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Vinegar Tom · 01-10-2010, 04:38 AM

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Originally Posted by TheDarkLady

"But the cunning of a Slytherin is just as important as the knowledge of a Ravenclaw. What good does knowledge do if it is not put to good use? Making Slytherin is nothing to frown upon." Severia said with a smile. She couldn't understand why so many of her new housemates would have rather been in any other house.

"It's a little more than that I'm sure you'd be happy to know, and that's why I'll tell you. I was, which will come as a shock I realize, deeply nervous about being seperated from my cousin. We have been like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern only intelligent and so I feel like a limb has been removed now that he's been conscripted elsewhere." Chaucer craned his neck to see if he could spot Kellen anywhere, but it was a futile effort. There were simply far too many students. Actually, there were far to many female students if their hair was any indication. "We both were fairly certain of our admittance into Slytherin and I in particular was quite excited. It's only a little stumble on the path to great glory, yes?" He decided a little ego boost was in order to keep indulging in self-pity.

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Originally Posted by Egyptian_Blue

While some of the words went in one ear and out the other, most of what this boy said was registering with Tobias.

SMAD-YuG? Tobias laughed allowed at the ridiculous idea. "The way you describe it, it may as well have been a tavern," Tobias commented.

Wait...he liked Herbology? Really? "I love Herbology!" exclaimed Tobias excitedly. Maybe he would know how to work with the Abyssinian shrivelfig, assuming this...Smad Yug place had a similar curriculum? That was one plant Tobias knew little about; they worked with it this year. "I know very little about Muggles," Tobias mentioned, sounding a little sad, "so I'm looking forward to Muggle studies this year." He thought back to his childhood, full of neighbors playing Quidditch on cheap brooms and his mother's magical concoctions.He carefully shifted his setting closer to where the boy and his group of new friends were discussing things. "I may as well be a ghost, if you're going to call me 'boy'," he pointed out, a hint of ice in his voice. "My name's Tobias Rivers." Deliberately, he neglected to request the older boy's name.
"What am I good at?" Tobias said, completely friendly now, his moment of annoyance passed. After pondering a minute, he continued. "I'm rather good at gardening magical plants and brewing potions." Tobias, that’s boring. He said “be impressive”, Tobias scolded himself. “I have one requirement every year,” he continued. “My Aunt Mabel asks me to grow blue roses around my garden each season.”

He loves herbology? Chaucer craned his neck to hear better and was rewarded with "gardening magical plants" and a grand finale of "blue roses". No... surely I have not found the chosen one amongst mortals! Well maybe that's an exaggeration, but BLUE ROSES? The idea of possessing a green thumb with such an ability astounded him. Those were the flowers he coveted more than any other, though he always made-do with blue hydrangea. Pondering the implications of being acquainted with someone who literally owned a gardenful of blue roses caused Chaucer to lean ever forward.
"Really? Not violet, but blue? You plant them? And you love herbology? My mother is the one who wrote the third-year textbooks: 'Puffapods - the Serious Traits Behind the Silly Name'" His voice became a slightly higher pitch and his language steadily appeared more boyish.
"You know I want to do some studies on how muggles interpret 'magical plants' and compare them to wizard classifications. Is there truth behind the origins of a mandrake root, or or or are things like Asphodel really connected with the dead? This and that, you know!" It was after this Chaucer realized that his left hand had been soaking in gravy during the whole conversation. Oh dear He thought glumly.

01-10-2010, 04:38 AM	#326 (permalink)
Vinegar Tom Gnome Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: 121 Stalkme Crescent Posts: 265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Chaucer Ipswich Sixth Year	Your Favourite Beta Male.} \|Saucy Chaucy Quote: Originally Posted by TheDarkLady "But the cunning of a Slytherin is just as important as the knowledge of a Ravenclaw. What good does knowledge do if it is not put to good use? Making Slytherin is nothing to frown upon." Severia said with a smile. She couldn't understand why so many of her new housemates would have rather been in any other house. "It's a little more than that I'm sure you'd be happy to know, and that's why I'll tell you. I was, which will come as a shock I realize, deeply nervous about being seperated from my cousin. We have been like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern only intelligent and so I feel like a limb has been removed now that he's been conscripted elsewhere." Chaucer craned his neck to see if he could spot Kellen anywhere, but it was a futile effort. There were simply far too many students. Actually, there were far to many female students if their hair was any indication. "We both were fairly certain of our admittance into Slytherin and I in particular was quite excited. It's only a little stumble on the path to great glory, yes?" He decided a little ego boost was in order to keep indulging in self-pity. Quote: Originally Posted by Egyptian_Blue While some of the words went in one ear and out the other, most of what this boy said was registering with Tobias. SMAD-YuG? Tobias laughed allowed at the ridiculous idea. "The way you describe it, it may as well have been a tavern," Tobias commented. Wait...he liked Herbology? Really? "I love Herbology!" exclaimed Tobias excitedly. Maybe he would know how to work with the Abyssinian shrivelfig, assuming this...Smad Yug place had a similar curriculum? That was one plant Tobias knew little about; they worked with it this year. "I know very little about Muggles," Tobias mentioned, sounding a little sad, "so I'm looking forward to Muggle studies this year." He thought back to his childhood, full of neighbors playing Quidditch on cheap brooms and his mother's magical concoctions.He carefully shifted his setting closer to where the boy and his group of new friends were discussing things. "I may as well be a ghost, if you're going to call me 'boy'," he pointed out, a hint of ice in his voice. "My name's Tobias Rivers." Deliberately, he neglected to request the older boy's name. "What am I good at?" Tobias said, completely friendly now, his moment of annoyance passed. After pondering a minute, he continued. "I'm rather good at gardening magical plants and brewing potions." Tobias, that’s boring. He said “be impressive”, Tobias scolded himself. “I have one requirement every year,” he continued. “My Aunt Mabel asks me to grow blue roses around my garden each season.” He loves herbology? Chaucer craned his neck to hear better and was rewarded with "gardening magical plants" and a grand finale of "blue roses". No... surely I have not found the chosen one amongst mortals! Well maybe that's an exaggeration, but BLUE ROSES? The idea of possessing a green thumb with such an ability astounded him. Those were the flowers he coveted more than any other, though he always made-do with blue hydrangea. Pondering the implications of being acquainted with someone who literally owned a gardenful of blue roses caused Chaucer to lean ever forward. *"Really? Not violet, but blue? You plant them? And you love* herbology? My mother is the one who wrote the third-year textbooks: 'Puffapods - the Serious Traits Behind the Silly Name'"** His voice became a slightly higher pitch and his language steadily appeared more boyish. "You know I want to do some studies on how muggles interpret 'magical plants' and compare them to wizard classifications. Is there truth behind the origins of a mandrake root, or or or are things like Asphodel really connected with the dead? This and that, you know!" It was after this Chaucer realized that his left hand had been soaking in gravy during the whole conversation. Oh dear He thought glumly.