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Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year
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| Wowza! Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian
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. If the boys didn't incline to sit down, Lachlan wasn't going to force them. Instead, he busied on sitting down himself across the couch where the boy should sit, and began to arrange the magazines on the coffee table, in alphabetical order. "Antipodean Opaleye? Are your sister and your uncle people I should know, then?" Opaleyes were hardly his area of expertise, of course, but Lachlan prided himself on knowing enough about not only the Hebridean Black but other type of dragons, too.
They were one and the same in the end, really. Kind of like relatives who rarely saw each other and would not really get along.
Sounded a lot like his family. Quote:
Originally Posted by Michael White 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 " An unconscious smile tugged at MacFusty's lips when Michael went on to explain the origins of his owl, Bubba. "I didn't really like owls when I was young, myself." Wait. That'd sounded like he was ancient. "Younger, I should say."
He wasn't old. Almost Thirty-two was perfectly young. "But that may have stemmed from the fact that my own owl was a brat." Ruefully, he smiled. "You can say she worked by her own schedule and disregarded any orders I gave her." MacFusty scratched his cheek, while he's other hand momentarily discarded an old issue of The Snitch to the left side of the table. "Well, there's the School Owlery," That he'd never approved of--there were owl droppings everywhere. "But if you'd like, she can stay in the Nursery. She'll be surrounded by other creatures, but unless I'm mistaken--" And Lachlan knew he wasn't, [b]"--there aren't really any other owls there."
Looking up from July's issue of Wizard's Health, Lachlan's head tilted to one side. "Was that the sound of a kneazle out there?" And the sound of someone's steps?
Huh.
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