the calling other people random names and introducing himself as someone else.
"I like the way I think too." Celandine agreed, seriously, blinking a bit at his grin and returning it after a moment or two.
"Ohh me too!" Celandine agreed, "Sugar makes me do...well...anything really! These are sugar free though!" Celandine was particularly glad of that fact since she'd eaten half a bag in only a few minutes.
Cela blinked as Watsonboy spoke as if he'd used the sonorous charm, but he hadn't had he? Her eyes watched him and quirked wider at each change of accent and she stepped backward, ending up half seated on the arm of a chair. Her head dropped down then up like she was watching a vertical tennis match as he dropped to his knees then stood up again. He was almost as tall as her
brother! She attempted to stand up again but put a little too much pressure on the glisseo'd part of her shoes, immediately slipping backward into the chair with her legs hanging over the arm and her feet kicking up crazily.
From her new position Cela erupted into a fit of giggles, "Oh yeah! I want to see all of them! Any time you care to share!" She distracted herself staring up at the ceiling; woooo she could totally see a swirly patterny bit that looked like a pirate if she squinted just right.
She turned her head suddenly and stared as Watsonboy started shaking the dueling dude and calling him Johnny. He totally didn't look like a Johnny!
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Antwone Thomas "Name's Antwone Thomas, nice to meet you Cela," Antwone shook her had as he placed the candy into his mouth. He sucked on it cautiously, soon discovering that the taste wasn't as bad as he thought. In fact, it was rather pleasant.
After his introduction the crazed boy jumped in front of him, addressing Antwone by a name that was not his.
"How hard has this guy hit the butterbeer?" he thumbed his way towards fourth year Ravenclaw, giving Cela a wide grin, the three scars across his face raising up with his cheeks. "Listen mate, I've never seen you before. Blimey."
And he wasn't!
Cela flipped herself over and did a little roll off of the chair, landing on her feet and only sliding a tiny bit before getting the grippy part working and straightening up to her full height of a smidge over 5 foot.
Her eyes widened in delight as he actually enjoyed the candy! That never happened! She darted forward and randomly gave Antwone a hug before darting back and grinning around at all the people.
"If you want more just let me know; they are a little addictive." Cela beamed at Antwone, she noted his scars but instead of drawing attention to them she briefly pulled her sleeve back so the shiny silver scar on her hand from fingertip to wrist was visible for a second before she let her sleeve drop.
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hermygirl Nia smiled at Cela. "Heya," she replied with a smile, though distracted by Watson. It appeared he did other impressions too. She grinned. He was good, and now he didn't seem quite so pointed with her, she could enjoy them more.
The last one though, to the new boy into the room, was a bit scary. She frowned. "That's what butterbeer does to you?" she asked wearily. It'd never done that to her in the past.
"Nope but firewhiskey does." Celandine informed Nia, "to boys anyways." she was pretty sure that when she was old enough for such things she's not be so effected.