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Waddles · 01-04-2011, 03:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Poisonedbyyou

Blink. He'd been convincing. Charisa glanced from her left elbow to her right and then back at the boy. "How old are you?" she asked. "Anyone ever told you you'd make one heckuva prefect?" Well, hey. Five respect points, even if he was a stiff.

Charisa turned to eye her near empty plate. Hm, potatoes? She looked back up at the boy and fought the urge to dip her elbow into the leftover food. That would be simply childish, no?

Winston blinked at the impolite girl. What kind of a question was that? "I'm a first year," Winston said. Uh-oh. Hopefully he hadn't just told off a third year or something. That'd be bad.

"Erm...thank you, I suppose," he added, slightly confused. He was a first year. He didn't look that far ahead. He had barely even thought about the first day of classes. And just now, when the headmaster stood up, had he even realized there would be a speech.

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Originally Posted by sarahkbarrett

Ellie raised her eyebrows, shocked. Nothing? Not a word? Peep? Sound effect? Well, she got a smile (was that considered a smile?) for starters. Oh, and a nod. Gotta start somewhere, right? She pondered for a second, looking around. She looked back at the boy. He looked like a first year. Young, small, nervous as heck. "You a little nervous?" She asked. She was determined to get some sort of vocal acknowledgment out of him.

Reminded of the oddly laid-back girl from earlier, Winston gave her a bewildered look. "Well, yes, I'm nervous," he said simply after a pause for consideration. Who wouldn't be?

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Originally Posted by insignia57

"Ah... Well that's too bad, then." Brielle smiled. She had wanted to ask about his mother, but it seemed like such a sensitive question. "Yeah, I've never seen anything like it yet, it's really as if there is no ceiling." she said in wonder.

"Nice to meet you Winston." she added, looking at the boy again. "Have you met any other friends in the train yet?"

Winston shrugged about the ceiling. He, too, had never seen anything like it. It was magnificent, but he was fairly certain they had established that. They'd also decided that it was a fine piece of magic, or at least Winston had, so he said nothing more on the topic of the ceiling.

"I did not meet anybody on the train," Winston said slowly. Oh. Was that why people sat in compartments with others? To meet people and become acquainted before the feast? Hmm. He had not realized.

01-04-2011, 03:30 PM	#582 (permalink)
Waddles Re'em Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 19,522 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year	Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote: Originally Posted by Poisonedbyyou Blink. He'd been convincing. Charisa glanced from her left elbow to her right and then back at the boy. "How old are you?" she asked. "Anyone ever told you you'd make one heckuva prefect?" Well, hey. Five respect points, even if he was a stiff. Charisa turned to eye her near empty plate. Hm, potatoes? She looked back up at the boy and fought the urge to dip her elbow into the leftover food. That would be simply childish, no? Winston blinked at the impolite girl. What kind of a question was that? "I'm a first year," Winston said. Uh-oh. Hopefully he hadn't just told off a third year or something. That'd be bad. "Erm...thank you, I suppose," he added, slightly confused. He was a first year. He didn't look that far ahead. He had barely even thought about the first day of classes. And just now, when the headmaster stood up, had he even realized there would be a speech. Quote: Originally Posted by sarahkbarrett Ellie raised her eyebrows, shocked. Nothing? Not a word? Peep? Sound effect? Well, she got a smile (was that considered a smile?) for starters. Oh, and a nod. Gotta start somewhere, right? She pondered for a second, looking around. She looked back at the boy. He looked like a first year. Young, small, nervous as heck. "You a little nervous?" She asked. She was determined to get some sort of vocal acknowledgment out of him. Reminded of the oddly laid-back girl from earlier, Winston gave her a bewildered look. "Well, yes, I'm nervous," he said simply after a pause for consideration. Who wouldn't be? Quote: Originally Posted by insignia57 "Ah... Well that's too bad, then." Brielle smiled. She had wanted to ask about his mother, but it seemed like such a sensitive question. "Yeah, I've never seen anything like it yet, it's really as if there is no ceiling." she said in wonder. "Nice to meet you Winston." she added, looking at the boy again. "Have you met any other friends in the train yet?" Winston shrugged about the ceiling. He, too, had never seen anything like it. It was magnificent, but he was fairly certain they had established that. They'd also decided that it was a fine piece of magic, or at least Winston had, so he said nothing more on the topic of the ceiling. "I did not meet anybody on the train," Winston said slowly. Oh. Was that why people sat in compartments with others? To meet people and become acquainted before the feast? Hmm. He had not realized. __________________