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Maxilocks · 02-15-2011, 09:35 AM

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Originally Posted by HuggableTiger

The amusement on Renée's face didn't fade as Jared responded in kind to the fun. "Whyever would I do that?," she asked impishly. Not to mention she didn't see it as him exactly giving up easily. They both knew the instances would continue, and perhaps he'd get the upper hand eventually. "That you do," she replied as the conversation continued, however. There might be the enigmatic moments, but she had a feeling he was like her in wanting things to be real. Not cheap imitations. And something told her the pocket watch was just as authentic, although she decided not to ask. She filed the offer of giving her the time if she ever needed it away, though. "I'll keep that in mind then, monsieur." If he wanted to continue their feigned aristocratic behavior, she would respond in kind, even if there was still a bit of laughter behind her comments.

She grinned again as he responded almost as she'd expected to her comment abotu her house. "No, I can't say it does. I momentarily forgot I'm not the only one who can do their homework," she said, teasingly. Just as she hadn't forgotten him not having gone to Hogwarts. Although she couldn't say that little tidbit had been gotten from any sort of true research. The trophy room had done that for her. She'd certainly gotten other bits of information from him in the past, with her own brand of getting information, but at least he knew about it. She raised an eyebrow in mock question as he replied to her facetious comment about her French with a challenge, however. "You wouldn't," she said simply, before returning his lazy grin. "I'd know."

But then they were skirting the tables in the marquee, heading for the lake, and she found herself looking around at everyone they passed. The costumes were interesting, to say the least. There seemed to be a bit of a shared idea with the bulk of them, but she still felt individual in her own way. Then they were at the lake, and she turned to regard the icy surface with a little smile. "You'd think we had some sort of connection to this lake," she observed idly. It looked significantly different this time, but no less magical. She turned back to him as he spoke again, once again matching his grin. "I'd imagine they would respond in some sort of proper way. You can respond how you like, of course," she replied lightly. Her curtsy had only been in response to his own actions in the first place, and it was all in good fun anyway. Even though as professors she imagined they probably shouldn't be playing around this much.

"Don't tell me I come across as the kind to give up easily," Jared said, in mock horror. The look, not quite as petrified as he had intended it to be - mostly because he could not keep back a grin at her impish tones - faded into a light smile as she agreed that he did. Try.

"My pocket watch and I are at your service, madame," he said, inclining his head in a slight bow, amusement apparent in his eyes.

"And here I thought I hadn't done that since I graduated." This, in response to her remark about homework. He realized that statement of his, jokingly said, had probably steered the conversation to another - though not [u]un[/i]-school related - topic, but that was fine. Ever-changing subjects seemed part and parcel of the dynamic between them. "Ah yes," he agreed. "I suspect you would." Unless, of course, he chose to be extra polite and block the thought. Grin.

"That doesn't seem like such a bad idea, actually." Jared paused for a moment as they stepped outside the marquee and the cold air made its presence known, to take the lake in. Having a connection to a place as this, steeped in history and a witness to eras of change and revolution, should be unique. "Let's see..." He looked thoughtful, seeming to consider the best and most - to use her own word - "proper" course of action. Then --

"Teacup ride?" He asked, in a decidedly un-Victorian manner.

02-15-2011, 09:35 AM	#112 (permalink)
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: <33 Quote: Originally Posted by HuggableTiger The amusement on Renée's face didn't fade as Jared responded in kind to the fun. "Whyever would I do that?," she asked impishly. Not to mention she didn't see it as him exactly giving up easily. They both knew the instances would continue, and perhaps he'd get the upper hand eventually. "That you do," she replied as the conversation continued, however. There might be the enigmatic moments, but she had a feeling he was like her in wanting things to be real. Not cheap imitations. And something told her the pocket watch was just as authentic, although she decided not to ask. She filed the offer of giving her the time if she ever needed it away, though. "I'll keep that in mind then, monsieur." If he wanted to continue their feigned aristocratic behavior, she would respond in kind, even if there was still a bit of laughter behind her comments. She grinned again as he responded almost as she'd expected to her comment abotu her house. "No, I can't say it does. I momentarily forgot I'm not the only one who can do their homework," she said, teasingly. Just as she hadn't forgotten him not having gone to Hogwarts. Although she couldn't say that little tidbit had been gotten from any sort of true research. The trophy room had done that for her. She'd certainly gotten other bits of information from him in the past, with her own brand of getting information, but at least he knew about it. She raised an eyebrow in mock question as he replied to her facetious comment about her French with a challenge, however. "You wouldn't," she said simply, before returning his lazy grin. "I'd know." But then they were skirting the tables in the marquee, heading for the lake, and she found herself looking around at everyone they passed. The costumes were interesting, to say the least. There seemed to be a bit of a shared idea with the bulk of them, but she still felt individual in her own way. Then they were at the lake, and she turned to regard the icy surface with a little smile. "You'd think we had some sort of connection to this lake," she observed idly. It looked significantly different this time, but no less magical. She turned back to him as he spoke again, once again matching his grin. "I'd imagine they would respond in some sort of proper way. You can respond how you like, of course," she replied lightly. Her curtsy had only been in response to his own actions in the first place, and it was all in good fun anyway. Even though as professors she imagined they probably shouldn't be playing around this much. "Don't tell me I come across as the kind to give up easily," Jared said, in mock horror. The look, not quite as petrified as he had intended it to be - mostly because he could not keep back a grin at her impish tones - faded into a light smile as she agreed that he did. Try. "My pocket watch and I are at your service, madame," he said, inclining his head in a slight bow, amusement apparent in his eyes. "And here I thought I hadn't done that since I graduated." This, in response to her remark about homework. He realized that statement of his, jokingly said, had probably steered the conversation to another - though not [u]un[/i]-school related - topic, but that was fine. Ever-changing subjects seemed part and parcel of the dynamic between them. "Ah yes," he agreed. "I suspect you would." Unless, of course, he chose to be extra polite and block the thought. Grin. "That doesn't seem like such a bad idea, actually." Jared paused for a moment as they stepped outside the marquee and the cold air made its presence known, to take the lake in. Having a connection to a place as this, steeped in history and a witness to eras of change and revolution, should be unique. "Let's see..." He looked thoughtful, seeming to consider the best and most - to use her own word - "proper" course of action. Then -- "Teacup ride?" He asked, in a decidedly un-Victorian manner.