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Tazenhani · 01-02-2011, 06:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Greer was now tapping her cheeks with the tip of her wand for the sixth time, and for the sixth time she checked her reflection in the back of her clean spoon. Nothing. The only thing that stared back at her was plain old face, and the constellation of freckled on it.

When the boy's tone changed, to one that vaguely reminded her of Ian and Colby's whenever she sneaked inside their rooms (except her siblings' were ten times worse and louder and literally shoved her out of their rooms), Greer lowered her wand and adopted a amused, albeit sheepish expression. "Ooohhh." Deciding that the pimples were most likely a veela trait that could not be copied, Greer stuffed her wand back in the insides of her robes. "I was listening," Lies. Sort of. "I just didn't have a smart response that could match yours, so I pretended that I didn't and change the subject." Something she did often--on a daily basis, as a matter of fact.

When the boy announced that he was not a veela, and was in fact, a muggleborn, Greer thought her cheek thoughtfully. "My mum's a muggleborn, and she doesn't look like a veela like you." Charlotte McKensie, fairly good-looking as she was, did not have dimples. Or the boy's bone structure, for that matter. McKensie shrugged her small shoulders, and added. "Maybe you have veela or fey blood. Maybe a little." Or a lot. Was it even possible to have fey blood? She gave him a side-ways look.

She didn't have a.....what?

Blinking rapidly Sabel reasoned that he could not make heads or tails of this girl. She was strange. Stranger than some of the others he had come across, though not unpleasantly strange. Perhaps that was a bonus? Or simply a blessing.

Curiously, he watched her from the corner of his eyes as he retrieved the pitcher once again and poured another glass of pumpkin juice. "I'm pretty sure I have neither, though I appreciate the compliment." That was the correct way to go about responding to being called a veela or fey right? He hoped so. "Pumpkin juice?"

Maybe he could get this girl on one simple train of thought and get some answers as to why she was inquiring about his casting abilities and what she was trying to do to her face. At the moment the only answer he had was that she was yet another unique attendee of Hogwarts; and goodness there were a few of them.

01-02-2011, 06:08 AM	#108 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed Greer was now tapping her cheeks with the tip of her wand for the sixth time, and for the sixth time she checked her reflection in the back of her clean spoon. Nothing. The only thing that stared back at her was plain old face, and the constellation of freckled on it. When the boy's tone changed, to one that vaguely reminded her of Ian and Colby's whenever she sneaked inside their rooms (except her siblings' were ten times worse and louder and literally shoved her out of their rooms), Greer lowered her wand and adopted a amused, albeit sheepish expression. "Ooohhh." Deciding that the pimples were most likely a veela trait that could not be copied, Greer stuffed her wand back in the insides of her robes. "I was listening," Lies. Sort of. "I just didn't have a smart response that could match yours, so I pretended that I didn't and change the subject." Something she did often--on a daily basis, as a matter of fact. When the boy announced that he was not a veela, and was in fact, a muggleborn, Greer thought her cheek thoughtfully. "My mum's a muggleborn, and she doesn't look like a veela like you." Charlotte McKensie, fairly good-looking as she was, did not have dimples. Or the boy's bone structure, for that matter. McKensie shrugged her small shoulders, and added. "Maybe you have veela or fey blood. Maybe a little." Or a lot. Was it even possible to have fey blood? She gave him a side-ways look. She didn't have a.....what? Blinking rapidly Sabel reasoned that he could not make heads or tails of this girl. She was strange. Stranger than some of the others he had come across, though not unpleasantly strange. Perhaps that was a bonus? Or simply a blessing. Curiously, he watched her from the corner of his eyes as he retrieved the pitcher once again and poured another glass of pumpkin juice. "I'm pretty sure I have neither, though I appreciate the compliment." That was the correct way to go about responding to being called a veela or fey right? He hoped so. "Pumpkin juice?" Maybe he could get this girl on one simple train of thought and get some answers as to why she was inquiring about his casting abilities and what she was trying to do to her face. At the moment the only answer he had was that she was yet another unique attendee of Hogwarts; and goodness there were a few of them. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.