Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004270)

Severia listened as Chaucer ranted nearby. "A distinguished young gentleman?" She said to herself, though quite loud.

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004280)

"Get a life Avada! Don't you have anything better to do than to pick on me!" Severia rolled her eyes and continued to ignore him. He can be such a jerk sometimes. She thought.

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004314)

Chaucer couldn't quite help but hear Severia off to his right. Bah!? Surely that wasn't... incredulity in her voice? I am indeed quite the gentleman aren't I? Oh yes Chaucer, of course you are. After the much needed talk with his inner self [to which even this narrator must roll his eyes], the lad decided to respond in turn. And why not?

"Yes! Although even I must relent that the name offers far too much hope for one seeking a proper upbringing and stabs at it roughly, leaving instead the bland knowledge that one had attended a very overpriced academy. Trust I came out quite right, but I like to think I am more nature than nurture." In fact, he would have put forth himself then and there that he was PROOF of nature's superiority was it not such a sensitive subject for some.

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004244)

"Sir Martigan's Academy for Distinguished Young Gentlemen. Quite a mouthful I know, but an anagram is impossible. SMAD-YuG, how ghastly. And yet, say Sir Martigan's and people think you mean the tavern down the road!" Chaucer tossed a dishevelled piece of auburn hair to the side as he continued. "My yes, was it ever worthless! It was a tragic repeat of second year, or at least Herbology was and I do love that study. It's one of the only things muggles got right, but were unable to succeed in entirely due to their tragic hubris. Not like Divination!" Chaucer gave a snort. "Even a proper muggle can do that, so there's nothing special in a wizard doing it, is there?" Lordy lords, trailing off again. What was I talking about? It didn't take him long to continue his tirade and even went so far as to cite how he defined 'worthlessness' as 'things learned which did not both directly benefit and interest him'.

Years of speaking to tolerant relatives had left Chaucer with bit of a motormouth issue that no one really sought to comment on, but rather ignore. Also, Chaucer always found what he said to be profoundly interesting, otherwise he wouldn't bother saying anything (in his abstract logic).

Originally Posted by Yoshi (Post 9004017)

"I always knew I'd be a Slytherin. There's no way I would go in any other house. I just didn't expect there'd be so many people. Or maybe I thought there would be more and I would sort of blend in. I just don't really fit in." He said thinking of how everyone else was so loud and obnoxious. Especially Severia.

Originally Posted by luna_severus_26 (Post 9004363)

"Yeah it's weird. Everyone always puts a label on you just cuz you're in Slytherin." she paused dor a moment to think. "I don't think there were quite this many girls in Slytherin last year though." she laughed.

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004339)

"I don't doubt you at all. I was merely expressing my interest in the academy, that's all. If anything, I can see that they do a fine job of molding you into the perfect gentleman. Although the clay must be there from the start for it to be molded." Severia answered, slightly flushed that he had heard her coment. She didn't want to offend him at all.

Originally Posted by VRSCIKA (Post 9004341)

Art was looking for a place to sit near someone he knew, or a girl , preferably. While glancing around he saw his friend Chaucer. Ah ha, he did make Slytherin. Cool, more craziness to our house woot! I wish that there were more girls that I knew in my own house. Mostly as Chaucer coined 'cotton candy'. Woo that guy is a riot.

He grinned a sat in the empty seat next to him. Chaucer stood out even in the same uniform as everyone else. He had put a pin upon his tie and there was no mistaking that hair, with another guy at least. Art kept his uniform slightly undone, like a punk rock version of uniform. He would conform when absolutely necessary, as not to lose house points, but otherwise he hated it.

"Hey there Chaucer" he beamed."See, I knew that you would be in my house. Welcome to Slytherin my friend." he smiled warmly.

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004373)

"We definetly need more boys. They are always loads of fun." Severia said. She was definetly enjoying being at Hogwarts so far.

Originally Posted by Ameh (Post 9004201)

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004374)

Chaucer took a step back from his veritable verbal leap at the girl. Ah, so indeed I have been too paranoid. Haha! Of course, who would doubt me? My breeding must clearly show through the uniform! His modestly was receiving a painful lesson from his pride the more and more he spoke to others. It was the first time he had to start from scratch, and he was quite proud of his progress. The grin that enveloped his face was childish and not something he would have kept on had a mirror been present, that was certain. Chaucer found nothing charming in acting juvenile, where a man was concerned.
"The clay must be there first, that is true, I say very true. Or is it? I've never been very good at philosophy because I can't make up my mind you see. Conflict, ah, a Gemini and all."

Chaucer brought his conversation to a halt as he noticed someone familiar fall into view.



Art! That's right, he did say he was in Slytherin - what an irresponsible thing to forget! Had he met him at a party, true as toasted toads there would have been consquences for forgetting such important contact information. Must remember as many things as I can about the others here, lest I seem addled or absent minded.
Chaucer gave a quick nod of his head with a comely grin; yes, this is how to do it correctly, old boy. "It seems like absolute MONTHS since I've last seen you! How was your train ride? Ah, I got into a mild scuffle with some foam but that didn't last... nothing ever does. All play is transient!" It was a little theatrical, but Chaucer always enjoyed his way of speaking and its affect on others.

Originally Posted by luna_severus_26 (Post 9004379)

"Definitely!" Nicoletta felt more at home than she had when she first got off the train. "Speaking of which, how many boys do you think ended up in Gryffindor?" she asked.

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004405)

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"There were a lot more first year boys in Gryffindor than any other house that I saw on the train." Again with the thoughts of longing to be in Gryffindor. But there come the memories of the Gryffindor jerks to put that to an abrupt end.

Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz (Post 9004393)

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004374)

Chaucer took a step back from his veritable verbal leap at the girl. Ah, so indeed I have been too paranoid. Haha! Of course, who would doubt me? My breeding must clearly show through the uniform! His modestly was receiving a painful lesson from his pride the more and more he spoke to others. It was the first time he had to start from scratch, and he was quite proud of his progress. The grin that enveloped his face was childish and not something he would have kept on had a mirror been present, that was certain. Chaucer found nothing charming in acting juvenile, where a man was concerned.
"The clay must be there first, that is true, I say very true. Or is it? I've never been very good at philosophy because I can't make up my mind you see. Conflict, ah, a Gemini and all."

Chaucer brought his conversation to a halt as he noticed someone familiar fall into view.



Art! That's right, he did say he was in Slytherin - what an irresponsible thing to forget! Had he met him at a party, true as toasted toads there would have been consquences for forgetting such important contact information. Must remember as many things as I can about the others here, lest I seem addled or absent minded.
Chaucer gave a quick nod of his head with a comely grin; yes, this is how to do it correctly, old boy. "It seems like absolute MONTHS since I've last seen you! How was your train ride? Ah, I got into a mild scuffle with some foam but that didn't last... nothing ever does. All play is transient!" It was a little theatrical, but Chaucer always enjoyed his way of speaking and its affect on others.

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004405)

"A Gemini, you say? I'm a Scorpio. I suppose after I study divination and astronomy a bit more I'll have an idea of what all that means."



"There were a lot more first year boys in Gryffindor than any other house that I saw on the train." Again with the thoughts of longing to be in Gryffindor. But there come the memories of the Gryffindor jerks to put that to an abrupt end.

Originally Posted by VRSCIKA (Post 9004447)

Art laughed, same ol' Chaucer."It has been a few hasn't it?" he smiled. He loves to formally exaggerate doesn't he?

"My train ride was excellent, until I was attacked by Blake anyway." Art mused. " That was fun in itself though, almost. I didn't get to see as much of Shana because of it , but still amusing. I got to sit with Rhea for awhile too." Art grinned. Ah, so many girls, so little time.

Wait.....foam? Foam? Wow, a scuffle with foam... Art grinned at his last comment. "A scuffle with foam Chauce? Oh, dear old boy. How did we manage that?" Art choked back a chuckle. I want to hear this.

Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat (Post 9003632)

Reese Upstead had taken her precious time getting off the train, so she wouldn't be too surprised if she was one of the last people walking into the Great Hall. Once she entered the place, though, she realized that there wasn't too many people in here. So, she wasn't one of the last people off the train. She wasn't too sure at the moment if that was a good thing or bad thing.

As the 18 year old started towards her house table, the thoughts about this being her LAST start of the term feast popped into her head. She stopped walking and looked around the place, taking in all the surroundings: the little first years that were getting sorted and people chatting away about how the train ride was. Her brown eyes looked right at the sorting hat and she sighed. This would be the last time she saw the firsties get sorted. It was sooo sad.

Right, she had to pull herself together before she started to cry or anything. It would be bad for her housemates to see their Prefect cry.

She shook the thoughts out of her head before she got upset, then she continued walking towards the Slytherin table. Once there, she sat down near some group of people and looked up at the staff table to see if there were anymore new Professors this term. She already knew one and that was Healer Ashford.

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004448)

That explained why the girl was so forward: a Scorpio. He was going to comment once more, as he often scouted for reasons to hold a conversation, but saw that this may not be the best course of action. He instead noted silently the other two who were with Severia and contemplated the interaction as though witnessing some scientific scene play out. It was important to see how exactly people generally interacted in this new area.

I doubt I've ever seen a more genuinely peeved boy than that. What character! Chaucer thought, glancing at the gloomy youth beside Severia.



" I was TRYING to read my book, keep myself occupied, tidy and quiet. No need to make a bother when one is in such a tight little area, I digress." Chaucer jumped at the chance to talk about his escapades. "Then something happened and I mentioned a bag of ear plugs I had and well... Kellen just became battle hungry and hurled the things at my fragile person! I nobley declined, but he was insistant and soon the entire compartment was in an uproar! It was taken out into the hallway, you know, oh my! The mess! I was able to dodge most of the foam bullets by ah! I was taken out prematurely by a rogue trunk which hit my leg." It seemed that tea was in order for such a tale and Chaucer felt a little irritated that he so quickly wasted the entire adventure.

Originally Posted by Yoshi (Post 9004528)

Avada didn't reply.He knew that Severia knew that he didn't like being called that,especially since the origin of his name was nothing to joke about.

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004448)

That explained why the girl was so forward: a Scorpio. He was going to comment once more, as he often scouted for reasons to hold a conversation, but saw that this may not be the best course of action. He instead noted silently the other two who were with Severia and contemplated the interaction as though witnessing some scientific scene play out. It was important to see how exactly people generally interacted in this new area.

I doubt I've ever seen a more genuinely peeved boy than that. What character! Chaucer thought, glancing at the gloomy youth beside Severia.



" I was TRYING to read my book, keep myself occupied, tidy and quiet. No need to make a bother when one is in such a tight little area, I digress." Chaucer jumped at the chance to talk about his escapades. "Then something happened and I mentioned a bag of ear plugs I had and well... Kellen just became battle hungry and hurled the things at my fragile person! I nobley declined, but he was insistant and soon the entire compartment was in an uproar! It was taken out into the hallway, you know, oh my! The mess! I was able to dodge most of the foam bullets by ah! I was taken out prematurely by a rogue trunk which hit my leg." It seemed that tea was in order for such a tale and Chaucer felt a little irritated that he so quickly wasted the entire adventure.

Originally Posted by Yoshi (Post 9004565)

Avada was getting quite annoyed with Severia's attempt to turn him into a socialite, so he decided to seek outside assistance. "Excuse me, my good man, would you mind terribly distracting my dear sister so that I can seeth in peace?"

Then he turned back to Severia and said, "First of all, I'm older than you. Second, that's highly unlikely. And third, I don't very much like the idea of having friends, so please stop trying to force me make some."

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004543)

"Don't ignore me little brother!" Severia said quite loudly. "Fine. I won't call you that anymore Avada. I just don't want to say your name then sneeze and accidently kill anyone." Severia laughed. Seeing that Avada wasn't laughing, she became somewhat serious again. "It could happen."

Originally Posted by Yoshi (Post 9004565)

Avada was getting quite annoyed with Severia's attempt to turn him into a socialite, so he decided to seek outside assistance. "Excuse me, my good man, would you mind terribly distracting my dear sister so that I can seeth in peace?"

Then he turned back to Severia and said, "First of all, I'm older than you. Second, that's highly unlikely. And third, I don't very much like the idea of having friends, so please stop trying to force me make some."

Originally Posted by VRSCIKA (Post 9004540)

Art couldn't help himself and chuckled. That is hilarious! OMG Chaucer! I love hanging around you, too funny. Suppressing his laughter he smiled at Chaucer.

"That certainley sounds like Kellen." he chuckled. "What an awful time for you, dear boy."

So funny. Art sipped at his goblet of pumpkin juice.

"What book were you attempting to read before Kellen ruthlessly attacked you with......earplugs?" he grinned like a cheshire cat. I wanna laugh so bad! I love how crazy he gets with his stories.

Art liked to encourage Chaucer , because he was extremely amused by him. Wait until Blake and Lavi meet him. Oh that will be so much fun!

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom (Post 9004581)

Marvy, but the girl was touch loud! And yet she called the maudlin youth 'Avada'? Well, if that didn't sound familiar...



Well he was a right rocket, wasn't he? No desire to make friends, aloof, angry and polite to myself, which is all I could ask for. Chaucer allowed a faint smile to pass over him; there weren't people like that in his old academy for everyone was far too busy in making their 'connections' to even entertain for a second the idea of solitude.
"Maybe Severia, if I'm not being bold - though I suspect I am - it would be better to let him fester. Wait no - poor choice of words ah... let him remain in himself. It's good to contemplate on one's own life you know and all the better to do so when one's alone. I've never been alone as a child and now look at me! As shallow as a puddle I daresay, and not an ounce of shame where there should be!" He became quiet. It might have been overstepping some sort of social boundary to interfere, despite Avada's requests to do so.


Chaucer returned his full attention, or at least as full as was possible, to Art. What was it he asked? Which book? At least Art can appreciate some finer literature. He appears to be quite familar with muggle culture in any event, and that alone takes care of half my explanations.
" 'The Book of the Courtier', it's like my own little scripture. I reference it for almost everything, but of course there are things that I on principal cannot agree with. For instance, the issue of courtly love - though terribly romantic in theory - in practical use is as stale as working in a factory. Honestly, the set-in-stone formula for every rendezvous is mind-numbing; even the tragedy of pining unrequited for a lady's love was predetermined!" With an irritated flip of his hair, Chaucer spotted the jug of pumpkin juice and attempted to non-chalantly pour a goblet-full. He was perfectly parched! "You know, I still hold that someday powdered hair will return. Lords know, everything else has!"

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady (Post 9004609)

Severia reluctantly turned from Avada to address Chaucer. He was much more interesting anyway. "Well, if I might say so, I don't find one being shallow as much of a fault. One must think highly of onesself if anyone else is to do the same."