Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Chaucer took a step back from his veritable verbal leap at the girl. Ah, so indeed I have been too paranoid. Haha! Of course, who would doubt me? My breeding must clearly show through the uniform! His modestly was receiving a painful lesson from his pride the more and more he spoke to others. It was the first time he had to start from scratch, and he was quite proud of his progress. The grin that enveloped his face was childish and not something he would have kept on had a mirror been present, that was certain. Chaucer found nothing charming in acting juvenile, where a man was concerned.
"The clay must be there first, that is true, I say very true. Or is it? I've never been very good at philosophy because I can't make up my mind you see. Conflict, ah, a Gemini and all."

Chaucer brought his conversation to a halt as he noticed someone familiar fall into view.



Art! That's right, he did say he was in Slytherin - what an irresponsible thing to forget! Had he met him at a party, true as toasted toads there would have been consquences for forgetting such important contact information. Must remember as many things as I can about the others here, lest I seem addled or absent minded.
Chaucer gave a quick nod of his head with a comely grin; yes, this is how to do it correctly, old boy. "It seems like absolute MONTHS since I've last seen you! How was your train ride? Ah, I got into a mild scuffle with some foam but that didn't last... nothing ever does. All play is transient!" It was a little theatrical, but Chaucer always enjoyed his way of speaking and its affect on others.