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SlytherinSistah · 09-18-2010, 08:23 AM

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Originally Posted by springbaby

Daisy laughed. She loved first year students. "Well my dad is a cook, I inherited that from him. My mom, well she was vain about looks and what not. I think I got a little of that from her but the drawing came to me on my own." She nodded, "But I get what you're saying. Totaly." She smiled and asked, "Do you like to read?"

Haughtine gave a little gasp then spoke. "I love to read. I want to go to the library again, but I'm afraid to get lost. It seems like the locations of things changes a bit, but I guess that's because I'm still getting used to it."

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

A slight grin crossed Grayson's face as she figured ~~Duncan~~ Fletcher had somewhat misunderstood what she'd said. Entirely. But the wink was funny, and oddly intriguing, and a whole lot of other things that she was still getting used to. "Obviously you're confident. I mean, I can't see how anyone could think anything else," she said with a little laugh. "And I never said I would fear any of it. I just said that I thought Headmaster Tate wouldn't let anyone die. You wouldn't have been chosen if you couldn't handle it." Anyone who knew anything about the tournament knew that. Beyond the whole incident with Harry, but even then he'd managed to get through everything. Even though he'd been not much older than her. Actually, a bit younger. And she turned a bemused gaze onto Salander as the firewhiskey was brought up again. "No, wouldn't want that."

Oh, and little Haughtine was speaking to her again. Grayson returned her attention to the little firstie (little being relative, as there can't have been a lot of height difference) and smiled. "Sure. Family name," she said vaguely, with a little nod. She wasn't exactly sure where Northumberland fit into any of it, and she still just thought it was a pretty name. Unique. And then her little annoyance decided to pop up again, but she let Haughtine go on it as she'd at least sort of apologized. "I know. I get that all the time, and trust me, it's annoying. But I think my name fits me. Sorta. I just see it as different. Special, y'know?" She stopped her discussion as a weird look crossed the younger girl's face, and started wondering what exactly was going on. That looked worried. Maybe she'd caught the conversation about Fletcher dying in the tournament or something. She didn't know what, but now the other girl was talking to Fletcher, so she lapsed into silence. She still didn't know why everyone was getting all worried about dragons. And getting maimed, everything else that had been tossed around. Nobody had any faith that they'd survive, apparently, and Grayson wondered if somehow she was more equipped than any of the chosen champions.

She didn't say verbalize her response, but Haughtine nodded in agreement, understanding what it was like to have a more original sounding name. And, the name really did suit the friendly girl, she agreed, having a sound like the word 'grace' right in it.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher blinked and almost said, 'Gesundheit,' when the girl introduced herself. What was her name? Hottie? Hotangerine? Vorwhipple? Okaay.

"Nice.... to meet you," he settled for saying since he obviously couldn't pronounce either part of her name. Merlin that was a mouthful. Her name was probably longer than she was tall!

He glanced at Salander to see if he was hearing what he was hearing and then back to the girl as she spoke again. Oh okay. "Um... no idea," he shrugged as if it was no big deal and the unknown was not as frightening as it really was. He puffed out his chest once more to look fearless.

"Of COURSE I am NOT afraid." He even thumped one hand on said chest. "Champions have no fear and I," Gesundheit, "am fearless. FEARLESS. I will slay a dragon if that is a task and maiming?" He scoffed. "I haven't even considered the possibility."

Cuz.... that would suck and Fletcher really didn't need to think about that side of the tournament.

"Confidence is the word, m'lady," Fletcher nodded to the 'Claw. "Yeah TaterTot may seem all tough and apathetic to the fate of his students," or at least that's how it seemed in DADA when he called Fletcher a GlitterPuff, "but dying would kind of defeat the purpose of holding the tournament, right?"

Unless.... it was a very drawn-out method of narrowing the gene pool....

Haughtine looked for a moment stunned in a sort of blank awe by the boys brazen confidence. She knew she'd be terrified if it were her.

Tatertot?

Well, at least it would be easy to remember.

09-18-2010, 08:23 AM	#449 (permalink)
SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	Daisy, Grayson, Fletch <3 C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by springbaby Daisy laughed. She loved first year students. "Well my dad is a cook, I inherited that from him. My mom, well she was vain about looks and what not. I think I got a little of that from her but the drawing came to me on my own." She nodded, "But I get what you're saying. Totaly." She smiled and asked, "Do you like to read?" Haughtine gave a little gasp then spoke. "I love to read. I want to go to the library again, but I'm afraid to get lost. It seems like the locations of things changes a bit, but I guess that's because I'm still getting used to it." Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger A slight grin crossed Grayson's face as she figured ~~Duncan~~ Fletcher had somewhat misunderstood what she'd said. Entirely. But the wink was funny, and oddly intriguing, and a whole lot of other things that she was still getting used to. "Obviously you're confident. I mean, I can't see how anyone could think anything else," she said with a little laugh. "And I never said I would fear any of it. I just said that I thought Headmaster Tate wouldn't let anyone die. You wouldn't have been chosen if you couldn't handle it." Anyone who knew anything about the tournament knew that. Beyond the whole incident with Harry, but even then he'd managed to get through everything. Even though he'd been not much older than her. Actually, a bit younger. And she turned a bemused gaze onto Salander as the firewhiskey was brought up again. "No, wouldn't want that." Oh, and little Haughtine was speaking to her again. Grayson returned her attention to the little firstie (little being relative, as there can't have been a lot of height difference) and smiled. "Sure. Family name," she said vaguely, with a little nod. She wasn't exactly sure where Northumberland fit into any of it, and she still just thought it was a pretty name. Unique. And then her little annoyance decided to pop up again, but she let Haughtine go on it as she'd at least sort of apologized. "I know. I get that all the time, and trust me, it's annoying. But I think my name fits me. Sorta. I just see it as different. Special, y'know?" She stopped her discussion as a weird look crossed the younger girl's face, and started wondering what exactly was going on. That looked worried. Maybe she'd caught the conversation about Fletcher dying in the tournament or something. She didn't know what, but now the other girl was talking to Fletcher, so she lapsed into silence. She still didn't know why everyone was getting all worried about dragons. And getting maimed, everything else that had been tossed around. Nobody had any faith that they'd survive, apparently, and Grayson wondered if somehow she was more equipped than any of the chosen champions. She didn't say verbalize her response, but Haughtine nodded in agreement, understanding what it was like to have a more original sounding name. And, the name really did suit the friendly girl, she agreed, having a sound like the word 'grace' right in it. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Fletcher blinked and almost said, 'Gesundheit,' when the girl introduced herself. What was her name? Hottie? Hotangerine? Vorwhipple? Okaay. "Nice.... to meet you," he settled for saying since he obviously couldn't pronounce either part of her name. Merlin that was a mouthful. Her name was probably longer than she was tall! He glanced at Salander to see if he was hearing what he was hearing and then back to the girl as she spoke again. Oh okay. "Um... no idea," he shrugged as if it was no big deal and the unknown was not as frightening as it really was. He puffed out his chest once more to look fearless. "Of COURSE I am NOT afraid." He even thumped one hand on said chest. "Champions have no fear and I," Gesundheit, "am fearless. FEARLESS. I will slay a dragon if that is a task and maiming?" He scoffed. "I haven't even considered the possibility." Cuz.... that would suck and Fletcher really didn't need to think about that side of the tournament. "Confidence is the word, m'lady," Fletcher nodded to the 'Claw. "Yeah TaterTot may seem all tough and apathetic to the fate of his students," or at least that's how it seemed in DADA when he called Fletcher a GlitterPuff, "but dying would kind of defeat the purpose of holding the tournament, right?" Unless.... it was a very drawn-out method of narrowing the gene pool.... Haughtine looked for a moment stunned in a sort of blank awe by the boys brazen confidence. She knew she'd be terrified if it were her. Tatertot? Well, at least it would be easy to remember.