| Egyptian_Blue | 01-11-2010 12:40 AM |
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Originally Posted by TheDarkLady
(Post 9009734)
Severia had hardly noticed the boy sitting near her. He wasn't much older than she was. And she couldn't pass up the opprotunity to make a new friend! "Hello" she said to him with a smile. "My name is Severia Gaunt. I'm a first year, but you probably already knew that. I believe I missed your name earlier. What was it again?"
| "Hi," Tobias replied, giving the first year a smile. He remembered how nice it was to have someone talk to you as a first year - but this girl seemed to be making plenty of friends on her own. "I'm Tobias Rivers. It's nice to meet you."
Tobias had nothing against students his own age or younger, but they didn't serve much use from an academic standpoint. They couldn't help him if he couldn't master a complicated potion, and they couldn't help him be rid of these bouncy curls. Quote:
Originally Posted by Thomas_Duskurk
(Post 9010648)
With that, Thomas was most certainly done with the Slytherins. He would need to speak with their head of house s soon as possible... He hurried back up to the staff table and Tate.
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Tobias gnawed on the tines of his fork in annoyance. It might kill him, but he would be polite to that...insulting Professor whenever he found himself in his presence. Nothing was to be gained by outward rudeness. Subtlety and creativity and being sneaky was the only way to get revenge in real life.
And then there was the matter of the points. Negative one may not be the lowest Slytherin had started a term at - Tobias had heard stories - but it was still a bad start to any school year. Quote:
Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom
(Post 9010875)
Chaucer almost forgot how to speak when he saw how the professor had dispatched his beloved house of points while the meal hadn't even finished. The lad wasn't quite sure what points were, but he suspected it was all part of an elaborate plot to keep individual students in line. Three points and you repeat a grade - yes, that seemed reasonable. It was just like a demerit! Still, the man was quite intimidating and reminded Chaucer very much of serveral literary villains he encountered in his youth. I hope I never have to engage in conversation with that sir - no sir!
Ah, but Tobias of the Blue Rose spoke again. At this point, the boy could have said any number of wretched things and Chaucer would have listened fondly. "Potatoes? Yes, if you think they're delicious then I shall indulge myself." It had been years since he last ate a potato; he made a resolution to never go near the stuff when he learned in history that it was the last resort for even paupers, but then, lobster was once considered a throwaway dish as well... he reasoned. As he scooped the mash onto his plate, he contemplated ways in which to make the dish more vogue. This he fixed by applying some garnish on top comprised of miscellaneous bits he thought pretty around the table.
Wait, Tobias was still speaking? Right on, old boy you didn't even introduce yourself! Chaucer fiddled once more with his tie before presenting himself: "I am Chaucer Ipswich, fourth year, son of Nathan and Eleanor Ipswich and grandson to Abiatha Manorholt the Fourth!" He wasn't sure what his grandfather was known for, but his name sounded impressive enough to through about in public. "My academy was based out of Maulking Fen, a nice little wizarding community north of here. Nice as in dull, boy - never convince yourself otherwise. And the other students? I wonder. Perhaps they are being home-schooled or sent to other private insititutions. Personally, I think schooling is wasted on the lot. They might as well just go off and learn strictly about whichever business they plan to inherit, that's what I say."
| It's nice to meet you, Chaucer," he said. "And, actually, all of the food here is delicious, but I thought I ought to give you one suggestion instead of listing everything on the table." As if to prove his point, Tobias added a scoop of pasta and a spoonful of roasted vegetables to his golden plate. He said "indulge"! Tobias thought, smiling to himself. this boy said words that never even crossed Tobias's mind during .
Ooo yay! A name! "It's very nice to meet you, Chaucer Ipswich," Tobias replied. "Are you the only one not inheriting anything, then?" Tobias inquired, before realizing the question sounded a bit rude. "Er...not that you should or shouldn't be. But you seemed to imply that," he added hurriedly. Quote:
Originally Posted by firenjen
(Post 9010902)
Lucille looked at the scary boy with the potatos. They looked good.
"Oi!" she yelled at him. "Chuck us a potato!" She cupped her hands ready to catch.
Though how she was going to catch mashed potatos, she didnt know.
Hmm. Best just try it and see.
| Quote:
Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom
(Post 9010998)
Chaucer looked around for a moment as though a strange voice had whispered in his ear. It sounded like it wanted a potato 'chucked' at it. Huh, what a curious place this was. But where would he find a potato in this place? A banquet was no place for an unprepared -... it couldn't be this messenger from beyond, this mysterious muse, wants me to toss some of the mash? Now that is a 'devil on the shoulder' idea if I ever heard one. Not quite convinced of his own inner ramblings, Chaucer's grey eyes continued to dart about the table. It was almost a pity that the voice was not disembodied - it would have made for an excellent journal entry.
"Are you daft woman? How does one toss mashed potatoes? Why should I even toss a full potato? This is a banquet not a cafeteria in a poorly funded school!" He stared at the bunch of potatoes ahead of him, once again not entirely convinced that it somehow could be done with a certain finesse. Why handing the bowl down didn't occur to him was a mystery.
Instead, he put a bunch down on a clean napkin, which he then proceeded to tie as elegantly as he could. When he was satisfied, he called "Well, catch then!" and gave a light toss of the parcel.
People were so strange here.
| Tobias thought the girl's request was strange for two reasons. Firstly, tossing food was not a good idea in the best of times, and especially not just after a mysterious Professor had docked them points. Secondly, was it even possible to determine what one potato was when it was mashed? How many ounces of mashed potato created one solid tuber?
He was even more surprised when Chaucer actually tried to answer the girl's demands. Shaking his head and smiling, Tobias couldn't help but laugh out loud. |
