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Angie · 05-07-2011, 07:21 AM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

His breath caught in his throat as the door opened and a smile broke out across his face. "It was you!"

It just sort of slipped out and Tiberius immediately winced at his outburst and blinked. "Sorry. Good morning, Professor MacFusty!"

Following through the door, he spied Treyen and another Hufflepuff already inside. That was fast! Standing, he slipped his arms into his robe, allowing them to find his trouser pockets.

"I thought I'd seen you at the feast but it wasn't until the end, so I wanted to see if it was really you," he offered by way of explanation. And now, well, he was inside. Did he actually have anything to talk about?

Better let the others go first.

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Originally Posted by Michael White

Moving to the couch and taking a seat. "Butterbeer would be great "looking over to see Bubba chewing on the compartment that held his jerky treats," Oi,you can say good bye and go get your own " Snaping his fingers twice at the bird ,who in turn Sqwaked back ,turned to the others giving each a hoot and flys out the door. " He really is a good owl but an awful mooch if you let him ,as for the gloves,It is cool my nan is from Wales,She allways telling me to take care of those that take care of you and your friends,and Bubba is my best friend,The way I see it if it flys,crawls,walks.or swims,you the MAN to see if there is a problem" quickly putting his hand over his mouth " Sir I am sorry ...Some time I tend to let my mouth just go."

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Tiberiuuuuuus! Wait. Tiberius knew the man? Where they...related?

That wasn't the important part, though, the main thing had been that Tiberius mentioned the man's name, and now Treyen could call him something other than 'Professor', or 'Sir', or...actually, that wasn't completely bad, calling him by either one of those options. But still, that was not the point.

MacFusty?

Why did it ring a bell?

"MacFusty? As in...the Scotland's MacFustys?" Treyen knew a thing or two about dragons, since his sister had been rather interested in them, and kind of still was. Weird girl.

The obliviousness was such, that the boy didn't even notice the Jarvey at his feet. It wasn't until MacFuzzy mentioned the creature, and then Treyen shrugged. "I...don't know? I carry no Gnomes...," which was something Jarveys loved to hunt, no? "...but...does he like Peppermint?" it had been widely known that this boy had a thing for Peppermint. Leaves, grains, mints, gum, you name it, he's got it. So, the smell of it would be obvious to creatures, like Walnut, Kurumi's cat.

Frown. "I'm not planning on giving him my shoes, just so you know," he wouldn't walk barefoot to the Castle, mind you, and if this got him in trouble with MacFuzzy, well, he could still sneak Aslan out of Hogwarts. He already HAD permission to do so, never mind what this Professor said.

Tiberius enthusiasm was contagious enough to make Lachlan smile enough for one of his dimples to show. It was also flattering because it meant the boy had enjoyed his classes back in Beauxbatons; it was an indication, really, that he hadn't been too terrible.

Or if he had, perhaps it'd been the fun sort of terrible? Was there even such a thing? "Why don't you take a seat, Mister Pryce?" And why were the other two still standing up? Lachlan shot the hammock that hovered near the middle of the hut a quick look, and vanished it with a flick of his wand. "Would you like anything to drink? Butterbeer? Pumpkin juice?" Had he had breakfast already?

Had any of the kids? Lachlan shot them all curious glances, and used his wand to summon a bottle of butterbeer and a glass for Michael. "Well, as long as you're sure, Mister White." Sometimes he wondered if affluent kids had any sense of value when it to gold. "It was very thoughtful. Thank you." There was absolutely no need for the gloves to be left hanging around so Lachlan vanished those, too, sending them to his room.

Michael White seemed to have no mouth filter, and Lachlan gladly let the boy rant to his heart's (or mouth's?) desire while he took care of picking up the magazines strewn on the carpet. "I'm glad you feel so strongly about your owl, Michael. Most people don't." A lot of people didn't think of owls, actually, as something other than a means of communication. Lachlan snapped his fingers at Stanley, and the Jarvey grumbled something that would have made MacFusty's mother blush.

Lovely. While Stanley scurried out of the hut by sliding out through the slightly opened window, Lachlan busied himself with placing the magazines on the coffee table. "The very same, Treyen. You're interested in dragons, I take?" He had a deathwish, then? Hufflepuff Misfit. "Please forgive Stanley's rudeness. He doesn't really like visitors. Or anyone, really.

...Were they still standing up? "Sit down, all of you, or this will get awkward, and awkward is bad."

05-07-2011, 07:21 AM	#8 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,611 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe His breath caught in his throat as the door opened and a smile broke out across his face. "It was you!" It just sort of slipped out and Tiberius immediately winced at his outburst and blinked. "Sorry. Good morning, Professor MacFusty!" Following through the door, he spied Treyen and another Hufflepuff already inside. That was fast! Standing, he slipped his arms into his robe, allowing them to find his trouser pockets. "I thought I'd seen you at the feast but it wasn't until the end, so I wanted to see if it was really you," he offered by way of explanation. And now, well, he was inside. Did he actually have anything to talk about? Better let the others go first. Quote: Originally Posted by Michael White Moving to the couch and taking a seat. "Butterbeer would be great "looking over to see Bubba chewing on the compartment that held his jerky treats," Oi,you can say good bye and go get your own " Snaping his fingers twice at the bird ,who in turn Sqwaked back ,turned to the others giving each a hoot and flys out the door. " He really is a good owl but an awful mooch if you let him ,as for the gloves,It is cool my nan is from Wales,She allways telling me to take care of those that take care of you and your friends,and Bubba is my best friend,The way I see it if it flys,crawls,walks.or swims,you the MAN to see if there is a problem" quickly putting his hand over his mouth " Sir I am sorry ...Some time I tend to let my mouth just go." Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian Tiberiuuuuuus! Wait. Tiberius knew the man? Where they...related? That wasn't the important part, though, the main thing had been that Tiberius mentioned the man's name, and now Treyen could call him something other than 'Professor', or 'Sir', or...actually, that wasn't completely bad, calling him by either one of those options. But still, that was not the point. MacFusty? Why did it ring a bell? "MacFusty? As in...the Scotland's MacFustys?" Treyen knew a thing or two about dragons, since his sister had been rather interested in them, and kind of still was. Weird girl. The obliviousness was such, that the boy didn't even notice the Jarvey at his feet. It wasn't until MacFuzzy mentioned the creature, and then Treyen shrugged. "I...don't know? I carry no Gnomes...," which was something Jarveys loved to hunt, no? "...but...does he like Peppermint?" it had been widely known that this boy had a thing for Peppermint. Leaves, grains, mints, gum, you name it, he's got it. So, the smell of it would be obvious to creatures, like Walnut, Kurumi's cat. Frown. *"I'm not* planning on giving him my shoes, just so you know," he wouldn't walk barefoot to the Castle, mind you, and if this got him in trouble with MacFuzzy, well, he could still sneak Aslan out of Hogwarts. He already HAD permission to do so, never mind what this Professor said. Tiberius enthusiasm was contagious enough to make Lachlan smile enough for one of his dimples to show. It was also flattering because it meant the boy had enjoyed his classes back in Beauxbatons; it was an indication, really, that he hadn't been too terrible. Or if he had, perhaps it'd been the fun sort of terrible? Was there even such a thing? "Why don't you take a seat, Mister Pryce?" And why were the other two still standing up? Lachlan shot the hammock that hovered near the middle of the hut a quick look, and vanished it with a flick of his wand. "Would you like anything to drink? Butterbeer? Pumpkin juice?" Had he had breakfast already? Had any of the kids? Lachlan shot them all curious glances, and used his wand to summon a bottle of butterbeer and a glass for Michael. "Well, as long as you're sure, Mister White." Sometimes he wondered if affluent kids had any sense of value when it to gold. "It was very thoughtful. Thank you." There was absolutely no need for the gloves to be left hanging around so Lachlan vanished those, too, sending them to his room. Michael White seemed to have no mouth filter, and Lachlan gladly let the boy rant to his heart's (or mouth's?) desire while he took care of picking up the magazines strewn on the carpet. "I'm glad you feel so strongly about your owl, Michael. Most people don't." A lot of people didn't think of owls, actually, as something other than a means of communication. Lachlan snapped his fingers at Stanley, and the Jarvey grumbled something that would have made MacFusty's mother blush. Lovely. While Stanley scurried out of the hut by sliding out through the slightly opened window, Lachlan busied himself with placing the magazines on the coffee table. "The very same, Treyen. You're interested in dragons, I take?" He had a deathwish, then? Hufflepuff Misfit. "Please forgive Stanley's rudeness. He doesn't really like visitors. Or anyone, really. ...Were they still standing up? "Sit down, all of you, or this will get awkward, and awkward is bad."** __________________