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noodles · 01-26-2010, 10:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

"Oh, no doubt." Miranda laughed. Seriously, chocolate was a persons best friend. Hehe. "What would you choose to take with you?" She took a sip. Hmmm, it was almost a personal question. What someone chose, she thought, could totally tell you who that person was...like. Sorta.

Muggle chocolate? "Uh...I don't think so." Miranda pusrsed her lips as she thought about it. "We can have a look see. Maybe they do have it now." Miranda had eaten Muggle candy...but somehow, she'd gotten way too attached to the Choco Frogs. And as Oliver sighed, Miranda cursed her stupidity as she remembered how he had...told her he didn't want to talk about it. Though...maybe it was just about the goat horn thing. She put on a worried face, seeing how uneasy he looked talking about it. So it was true. Durmstrang was still all 'Pure Blood mania' like. She managed to smile in time for his little jest. And the smirk was back. That was actually looking nicer than his sad pout he had before.

And then the attention was brought to her. "Oh, no... I grew up in the outskirts of London (?), my father didn't want to make my mother leave her muggle life...so we live there. Dad's happy with that though, he loves muggle things." She nodded and took another sip.

She was almost expecting him to joke about the Quidditch stuff, but he didn't and Miranda was happy that he was honest. Not because it made her happy he was really nervous, but...maybe he knew he could trust her? She was about to say something when the next thing he said made her eyebrows shoot up a little in surprise. He had watched the tryouts? Oh, she got this really weird feeling...like she wanted to hug him or something. Even though they had...fought...he still wanted to see her? Or no... not her, the tryouts, ofcourse. Right? WHAT!? He wasn't going?! All her cuddly feeling went out the window. "Heeey, why not?? You have to go!" She exclaimed. Argh, Miranda wanted to seeeeeeee him play! "You shouldn't be nervous, I'm sure you will do great Oliver." She reached out her hand and put it on his arm. Beaters arm fo sho. She smirked a little, trying to lighten the air. "Want me to give you some tips?" Her eyebrow raised at him. Not that he needed tips. He was probably way better than her on a broom.

"Mhm!" Miranda nodded matter-of-factly. She hadn't really let her mind register the fact then, when she was 'battling' it, but she'd been glad to see the beast. It had reminded her of Oliver... "But don't worry, we kicked it's butt-" Excuse you!? "Three- THREE ButterFliEs!?" She gaped. Those things were huge. Like... bigger than her hand. Actually three times her hand size. She sipped her butterbeer, thinking. Hang on. "How come there are two more?" Her eyes narrowed. Hehe.

Oliver laughed and then fell silent as he thought about the question. Hmmm... What would he take? He looked up to the side while he pondered this and then looked back at Miranda. “I would have said my broom but I think maybe I would miss music too much.. so my Ipod... and somewhere to charge it.” He smiled.

No muggle chocolate. Not good. There was fat chance of his dad sending him any. Maybe he could ask his oldest muggle wannabe brother. “Well chocolate frogs are pretty good too.” He nodded. “Hey.. I bet you have all the cards you eat so many.” Some of those cards had to be worth something. They were like real collecters items. Miranda could very possibly be sitting on a small gold mine and not know it.

He listened to her as she explained about her upbringing. So she lived with muggles? That was cool. Oliver wished he did still. “That's cool.” He nodded. “Your dad must be pretty cool.” Open-minded, tolerant – all the things his own dad wasn't. He drank a little more of his sugary butterbeer, unaware that his foot had begun tapping a rhythm under the table. Phew.. was it getting hot in here? He pulled off his hoody and hung in on the back of his seat. “My mum and me used to live in London. I even went to a muggle school before I went to live with my dad and went to Durmstrang. Is your dad, like, completely pureblood?” Was that too personal a question? Some wizarding folk were a bit tetchy on the subject of blood... even the most tolerant ones.

He looked at Miranda sheepishly and was relieved that she didn't laugh in his face when he admitted he was petrified. He shrugged. “I dunno. Cold feet I guess.” Or.. because he was a yellow bellied chicken. Urgh. This was a first for Oliver and he didn't like it... not one little bit. “I'll go.” He said looking back at his drink. “But I'm giving the first one a miss.” The beginnings of a pout started on his face so he picked up his drink and took a few gulps almost finishing it, before it formed completely. “Your faith in me is appreciated, Miranda. But I'm not sure it's just.” He looked at her and smiled at her offer of help. The badger way, eh? “No. I'm fine. Thanks.” He moved his arm and gave her hand a quick squeeze as if to say thanks before he quickly withdrew.

He grinned at her. “It... attacked you?” Woah.. that image was too funny not to let out a warm laugh. “Y-you didn't kill it, did you?” He asked her warily. Those beasts were freaky and hella creepy but they didn't deserve to be splattered with a Beaters Bat. Urgh. “I was practising the spell like Pilliwinkle said, and managed to conjure two more. I can't even get a bloody simple right.”

01-26-2010, 10:05 PM	#58 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	<3 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd "Oh, no doubt." Miranda laughed. Seriously, chocolate was a persons best friend. Hehe. "What would you choose to take with you?" She took a sip. Hmmm, it was almost a personal question. What someone chose, she thought, could totally tell you who that person was...like. Sorta. Muggle chocolate? "Uh...I don't think so." Miranda pusrsed her lips as she thought about it. "We can have a look see. Maybe they do have it now." Miranda had eaten Muggle candy...but somehow, she'd gotten way too attached to the Choco Frogs. And as Oliver sighed, Miranda cursed her stupidity as she remembered how he had...told her he didn't want to talk about it. Though...maybe it was just about the goat horn thing. She put on a worried face, seeing how uneasy he looked talking about it. So it was true. Durmstrang was still all 'Pure Blood mania' like. She managed to smile in time for his little jest. And the smirk was back. That was actually looking nicer than his sad pout he had before. And then the attention was brought to her. "Oh, no... I grew up in the outskirts of London (?), my father didn't want to make my mother leave her muggle life...so we live there. Dad's happy with that though, he loves muggle things." She nodded and took another sip. She was almost expecting him to joke about the Quidditch stuff, but he didn't and Miranda was happy that he was honest. Not because it made her happy he was really nervous, but...maybe he knew he could trust her? She was about to say something when the next thing he said made her eyebrows shoot up a little in surprise. He had watched the tryouts? Oh, she got this really weird feeling...like she wanted to hug him or something. Even though they had...fought...he still wanted to see her? Or no... not her, the tryouts, ofcourse. Right? WHAT!? He wasn't going?! All her cuddly feeling went out the window. "Heeey, why not?? You have to go!" She exclaimed. Argh, Miranda wanted to seeeeeeee him play! "You shouldn't be nervous, I'm sure you will do great Oliver." She reached out her hand and put it on his arm. Beaters arm fo sho. She smirked a little, trying to lighten the air. "Want me to give you some tips?" Her eyebrow raised at him. Not that he needed tips. He was probably way better than her on a broom. "Mhm!" Miranda nodded matter-of-factly. She hadn't really let her mind register the fact then, when she was 'battling' it, but she'd been glad to see the beast. It had reminded her of Oliver... "But don't worry, we kicked it's butt-" Excuse you!? "Three- THREE ButterFliEs!?" She gaped. Those things were huge. Like... bigger than her hand. Actually three times her hand size. She sipped her butterbeer, thinking. Hang on. "How come there are two more?" Her eyes narrowed. Hehe. Oliver laughed and then fell silent as he thought about the question. Hmmm... What would he take? He looked up to the side while he pondered this and then looked back at Miranda. “I would have said my broom but I think maybe I would miss music too much.. so my Ipod... and somewhere to charge it.” He smiled. No muggle chocolate. Not good. There was fat chance of his dad sending him any. Maybe he could ask his oldest muggle wannabe brother. “Well chocolate frogs are pretty good too.” He nodded. “Hey.. I bet you have all the cards you eat so many.” Some of those cards had to be worth something. They were like real collecters items. Miranda could very possibly be sitting on a small gold mine and not know it. He listened to her as she explained about her upbringing. So she lived with muggles? That was cool. Oliver wished he did still. “That's cool.” He nodded. “Your dad must be pretty cool.” Open-minded, tolerant – all the things his own dad wasn't. He drank a little more of his sugary butterbeer, unaware that his foot had begun tapping a rhythm under the table. Phew.. was it getting hot in here? He pulled off his hoody and hung in on the back of his seat. “My mum and me used to live in London. I even went to a muggle school before I went to live with my dad and went to Durmstrang. Is your dad, like, completely pureblood?” Was that too personal a question? Some wizarding folk were a bit tetchy on the subject of blood... even the most tolerant ones. He looked at Miranda sheepishly and was relieved that she didn't laugh in his face when he admitted he was petrified. He shrugged. “I dunno. Cold feet I guess.” Or.. because he was a yellow bellied chicken. Urgh. This was a first for Oliver and he didn't like it... not one little bit. “I'll go.” He said looking back at his drink. “But I'm giving the first one a miss.” The beginnings of a pout started on his face so he picked up his drink and took a few gulps almost finishing it, before it formed completely. “Your faith in me is appreciated, Miranda. But I'm not sure it's just.” He looked at her and smiled at her offer of help. The badger way, eh? “No. I'm fine. Thanks.” He moved his arm and gave her hand a quick squeeze as if to say thanks before he quickly withdrew. He grinned at her. “It... attacked you?” Woah.. that image was too funny not to let out a warm laugh. “Y-you didn't kill it, did you?” He asked her warily. Those beasts were freaky and hella creepy but they didn't deserve to be splattered with a Beaters Bat. Urgh. “I was practising the spell like Pilliwinkle said, and managed to conjure two more. I can't even get a bloody simple right.” __________________