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Celesia · 01-26-2009, 10:01 PM

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Originally Posted by Aomidori

Tristan Howell Ernest De Ath (the First) glanced up from his cloud of gloom at the newcomer, quirking a thin, dark eyebrow to the ignorant question posed unmannerly before him: how could anyone possibly not know who he was? The portrait would have spat, but that would have been righteously philistine. The indulgent him was a gentleman, after all. He settled for a smug look instead, looking down his elegant nose at Emil.

“Pardon me, good sir,” he said condescendingly, “I prefer not to chat with the ignorant race.”

Matilda, standing beside Emil, snorted.

"I Can't believe you'd refer to your self in such an awful way, you shouldn't be so hard on your self for being no more than a mere painting. I'll have to fetch someone useful to find a way to put a smile on your face, that way you can feel better about your self instead of feeling as if your the 'ignorant race' My mother always said paintings are people to, or at least were." Emil nattered on as fast as his voice would go; sticking in as many intsults as he could, then turned on his heels he walked off, no doubt not returning. "I can't believe something so stuck up could ever become a painting. They really are stupid, aren't they?" Emil thought to himself while he walked quickly away from the portait.

01-26-2009, 10:01 PM	#6 (permalink)
Celesia Horklump Join Date: Jan 2009 Posts: 37 Hogwarts RPG Name: Emil Gareth De Ath First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Aomidori Tristan Howell Ernest De Ath (the First) glanced up from his cloud of gloom at the newcomer, quirking a thin, dark eyebrow to the ignorant question posed unmannerly before him: how could anyone possibly not know who he was? The portrait would have spat, but that would have been righteously philistine. The indulgent him was a gentleman, after all. He settled for a smug look instead, looking down his elegant nose at Emil. “Pardon me, good sir,” he said condescendingly, “I prefer not to chat with the ignorant race.” Matilda, standing beside Emil, snorted. "I Can't believe you'd refer to your self in such an awful way, you shouldn't be so hard on your self for being no more than a mere painting. I'll have to fetch someone useful to find a way to put a smile on your face, that way you can feel better about your self instead of feeling as if your the 'ignorant race' My mother always said paintings are people to, or at least were." Emil nattered on as fast as his voice would go; sticking in as many intsults as he could, then turned on his heels he walked off, no doubt not returning. "I can't believe something so stuck up could ever become a painting. They really are stupid, aren't they?" Emil thought to himself while he walked quickly away from the portait.