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Tazenhani · 01-02-2011, 07:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Greer watched with some interest as Sabel poured pumpkin juice not only for her, but to some other Gryffindor girl as well. He seemed to be popular with the female department, Greer decided, though she couldn't imagine why. Well, perhaps she did, that was not important.

Offering the other girl a beam, Greer finished his sentence for him, "And Greer McKensie," She said loudly, enunciating her name slowly, for him to understand him. He seemed to have that wrinkle-inducing frown glued to his forehead, after all; easily confused fellow, clearly.

But at least he'd said a name, so the Gryffindor child turned her gaze to him again. "Hi, Sabel Dakest. I would say it's nice to meet you, but I haven't drawn conclusions about you just yet," She said, candidly enough as she reached for her pumpkin juice. She took a sip. "You seem fairly normal so far, you know--for a boy, I should say." Running her pink tongue along her bottom lip, she set down the goblet and rubbed her tummy. When was dinner going to be served? She glanced testily towards the professor's table.

Ooooh. "Professor Vindictus looks constipated." Or was it angry?

Same difference.

One of Sabel's eyebrows arched high on his forehead, erasing some of the frown lines for an expression of amusement to take hold. She claimed to be young but by the tone of voice and her choice of words she sounded like she could easily step into a professor's shoes.

"Greer." He repeated slowly, a slight nod leaving his head as he placed the pitcher back on the table, doing his best to try not to get riled up by what seemed to be going on at the staff table. "Despite your lack of inclination for being grateful for a meeting, I find every introduction a friendship in the making until otherwise proven impossible. Therefore, I will say that it is a pleasure to meet you."

Once again his eyes found the staff table, the amusement dying down for concern to replace it. "And you are highly opinionated. A quality I cannot state as negative for I'm of the same way, though I've learned to somewhat mind my tongue." That wasn't to say he was aware of how absent his words were getting, his ears straining to hear the conversation going on at the head table. "Constipated...is one way to put it I suppose."

01-02-2011, 07:00 AM	#118 (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 watched with some interest as Sabel poured pumpkin juice not only for her, but to some other Gryffindor girl as well. He seemed to be popular with the female department, Greer decided, though she couldn't imagine why. Well, perhaps she did, that was not important. Offering the other girl a beam, Greer finished his sentence for him, "And Greer McKensie," She said loudly, enunciating her name slowly, for him to understand him. He seemed to have that wrinkle-inducing frown glued to his forehead, after all; easily confused fellow, clearly. But at least he'd said a name, so the Gryffindor child turned her gaze to him again. "Hi, Sabel Dakest. I would say it's nice to meet you, but I haven't drawn conclusions about you just yet," She said, candidly enough as she reached for her pumpkin juice. She took a sip. "You seem fairly normal so far, you know--for a boy, I should say." Running her pink tongue along her bottom lip, she set down the goblet and rubbed her tummy. When was dinner going to be served? She glanced testily towards the professor's table. Ooooh. "Professor Vindictus looks constipated." Or was it angry? Same difference. One of Sabel's eyebrows arched high on his forehead, erasing some of the frown lines for an expression of amusement to take hold. She claimed to be young but by the tone of voice and her choice of words she sounded like she could easily step into a professor's shoes. "Greer." He repeated slowly, a slight nod leaving his head as he placed the pitcher back on the table, doing his best to try not to get riled up by what seemed to be going on at the staff table. "Despite your lack of inclination for being grateful for a meeting, I find every introduction a friendship in the making until otherwise proven impossible. Therefore, I will say that it is a pleasure to meet you." Once again his eyes found the staff table, the amusement dying down for concern to replace it. "And you are highly opinionated. A quality I cannot state as negative for I'm of the same way, though I've learned to somewhat mind my tongue." That wasn't to say he was aware of how absent his words were getting, his ears straining to hear the conversation going on at the head table. "Constipated...is one way to put it I suppose." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.