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TheDarkLady · 01-10-2010, 05:07 AM

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Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

"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.

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.

"I completely understand your wanting to be with your cousin. I wouldn't know what to do if I were separated from my brother, though he probably would have loved it. But then what good is a team if they are the same? Sure a pair of shoes is useful, but not altogether wonderful. Easily forgotten except on the rare occasion. But all of the great duos of the past have been two very different people. Think of it as a chance to grow as individuals to make your pair better." Severia often pretended she was a famous motivational speaker. "The sorting hat had an awfully hard time with me as well. In the end, I believe it was only my heritage that finally landed me in Slytherin."

01-10-2010, 05:07 AM	#335 (permalink)
TheDarkLady Streeler Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: The Magical World Posts: 244 Hogwarts RPG Name: Severia Merope Gaunt First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom "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. 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. "I completely understand your wanting to be with your cousin. I wouldn't know what to do if I were separated from my brother, though he probably would have loved it. But then what good is a team if they are the same? Sure a pair of shoes is useful, but not altogether wonderful. Easily forgotten except on the rare occasion. But all of the great duos of the past have been two very different people. Think of it as a chance to grow as individuals to make your pair better." Severia often pretended she was a famous motivational speaker. "The sorting hat had an awfully hard time with me as well. In the end, I believe it was only my heritage that finally landed me in Slytherin."