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Michael White · 05-09-2011, 02:11 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."

Taking the butter beer and glass "TA" Mikey slides down the couch to make room "Well Bubba's mom Bertha was my moms owl.She never got to tell me what magical folk used owls for.i just thought it was neat that she would bring the mail in from the mail box.Then she got hurt right after Bubba hatched so I sort of had to teach him stuff.I think that is why he dont get on too good with outher owls.Wich is why I was kind of hopeing you wouldnt mind if he set himself up around here " pointing outside to one of the big trees " As long as he goes by your rules "

05-09-2011, 02:11 AM	#10 (permalink)
Michael White Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Wales Posts: 1,623 Hogwarts RPG Name: Michael White Seventh Year	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." Taking the butter beer and glass "TA" Mikey slides down the couch to make room "Well Bubba's mom Bertha was my moms owl.She never got to tell me what magical folk used owls for.i just thought it was neat that she would bring the mail in from the mail box.Then she got hurt right after Bubba hatched so I sort of had to teach him stuff.I think that is why he dont get on too good with outher owls.Wich is why I was kind of hopeing you wouldnt mind if he set himself up around here " pointing outside to one of the big trees " As long as he goes by your rules " __________________ I get by with a little help from my friends ◆◆◆