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Egyptian_Blue · 01-11-2010, 01:41 AM

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Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Chaucer remembered his days in the Academy for Extremely Handsome Gen.. wait... well the academy anyway, and how when his father took a tragic turn the other students immediately sprung into action. His father had owned a publishing company, but due to extreme melancholia (which Chaucer refused to call 'depression' as that implied a permanent state of unhappiness) Nathan sold it off to a family friend. Currently he conducted a private business from home involving the circulation of rare books that allowed him to spend literal days confined in his library. Chaucer always found him a sad and romantic figure, like Lord Groan of 'Gormenghast', and allowed him his privacy. Unfortunately some of the other riff-raff didn't have this same sense of admiration.

"Well, it's true I can proudly say. I am in Slytherin after all and what use is ambition when one has a company handed to them? That's right, it would be moot, redundant and ridiculous wouldn't it? You know it would!" No one here had a right to criticize him for such a 'flaw' anyway.

”Ambition can be used for many things besides making a living,” Tobias pointed out. “It could be used towards excelling in a hobby or interest that might not provide money.” He took a gulp from his goblet. “But it’s good for careers, too.”

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Originally Posted by TheDarkLady

"I, for one, can not find a way to respect a man that just has riches and a business handed to him, unless he finds a way to improve it greatly. It's much more impressive for a man to come from rags to riches, so to speak." Severia said before putting a small bite of mashed potatoes in her mouth. She hated to eat in the company of men, it somehow seemed unladylike. But she couldn't help it, she was starving!

”I think you’ll find most of the Purebloods in this school live as riches-to-riches sort of people,” Tobias commented, ignoring the fact that he was being both stereotypical and a walking contradiction. “Rags-to-riches may be impressive, but it’s much less common.” Tobias knew that, and had respected that fact of life since he was old enough to understand money. For his own future, he knew exactly what he had in mind, and it was entirely attainable – he would make sure of that.

“You know…you bite the food. Food doesn’t bite you.” Severia, Tobias observed, was eating like a bird afraid of a worm.

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Originally Posted by Yoshi

"Right, Severia. We'll see how you feel about that when you get your hands on your inheritance from your father." Avada said with a smirk

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Originally Posted by TheDarkLady

"Notice that I said men. I am, as I sure it is easily noticed, a young lady. And I have plans to better my father's estate as soon as he croaks."

Tobias clutched his fork in anger, holding his right arm down with his left so the utensil wouldn’t end up in the table. Severia had come across as young and naïve before, but this was just too much.
“How dare you,” Tobias said slowly, coldly, and angrily, “talk about your father as if he were merely a frog? Some of us don’t have any fathers to call animals, let alone inherit things from.” He was right to be wary of first years, he realized. Most of them were just so thoughtless.

“Not only do you insult his living memory, you insult his future death,” Tobias concluded, voice emotionless and icy. See if she could determine exactly what he meant by that. The evidence was in her words.

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Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Chaucer agreed, but couldn't help feeling a little inadequate nontheless. He knew his parents would never have to taste the crushing defeat that an upper-middle class lifestyle was sure to provide, but his sister and himself might not be so lucky. It was for this reason alone that his research demanded success.

"Well, struggle breeds character I think. Sometimes when one gets to the top he becomes twice as bitter and abuses his rank, however well-earned." Noting Severia's small bites, he straightened his back and lifted a small portion of Yorkshire pudding to his mouth. His eyes became a little glazed over, almost bored with his own statement that followed: "I wonder how I shall take retribution on those wicked postulants from the academy?" He made a sigh, bereft of all the theatrics that would normally have accompanied it, and went to drink from his goblet.
"Wealth is tedious." He muttered, not hearing the debate between the siblings.

“Don’t you turn into a bird, too,” Tobias said sharply to Chaucer. “There’s no need to copy first years unless they’re doing something impressive.”

01-11-2010, 01:41 AM	#548 (permalink)
Egyptian_Blue Chizpurfle Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 10,113 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sinead Murphy First Year x1	Last post for tonight, I think... Feathery Thingywhatsit \| BookSnake Quote: Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom Chaucer remembered his days in the Academy for Extremely Handsome Gen.. wait... well the academy anyway, and how when his father took a tragic turn the other students immediately sprung into action. His father had owned a publishing company, but due to extreme melancholia (which Chaucer refused to call 'depression' as that implied a permanent state of unhappiness) Nathan sold it off to a family friend. Currently he conducted a private business from home involving the circulation of rare books that allowed him to spend literal days confined in his library. Chaucer always found him a sad and romantic figure, like Lord Groan of 'Gormenghast', and allowed him his privacy. Unfortunately some of the other riff-raff didn't have this same sense of admiration. "Well, it's true I can proudly say. I am in Slytherin after all and what use is ambition when one has a company handed to them? That's right, it would be moot, redundant and ridiculous wouldn't it? You know it would!" No one here had a right to criticize him for such a 'flaw' anyway. ”Ambition can be used for many things besides making a living,” Tobias pointed out. “It could be used towards excelling in a hobby or interest that might not provide money.” He took a gulp from his goblet. “But it’s good for careers, too.” Quote: Originally Posted by TheDarkLady "I, for one, can not find a way to respect a man that just has riches and a business handed to him, unless he finds a way to improve it greatly. It's much more impressive for a man to come from rags to riches, so to speak." Severia said before putting a small bite of mashed potatoes in her mouth. She hated to eat in the company of men, it somehow seemed unladylike. But she couldn't help it, she was starving! ”I think you’ll find most of the Purebloods in this school live as riches-to-riches sort of people,” Tobias commented, ignoring the fact that he was being both stereotypical and a walking contradiction. “Rags-to-riches may be impressive, but it’s much less common.” Tobias knew that, and had respected that fact of life since he was old enough to understand money. For his own future, he knew exactly what he had in mind, and it was entirely attainable – he would make sure of that. “You know…you bite the food. Food doesn’t bite you.” Severia, Tobias observed, was eating like a bird afraid of a worm. Quote: Originally Posted by Yoshi "Right, Severia. We'll see how you feel about that when you get your hands on your inheritance from your father." Avada said with a smirk Quote: Originally Posted by TheDarkLady "Notice that I said men. I am, as I sure it is easily noticed, a young lady. And I have plans to better my father's estate as soon as he croaks." Tobias clutched his fork in anger, holding his right arm down with his left so the utensil wouldn’t end up in the table. Severia had come across as young and naïve before, but this was just too much. “How dare you,” Tobias said slowly, coldly, and angrily, “talk about your father as if he were merely a frog? Some of us don’t have any fathers to call animals, let alone inherit things from.” He was right to be wary of first years, he realized. Most of them were just so thoughtless. “Not only do you insult his living memory, you insult his future death,” Tobias concluded, voice emotionless and icy. See if she could determine exactly what he meant by that. The evidence was in her words. Quote: Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom Chaucer agreed, but couldn't help feeling a little inadequate nontheless. He knew his parents would never have to taste the crushing defeat that an upper-middle class lifestyle was sure to provide, but his sister and himself might not be so lucky. It was for this reason alone that his research demanded success. "Well, struggle breeds character I think. Sometimes when one gets to the top he becomes twice as bitter and abuses his rank, however well-earned." Noting Severia's small bites, he straightened his back and lifted a small portion of Yorkshire pudding to his mouth. His eyes became a little glazed over, almost bored with his own statement that followed: "I wonder how I shall take retribution on those wicked postulants from the academy?" He made a sigh, bereft of all the theatrics that would normally have accompanied it, and went to drink from his goblet. "Wealth is tedious." He muttered, not hearing the debate between the siblings. “Don’t you turn into a bird, too,” Tobias said sharply to Chaucer. “There’s no need to copy first years unless they’re doing something impressive.”