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Luna Laufghudd · 01-26-2010, 11:34 PM

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Originally Posted by noodles

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.”

She curiously watched Oliver as she took another sip of the butterbeer. For a place that looked so dirty, the drink was quite refreshing and it tasted new. And hopefully it was. Ah, music. But... She frowned. "What's an...Eye Po...ut?" Eh? Was it a muggle thing? It better not be magical or else Miranda would panic about not actually paying attention to that sort of stuff.

Pffft, ofcourse they are. Miranda nodded aswell. The cards? "Oh, yeah... I kind of do..." Heh! "But I don't really pay much attention to them...it's the chocolate I'm after. Hehe." She shrugged and smiled mischeviously. "Do you collect them? You can have the one's I've got." Miranda said nonchalantly. The cards were collected inside a little shoe box currently in her trunk.

Miranda pursed her lips thoughtfully and shrugged. "I dunno...I guess he is... I mean he's my dad. Nothing special." It's no big deal, it was just her dad. She glanced at him as he took off his hoodie. Miranda was sort of chilly, the Hog's Head wasn't exactly a warm place. Hmmm.
So Oliver lived in London. That must've been really cool. Miranda and her family only went there a few times... like holyday-ing. Hehe. But...he didn't live with his mother then? The way he told made her get the idea that the boy now only lived with his father. She chewed the inside of her cheek. "Oh, that's cool. Must've been nice living in the capital. There are so many awesome things there... I'd like to live there one day..."

Pureblood... "Yes...or atleast I think he is." She smiled softly. "How about yours? Or was it your mother who was pureblooded?" Ack! She couldn't remember... Bad, Miranda!

Cold feet. Yes, Miranda knew that feeling quite well. "Ah..." She nodded and raised her bottle to drink some more. She'd been having cold feet ever since her Captains badge arrived. "Good!" She smiled broader as he answered that he would be going, but it surprised her when he said he would skip it. She totally understood, but she would've hoped Oliver would've gone anyways. "Why?" she asked, looking at him seriously.
And what is up with the 'I'm not worthy' act he got now? Now she was confused. "Why do you say that?" Did he think he wasn't worth it or something?

She held her bottle with both her hands now, and pursed her lips amused at the butterfly talk. "Yesss..." Well it came right at her... That was a sort of attack, right? OR maybe it just wanted to cuddle? Uh oh. Kill it!? Miranda made a grimace of disbelief. "No! Ofcourse not. I just...squirted some water at it." And it totally worked. Unless it just made the thing even more madder and it was like...rounding up its troops now for another attack wave. Ah, Pilliwickle! "Sheesh, you're going for the maximum points, aren't you?" she chuckled. But gosh, this boy had a pretty low confidence... What, really? No, that can't be. He always seemed so...over confident. Heh.

01-26-2010, 11:34 PM	#67 (permalink)
Luna Laufghudd Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2008 Posts: 6,692 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maya 'Fiera' Saylen Graduated x5	*glomps* ♪ Golden Badger ♥ clawdia & taylour ♥ Huffie Cappytain ♫ Quote: Originally Posted by noodles 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.” She curiously watched Oliver as she took another sip of the butterbeer. For a place that looked so dirty, the drink was quite refreshing and it tasted new. And hopefully it was. Ah, music. But... She frowned. "What's an...Eye Po...ut?" Eh? Was it a muggle thing? It better not be magical or else Miranda would panic about not actually paying attention to that sort of stuff. Pffft, ofcourse they are. Miranda nodded aswell. The cards? "Oh, yeah... I kind of do..." Heh! "But I don't really pay much attention to them...it's the chocolate I'm after. Hehe." She shrugged and smiled mischeviously. "Do you collect them? You can have the one's I've got." Miranda said nonchalantly. The cards were collected inside a little shoe box currently in her trunk. Miranda pursed her lips thoughtfully and shrugged. "I dunno...I guess he is... I mean he's my dad. Nothing special." It's no big deal, it was just her dad. She glanced at him as he took off his hoodie. Miranda was sort of chilly, the Hog's Head wasn't exactly a warm place. Hmmm. So Oliver lived in London. That must've been really cool. Miranda and her family only went there a few times... like holyday-ing. Hehe. But...he didn't live with his mother then? The way he told made her get the idea that the boy now only lived with his father. She chewed the inside of her cheek. "Oh, that's cool. Must've been nice living in the capital. There are so many awesome things there... I'd like to live there one day..." Pureblood... "Yes...or atleast I think he is." She smiled softly. "How about yours? Or was it your mother who was pureblooded?" Ack! She couldn't remember... Bad, Miranda! Cold feet. Yes, Miranda knew that feeling quite well. "Ah..." She nodded and raised her bottle to drink some more. She'd been having cold feet ever since her Captains badge arrived. "Good!" She smiled broader as he answered that he would be going, but it surprised her when he said he would skip it. She totally understood, but she would've hoped Oliver would've gone anyways. "Why?" she asked, looking at him seriously. And what is up with the 'I'm not worthy' act he got now? Now she was confused. "Why do you say that?" Did he think he wasn't worth it or something? She held her bottle with both her hands now, and pursed her lips amused at the butterfly talk. "Yesss..." Well it came right at her... That was a sort of attack, right? OR maybe it just wanted to cuddle? Uh oh. Kill it!? Miranda made a grimace of disbelief. "No! Ofcourse not. I just...squirted some water at it." And it totally worked. Unless it just made the thing even more madder and it was like...rounding up its troops now for another attack wave. Ah, Pilliwickle! "Sheesh, you're going for the maximum points, aren't you?" she chuckled. But gosh, this boy had a pretty low confidence... What, really? No, that can't be. He always seemed so...over confident. Heh.