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Maxilocks · 02-02-2011, 09:52 PM

Text Cut: Is it? =pp

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

As the Hufflepuff topic gained a response, she smiled back. “Perhaps. I highly doubt they would have changed that much, though. If they had, sorting would have to change just the same.” The good old sorting hat and his songs. Those hadn’t changed, so she imagined the basic idea behind the sorted students hadn’t as well. Or at least hadn’t changed much. She’d wondered about her Ravenclaws occasionally. And at least it seemed she didn’t have to worry about him misinterpreting anything, not that the thought was really related to worry over Ravenclaws. The look on his face after her teasing comment regarding allowances for being cryptic simply distracted those thoughts, and she grinned. Odds were it wasn’t generosity behind it all, but the idea was entertaining. She was too good at being cryptic to adhere to rules about it, and she knew by now he was the same way. Trying to reign her in would be hypocrisy.

Glancing at him again as they fell into another bout of silence, a half-smile crept onto her face as she sensed he was honestly thinking about pet dragons. And the possibilities, but the smile grew more at the switch to saving the creature from the students. That was so true. She’d already had at least one moment of worry over Anastasia, when it came to notice from students. Bowie, less so, but then the crup was too energetic to worry about student handling. That was definitely more of a ‘worry about the students’ situation, not the other way around. His words, not to mention the spectacularly failed attempt at an injured look, only brought another laugh forward, however. “No, I don’t. But at least you can’t say you haven’t been warned,” she responded, trailing off as his attention shifted to a plaque. Craning her neck, inadvertently loosening another coil of hair from her haphazard feather pinning, she tried to peer at it herself, over his shoulder, curiosity mounting, but resigned herself to having to look later as he turned back to her. She could ask again, but she knew by now it would just lead to another diversion. And they already had one, in her comment about snacks.

She regarded him for a moment as he actually reacted to the revelation, then gave him another half-smile. “If it makes you feel any better, the distraction of this room postponed it before you could have,” she replied. So true, and in a way his arrival had merely provided more of a distraction. She hardly felt the need for sustenance anymore, but knew it was still necessary, and she gave him a slight shrug at the offer. “We could. If you like,” she said vaguely, before a mischievous grin broke out on her face again. “Professor Descoteaux, would you like to join me in a snack raid?” The facetiousness of the question was highly apparent, even as the intent was less so. She had thought about asking if he wanted to join her, after all. Before the ironic distraction of his appearance when she’d least expected.

She had a point, there. "The sorting hat certainly isn't going to run out of business anytime soon," Jared smiled. No matter how much times change, basic traits such as courage, intelligence, ambitiousness and loyalty don't. That said, even those basic traits could cover such a large number of different qualities and drawbacks. If all the Eagles had been book-smart, for instance, perhaps no one could have taken the House Cup from Ravenclaw. Even a single trait could, in the end, make itself apparent in dozens of different ways.

Variety and unpredictability. Fantastic, as a combination.

He inclined his head, acknowledging her statement about having warned him. She had done that, even if teasingly, almost indirectly. Jared couldn't imagine a situation, or even a potential situation, in which she might need to spell out that warning for real, but her comment still made him half-smile as his thoughts returned, for a brief moment, to the earlier almost challenge-like mentions of breaking into her mind. Did entering another person's mind sans permission count as nefariousness? Possibly.

Ah. It was good knowing he hadn't been the sole cause of the delay, really. He'd not have wanted to keep her from something like that. Especially if she had especially come down for that purpose. Snack raid? Jared grinned lazily. "It'd be an honour, my lady." He responded to the facetiousness in her manner in mock reverential tones, the kind a knight-in-shining-armour from a seventeen century story might have employed, when talking to a princess. "Please." His tones returning to their normal cadence, he motioned lightly for her to lead, though an amused spark lingered in his eyes and smile, both.

Ladies first.

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Maxilocks SS Featured Author Türk Bilgini Bugbear Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: {in a leap of faith} Posts: 31,791 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sarani Glass Graduated x12	♥ Mrs. Itachi Uchiha™ & MAJNOO! : Bleach & Kyo & Natsume ♥ [ Maxh!Jesh ] Text Cut: Is it? =pp Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger As the Hufflepuff topic gained a response, she smiled back. “Perhaps. I highly doubt they would have changed that much, though. If they had, sorting would have to change just the same.” The good old sorting hat and his songs. Those hadn’t changed, so she imagined the basic idea behind the sorted students hadn’t as well. Or at least hadn’t changed much. She’d wondered about her Ravenclaws occasionally. And at least it seemed she didn’t have to worry about him misinterpreting anything, not that the thought was really related to worry over Ravenclaws. The look on his face after her teasing comment regarding allowances for being cryptic simply distracted those thoughts, and she grinned. Odds were it wasn’t generosity behind it all, but the idea was entertaining. She was too good at being cryptic to adhere to rules about it, and she knew by now he was the same way. Trying to reign her in would be hypocrisy. Glancing at him again as they fell into another bout of silence, a half-smile crept onto her face as she sensed he was honestly thinking about pet dragons. And the possibilities, but the smile grew more at the switch to saving the creature from the students. That was so true. She’d already had at least one moment of worry over Anastasia, when it came to notice from students. Bowie, less so, but then the crup was too energetic to worry about student handling. That was definitely more of a ‘worry about the students’ situation, not the other way around. His words, not to mention the spectacularly failed attempt at an injured look, only brought another laugh forward, however. “No, I don’t. But at least you can’t say you haven’t been warned,” she responded, trailing off as his attention shifted to a plaque. Craning her neck, inadvertently loosening another coil of hair from her haphazard feather pinning, she tried to peer at it herself, over his shoulder, curiosity mounting, but resigned herself to having to look later as he turned back to her. She could ask again, but she knew by now it would just lead to another diversion. And they already had one, in her comment about snacks. She regarded him for a moment as he actually reacted to the revelation, then gave him another half-smile. “If it makes you feel any better, the distraction of this room postponed it before you could have,” she replied. So true, and in a way his arrival had merely provided more of a distraction. She hardly felt the need for sustenance anymore, but knew it was still necessary, and she gave him a slight shrug at the offer. “We could. If you like,” she said vaguely, before a mischievous grin broke out on her face again. “Professor Descoteaux, would you like to join me in a snack raid?” The facetiousness of the question was highly apparent, even as the intent was less so. She had thought about asking if he wanted to join her, after all. Before the ironic distraction of his appearance when she’d least expected. She had a point, there. "The sorting hat certainly isn't going to run out of business anytime soon," Jared smiled. No matter how much times change, basic traits such as courage, intelligence, ambitiousness and loyalty don't. That said, even those basic traits could cover such a large number of different qualities and drawbacks. If all the Eagles had been book-smart, for instance, perhaps no one could have taken the House Cup from Ravenclaw. Even a single trait could, in the end, make itself apparent in dozens of different ways. Variety and unpredictability. Fantastic, as a combination. He inclined his head, acknowledging her statement about having warned him. She had done that, even if teasingly, almost indirectly. Jared couldn't imagine a situation, or even a potential situation, in which she might need to spell out that warning for real, but her comment still made him half-smile as his thoughts returned, for a brief moment, to the earlier almost challenge-like mentions of breaking into her mind. Did entering another person's mind sans permission count as nefariousness? Possibly. Ah. It was good knowing he hadn't been the sole cause of the delay, really. He'd not have wanted to keep her from something like that. Especially if she had especially come down for that purpose. Snack raid? Jared grinned lazily. "It'd be an honour, my lady." He responded to the facetiousness in her manner in mock reverential tones, the kind a knight-in-shining-armour from a seventeen century story might have employed, when talking to a princess. "Please." His tones returning to their normal cadence, he motioned lightly for her to lead, though an amused spark lingered in his eyes and smile, both. Ladies first.