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Gryffindoll · 12-31-2010, 11:55 PM

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Pokah Face

Roderigo nodded at Braeden's comment about Charles Dickens. Despite his obvious inability to remain suave in a social environment, Roderigo knew Braeden meant well.
"Yes, his writing is definitely superb," he said, smiling. "My favorite of his novels is, of course, A Christmas Carol. I read it in December every year...so I just read it. Which one did you read?" he finished with a question, before Braeden brought up Dickens' muggleness.
"Well...can muggles become ghosts? I never really took a fancy into learning about the after-life and whatnot..." his voice traveled off as he stared out the window, musing the possibility of Charles Dicken's becoming a ghost.

However, he snapped back into reality when Braeden introduced himself formally.
"It's a pleasure," Roderigo said, shaking Braeden's hand. And his cheeks flushed the faintest of pink when the Gryffindor boy commented on his last name.
"It's Spanish," he said, proudly. "I was born there, but I moved to Oxford when I was about eight." He leaned forward in his seat and groped for the bag he had placed on the floor. His fingers grazed against the strap and he yanked the bag up onto his knee. Sliding the cover open and throwing the Dickens book inside, he slackened his grip and let the bag slide down his leg and revert to its spot on the floor.

Roderigo looked back up and smiled.
"So how about you? Are you natively Brittish?" he asked, but just after he asked his question, a girl walked in unexpectedly. Roderigo was taken aback, and he was sure his face showed his surprise. However, before he could politely interject and ask the girl why she was here, she began talking to Braeden. Roderigo soon realized that these two were, to say the least, acquaintances and he therefore no longer had any objections to her joining us.

As Braeden attempted to introduce Evangeline to him, a smile stretched farther and farther across Roderigo's face. It was becoming more and more apparent to him that Braeden had no filter; he couldn't stop himself from saying whatever his brain was thinking. Trying to hide his laughter by turning it into a cough, Roderigo took a deep breath and tried to give Braeden a quizzical look.
"Uh...are you alright?" his brows furrowed and then he shook his head slightly. He turned to Evangeline and smiled.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Evangeline," he said kindly. "As my friend here Braeden has said, my name is Roderigo De Lacerda." He bowed his head slightly.

Roderigo's introduction was, for the second time, interrupted by someone. However, unlike Evangeline, who was a stranger to him, Roderigo and Amadeus were acquaintances. The Spaniard smiled as his friend walked into their compartment. He wasn't sure if Amadeus had met Evangeline or Braeden, but since they were all in a circle of introductions, he felt it necessary.
"Oh, well this is an acquaintance of mine, Evangeline and Braeden," Roderigo said, standing up and moving towards Amadeus. "His name is Amadeus Alfred Kipling. He too is a Ravenclaw, like me." He grinned at the three of them. Roderigo wouldn't be lying when he said he had a very small net of friends. He was excited that on his first day back from Winter Break, he had already made two friends and was reunited with someone he had met before. This year was looking to be a great one.

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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

Amadeus stopped in his tracks, slightly taken aback. What had been a passing greeting had turned into a formal introduction. A soft pink flush crept up his high cheekbones momentarily. These two, except for Roderigo, seemed like the peasantry that he and Mathieu used to scoff at on a daily basis. Would Deus deign to associate with them? Were they even purebloods, or wealthy, or in possession of any high-ranking social status?

But really, where could he turn to now that Math was gone?

Amadeus smiled softly and nodded shortly. "Pleasure," He spoke through gritted teeth. He would have to get used to associating with people that were, well, different from him. Maybe his new years resolution could be being more courteous to others, no matter what their status. He could only give it a shot.

"The same, actually," Braeden replied with a grin as Roderigo asked which of Dickens's works he had read. "Actually, my dad always used to read it to me when I was younger... always made me cry like a baby, I won't deny," he admitted rather shamelessly (Brae was definitely not a guy who was embarrassed to share the fact that he could shed tears like a little girl whose long hair had just been cut. He was just... naively honest like that). His features even seemed a little saddened for a second there as he remembered good ol' Mr. Scrooge. But he was quickly distracted as talk moved on to a new subject - nationalities.

Huh. So this new interesting character was from Spain................. that's crazy!
Braeden went wide-eyed as Roderigo shared this interesting piece of information. Poor Braeden, who never got out much, except to school, had never met a Spaniard before. He didn't meet anywhere from outside Britain all that often, so this was a special occasion for him.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine! Just... y'know, a bit overwhelmed. Introductions aren't my forte," said Braeden with a small smile as Roderigo asked him if he was alright.

Just as the boy was moving closer to the window to give Evangeline space to sit, yet another newcomer arrived into the compartment. This new boy was tall and had a sort of presence that made itself known in a very silent way. He was rather intimidating. But not enough for goofy ol' Braeden, who grinned stupidly as Roderigo introduced the newcomer. "Ooh, is he Spanish too?" he couldn't help but ask curiously. Yes, of course, leave it up to Braeden to ask if someone with a completely English name would be a Spaniard. "I'm Braeden Stonem," the boy introduced himself, giving a little wave with his hand. "You should join us, we were just having a very interesting conversation about Dickens and whether Muggles can become ghosts or not."

12-31-2010, 11:55 PM	#380 (permalink)
Gryffindoll Scheming Marauder Ghost Join Date: Jul 2003 Posts: 70,285	Serial Prankster • Troloholic • Like a BAWS • Brae the Lionheart & Lion Cub • AnDee & Melsse SPOILER!!: quotes Quote: Originally Posted by Pokah Face Roderigo nodded at Braeden's comment about Charles Dickens. Despite his obvious inability to remain suave in a social environment, Roderigo knew Braeden meant well. "Yes, his writing is definitely superb," he said, smiling. "My favorite of his novels is, of course, A Christmas Carol. I read it in December every year...so I just read it. Which one did you read?" he finished with a question, before Braeden brought up Dickens' muggleness. "Well...can muggles become ghosts? I never really took a fancy into learning about the after-life and whatnot..." his voice traveled off as he stared out the window, musing the possibility of Charles Dicken's becoming a ghost. However, he snapped back into reality when Braeden introduced himself formally. "It's a pleasure," Roderigo said, shaking Braeden's hand. And his cheeks flushed the faintest of pink when the Gryffindor boy commented on his last name. "It's Spanish," he said, proudly. "I was born there, but I moved to Oxford when I was about eight." He leaned forward in his seat and groped for the bag he had placed on the floor. His fingers grazed against the strap and he yanked the bag up onto his knee. Sliding the cover open and throwing the Dickens book inside, he slackened his grip and let the bag slide down his leg and revert to its spot on the floor. Roderigo looked back up and smiled. "So how about you? Are you natively Brittish?" he asked, but just after he asked his question, a girl walked in unexpectedly. Roderigo was taken aback, and he was sure his face showed his surprise. However, before he could politely interject and ask the girl why she was here, she began talking to Braeden. Roderigo soon realized that these two were, to say the least, acquaintances and he therefore no longer had any objections to her joining us. As Braeden attempted to introduce Evangeline to him, a smile stretched farther and farther across Roderigo's face. It was becoming more and more apparent to him that Braeden had no filter; he couldn't stop himself from saying whatever his brain was thinking. Trying to hide his laughter by turning it into a cough, Roderigo took a deep breath and tried to give Braeden a quizzical look. "Uh...are you alright?" his brows furrowed and then he shook his head slightly. He turned to Evangeline and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Evangeline," he said kindly. "As my friend here Braeden has said, my name is Roderigo De Lacerda." He bowed his head slightly. Roderigo's introduction was, for the second time, interrupted by someone. However, unlike Evangeline, who was a stranger to him, Roderigo and Amadeus were acquaintances. The Spaniard smiled as his friend walked into their compartment. He wasn't sure if Amadeus had met Evangeline or Braeden, but since they were all in a circle of introductions, he felt it necessary. "Oh, well this is an acquaintance of mine, Evangeline and Braeden," Roderigo said, standing up and moving towards Amadeus. "His name is Amadeus Alfred Kipling. He too is a Ravenclaw, like me." He grinned at the three of them. Roderigo wouldn't be lying when he said he had a very small net of friends. He was excited that on his first day back from Winter Break, he had already made two friends and was reunited with someone he had met before. This year was looking to be a great one. Quote: Originally Posted by princess ofhp Amadeus stopped in his tracks, slightly taken aback. What had been a passing greeting had turned into a formal introduction. A soft pink flush crept up his high cheekbones momentarily. These two, except for Roderigo, seemed like the peasantry that he and Mathieu used to scoff at on a daily basis. Would Deus deign to associate with them? Were they even purebloods, or wealthy, or in possession of any high-ranking social status? But really, where could he turn to now that Math was gone? Amadeus smiled softly and nodded shortly. "Pleasure," He spoke through gritted teeth. He would have to get used to associating with people that were, well, different from him. Maybe his new years resolution could be being more courteous to others, no matter what their status. He could only give it a shot. "The same, actually," Braeden replied with a grin as Roderigo asked which of Dickens's works he had read. "Actually, my dad always used to read it to me when I was younger... always made me cry like a baby, I won't deny," he admitted rather shamelessly (Brae was definitely not a guy who was embarrassed to share the fact that he could shed tears like a little girl whose long hair had just been cut. He was just... naively honest like that). His features even seemed a little saddened for a second there as he remembered good ol' Mr. Scrooge. But he was quickly distracted as talk moved on to a new subject - nationalities. Huh. So this new interesting character was from Spain................. that's crazy! Braeden went wide-eyed as Roderigo shared this interesting piece of information. Poor Braeden, who never got out much, except to school, had never met a Spaniard before. He didn't meet anywhere from outside Britain all that often, so this was a special occasion for him. "Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine! Just... y'know, a bit overwhelmed. Introductions aren't my forte," said Braeden with a small smile as Roderigo asked him if he was alright. Just as the boy was moving closer to the window to give Evangeline space to sit, yet another newcomer arrived into the compartment. This new boy was tall and had a sort of presence that made itself known in a very silent way. He was rather intimidating. But not enough for goofy ol' Braeden, who grinned stupidly as Roderigo introduced the newcomer. "Ooh, is he Spanish too?" he couldn't help but ask curiously. Yes, of course, leave it up to Braeden to ask if someone with a completely English name would be a Spaniard. "I'm Braeden Stonem," the boy introduced himself, giving a little wave with his hand. "You should join us, we were just having a very interesting conversation about Dickens and whether Muggles can become ghosts or not." __________________ — the sun & the moon —