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Lockhartian · 05-08-2011, 07:17 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

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."

Oh, that's right! He'd forgotten to reply when MacFuzzy asked them if they wanted beverages or something. Well, Treyen was good, so, none for him. "No, thanks Professor," he nodded, his breakfast at the Great Hall had been rather satisfying. Much more than dinner.

And why was Michael giving the man gloves? Man, odd Hufflepuff.

But his eyes weren't on Michael, they were on the Jarvey, and his shoes, until he heard a snap and looked up. Not before snorting at the creatures' words. He didn't find the words amusing, but the fact that it could speak was...well, let's say you didn't see that everyday.

Funny, indeed.

Oooooooh, so he came from those MacFustys. How interesting. He smiled when the man answered, and then smirked at the mention of dragons, "Nah, my sister does, though, she's worked with little Opaleyes before," like, before following her Quidditch career, that is, "And my uncle works in Romania...," he couldn't help but make a face, he didn't like the country as much, "...I only think they're cool creatures." Interesting choice of words. Cool.

In all fairness, Treyen has already been bitten many times by his sister's owl, so, the Jarvey's behavior was nothing compared to that, and...it was common behavior for Jarvey, anyway. "It's okay, I don't mind," as long as he gets to keeps his shoes. But, it appeared it was going to be that way, because the Jarvey flew out the window. Not literally.

Oh, of course. The sitting down part, he forgot. Next to Tiberius seemed like a good spot, no? Yeah, totally.

05-08-2011, 07:17 AM	#9 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,978 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Text Cut: MacFuzzzzzzy Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed 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." Oh, that's right! He'd forgotten to reply when MacFuzzy asked them if they wanted beverages or something. Well, Treyen was good, so, none for him. "No, thanks Professor," he nodded, his breakfast at the Great Hall had been rather satisfying. Much more than dinner. And why was Michael giving the man gloves? Man, odd Hufflepuff. But his eyes weren't on Michael, they were on the Jarvey, and his shoes, until he heard a snap and looked up. Not before snorting at the creatures' words. He didn't find the words amusing, but the fact that it could speak was...well, let's say you didn't see that everyday. Funny, indeed. Oooooooh, so he came from those MacFustys. How interesting. He smiled when the man answered, and then smirked at the mention of dragons, "Nah, my sister does, though, she's worked with little Opaleyes before," like, before following her Quidditch career, that is, "And my uncle works in Romania...," he couldn't help but make a face, he didn't like the country as much, "...I only think they're cool creatures." Interesting choice of words. Cool. In all fairness, Treyen has already been bitten many times by his sister's owl, so, the Jarvey's behavior was nothing compared to that, and...it was common behavior for Jarvey, anyway. "It's okay, I don't mind," as long as he gets to keeps his shoes. But, it appeared it was going to be that way, because the Jarvey flew out the window. Not literally. Oh, of course. The sitting down part, he forgot. Next to Tiberius seemed like a good spot, no? Yeah, totally.