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noodles · 01-27-2010, 01:31 AM

SPOILER!!: Claudia! *glomps*

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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

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.

Oliver laughed. “An Eye Po..ut..” Ahem. “..I mean, an Ipod is a small device that plays music. You listen to it on headphones. Here...” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty old mp3 player and passed it to Miranda. “That is an Ipod. Shame it doesn't work in this world. Too much electricity in the air I think.” From all that magic.. or something.

His eyes went wide at the thought of that stash of chocolate frog cards. And she was offering to give it to him!? Did Miranda not know what she had there? It had to be worth at least a muggle grand if she had a good collection. He nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. I collect them.” He lied. More lies.. Oh Merlin. “Er.. if you don't want them then yeah. Thanks, Miranda.” Should he tell her? She probably already knew.. but why would she be giving them away in that case? Oliver shook his head, silencing the invisible angel and devil on his shoulders having their annoying little debate. “That's really generous of you. Thanks” He raised his bottle as if in a toast, clinked it with Miranda's, and took a gulp.

...What a git he could be sometimes.

Oliver wasn't used to sitting still for so long and the sugar in the drink wasn't helping his mild ADHD. He tugged at the front of his t-shirt, then forced himself to focus on Miranda but the foot tapping became heavier. She seemed a little dismissive of her father – that was odd. Daughters and their dad's were usually close especially if you were the only girl. Then her question came and the subconscious foot tapping ceased. “My mum's a half-blood.” He explained. “It's my dad who's the pureblood.” Insanely pureblood. He sighed and studied his bottle of butterbeer. Why was family so damn complicated?

He grimaced a bit at her blunt 'why'.. see this was why it was easier to make a joke of everything. People didn't ask such questions when you were acting like an idiot. “I just don't feel up to it.” He opted for the easy reply. “My arm's been acting up and I can't... you know, bat.” Urgh. How he hated himself right now. He shook his head at her next question to indicate that was the end of it. He had no reasons other than he was a coward.. and afraid of failure. She would probably laugh at him. He locked eyes with her. “The team will just have to wait until I'm ready to join them.” He gave her a cocky response complete with smirk. Guh.

He was more than relieved for the change of subject and the topic of the monster butterflies was light-hearted and funny. “Could have practised what old Professor Duskurk showed us last lesson.” He winked to let her know that this was indeed a joke... just in case she didn't get that. “Did it actually fly onto the pitch and disturb play?” He asked wide eyed. Oh ho ho. “Perhaps I could train all three of them to invade the pitch and bother the opposition when Slytherin are playing.” he laughed. “Fly my pretties.. FLY!!” He cackled evilly before it morphed into a highly amused infectious laugh. “Maximum points?” He asked bewildered. “Pilliwinkle might have lost a few of her marbles but I don't think the point of the exercise was to create monster butterflies.” He pointed out with a grin.

01-27-2010, 01:31 AM	#70 (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	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! SPOILER!!: Claudia! glomps Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd 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. Oliver laughed. “An Eye Po..ut..” Ahem. “..I mean, an Ipod is a small device that plays music. You listen to it on headphones. Here...” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty old mp3 player and passed it to Miranda. “That is an Ipod. Shame it doesn't work in this world. Too much electricity in the air I think.” From all that magic.. or something. His eyes went wide at the thought of that stash of chocolate frog cards. And she was offering to give it to him!? Did Miranda not know what she had there? It had to be worth at least a muggle grand if she had a good collection. He nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. I collect them.” He lied. More lies.. Oh Merlin. “Er.. if you don't want them then yeah. Thanks, Miranda.” Should he tell her? She probably already knew.. but why would she be giving them away in that case? Oliver shook his head, silencing the invisible angel and devil on his shoulders having their annoying little debate. “That's really generous of you. Thanks” He raised his bottle as if in a toast, clinked it with Miranda's, and took a gulp. ...What a git he could be sometimes. Oliver wasn't used to sitting still for so long and the sugar in the drink wasn't helping his mild ADHD. He tugged at the front of his t-shirt, then forced himself to focus on Miranda but the foot tapping became heavier. She seemed a little dismissive of her father – that was odd. Daughters and their dad's were usually close especially if you were the only girl. Then her question came and the subconscious foot tapping ceased. “My mum's a half-blood.” He explained. “It's my dad who's the pureblood.” Insanely pureblood. He sighed and studied his bottle of butterbeer. Why was family so damn complicated? He grimaced a bit at her blunt 'why'.. see this was why it was easier to make a joke of everything. People didn't ask such questions when you were acting like an idiot. “I just don't feel up to it.” He opted for the easy reply. “My arm's been acting up and I can't... you know, bat.” Urgh. How he hated himself right now. He shook his head at her next question to indicate that was the end of it. He had no reasons other than he was a coward.. and afraid of failure. She would probably laugh at him. He locked eyes with her. *“The team will just have to wait until I'm* ready to join them.” He gave her a cocky response complete with smirk. Guh. He was more than relieved for the change of subject and the topic of the monster butterflies was light-hearted and funny. “Could have practised what old Professor Duskurk showed us last lesson.” He winked to let her know that this was indeed a joke... just in case she didn't get that. “Did it actually fly onto the pitch and disturb play?” He asked wide eyed. Oh ho ho. “Perhaps I could train all three of them to invade the pitch and bother the opposition when Slytherin are playing.” he laughed. “Fly my pretties.. FLY!!” He cackled evilly before it morphed into a highly amused infectious laugh. “Maximum points?” He asked bewildered. “Pilliwinkle might have lost a few of her marbles but I don't think the point of the exercise was to create monster butterflies.”** He pointed out with a grin. __________________