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Lockhartian · 06-03-2011, 07:24 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Right. Speaking was probably higher up on the prefect’s priority list than smiling was. “I suppose eating would have been an issue as well,” she nodded getting a little serious for the moment as she tried to contemplate what would happen without a jaw bone. Her cheeks flushed just a bit – but probably not something noticeable unless you were looking for it. Someone would have had to spoon feed him, obviously. Ignore the fact that his hands would have been perfectly fine. “I don’t even remember whose potion I tested…I-I-I just remember crying in front of Professor Lafay.” Who she then thought was going to turn her into a newt for doing so. “I am glad that you, erm, I mean, we…everyone got their bones back.”

There was a look in Treyen’s eyes as he spoke to her that made her feel…like she had all the confidence in the world. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was a look that reminded her of how Adam had looked at her and now ~~minus the times when he wasn’t being obsessive~~ Connor. She didn’t feel so…lost…

“Y-Y-You really think so?” she asked peeking out from under her hood a bit and folding it back just a smidge. She still wasn’t taking it off. Nope. “I always thought it was a more genetic based reason as to why my brothers didn’t inherit the ability.” Then again, she really didn’t want to think about the chaos Ryunosuke and Junichiro would case if they were able to change their appearance at will. Takeshi was too timid to do anything other than stick his nose in a book.

Her thoughts suddenly went to Selina and HER ability. Kuruni’s seemed like something so small and so insignificant compared to what the second year was going through. “Thank you, Treyen,” she smiled looking up and locking her violet eyes on his. “For…you know…having confidence in me.” Merlin knew that she didn’t really have much in herself.

Then, she was back in excited kitten mode when he mentioned that he could perform non-verbal spells. “YOU KNOW HOW TO DO NONVERBALS!?” she squeaked as she clapped her hands together in front of her face as if she were praying to the all mighty spell gods to bless her with the ability to do so. “That is amazing! I wish I could do that. Is it hard? How did you learn?”

In her excitement, Kurumi failed to notice that her hood was slowly falling off her head. It fell completely off when Treyen shifted his position a bit to look at her. Eyes widening like a deer in headlights for a moment, it took her a brief moment to realize that he had spoken to her.

“I-I-I’m fine…now…” she nodded. You know, now that it didn’t feel like her heart was going to come leaping out of her chest. “I-I-I was just afraid that I was making you…uncomfortable…” Please say no please say no…
Kurumi giggled softly when he suggested that she was a one. “I suppose a 1 is a very Gryffindor sort of number to be,” she nodded. “Although, I sometimes have a hard time seeing myself as a true Gryffindor. Selina begs to differ with me.” She laughed a bit and failed to notice that her ever so slightly magenta hair was out in the open for everyone to see. It was turning back to black now that she had seemed to come to terms with the whirlwind of emotions that had threatened to take over moments earlier. “I’m actually an 8,” she explained in a matter of fact tone. Because, everyone knew what that meant.

“I suppose it is,” she said shrugging her shoulders a bit in response to the number eleven. “It was my number in class – number 11 girl that is.” She paused. Treyen probably had no clue what she was talking about. “Um…in schools in Japan, we are each given a number. So, in a class of 30, there would be number 1 boy and number 1 girl…and go all the way down.” Kurumi hadn’t really liked being referred to as a number at times, but she had grown to like her particular number. Mostly because of the meaning her father had attached to it, which is what she had begun to share with Treyen.

Eating! Well, that didn't cross his mind right now, but it probably did when he was in that lesson. That dreadful lesson. Just remembering how terrified he'd been was completely awful, and the potion he took, "Oh, I drank from Lafay's," he said, with one nod, "And I actually think it would be best to stop talking about it," because he was getting this weird feeling in his jaw that he didn't like. He even touched it to make sure it was there.

And he still thought that Lafay was the greatest Professor around. Amazing.

"Yeah, I'm also glad," clearly, it had meant a great deal to him to have his jaw bone back, and he actually remember that Fletcher only had a little bone from his toes removed, no? Wasn't it the pinky toe? He had to ask Fletcher, really.

He smiled again, he couldn't help it. The way she looked at him made him smile.

"Maybe there's some genetic involved too," little did he know about that subject, though, only the basics, "But I think the reason is because you can handle it," and she wouldn't go around messing with people and such. Her brothers would've probably done that, no? He actually had no idea.

Treyen was a bit lost in thought as he contemplated the violet in her eyes, yet it was nothing as close as the blue in Ellie's. "No problem, Kurumi," he said, half-smiling. And why only half a smile? Because it didn't really matter if he believed in her, as long as she believed in herself.

His eyes widened on their own at the excitement, and he couldn't help to chuckle, "I can only do two spells, I'm nowhere near 'fairly good' when it comes to non-verbals," awww, he was being modest, "You'll manage, someday, it just takes practice...I've been sort of teaching myself, actually, while consulting some books...and focusing a lot," he knew that if Kingsley had been around, then he'd be practicing non-verbals with the man. But, he only took some time alone to practice. Plus, it was sort of funny to annoy Chandler Accio'ing things around without saying a single word.

Wait. She was fine now, that only meant she hadn't been 'fine'. Was it his fault? OH! IT WAS HIS FAULT!! Awww, Kurumi was forever cute, seriously. And he even hated thinking about that word, but it suited this moment, "I wouldn't say you were making me uncomfortable," he said, as he took her hand again, "But you caught me off guard," and what ever happened to the 'not holding her hand again' promise? Well, he may forgotten this time, but he was quickly reminded by it when she started to discuss numbers again, and let go of it, softly, as if to make sure she never knew he was holding it in the first place.

"Not all Gryffindors are alike," which means, that the definition to every number doesn't apply to every person either. And he actually shook his head at his own ignorance, "What's an 8?" Kurumi must have understood the question, right? He was asking for the full meaning of the number. Not just the boss and power stuff.

Oooooh. Treyen tilted his head to one side as he listened to her explanation, "So, wait, you were called by a number? Not your last name?" that was...confusing.

06-03-2011, 07:24 AM	#230 (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: tomorrow, tomorrow whistles* AND...OMG! Pokemon! XD* Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Right. Speaking was probably higher up on the prefect’s priority list than smiling was. “I suppose eating would have been an issue as well,” she nodded getting a little serious for the moment as she tried to contemplate what would happen without a jaw bone. Her cheeks flushed just a bit – but probably not something noticeable unless you were looking for it. Someone would have had to spoon feed him, obviously. Ignore the fact that his hands would have been perfectly fine. “I don’t even remember whose potion I tested…I-I-I just remember crying in front of Professor Lafay.” Who she then thought was going to turn her into a newt for doing so. “I am glad that you, erm, I mean, we…everyone got their bones back.” There was a look in Treyen’s eyes as he spoke to her that made her feel…like she had all the confidence in the world. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was a look that reminded her of how Adam had looked at her and now ~~minus the times when he wasn’t being obsessive~~ Connor. She didn’t feel so…lost… “Y-Y-You really think so?” she asked peeking out from under her hood a bit and folding it back just a smidge. She still wasn’t taking it off. Nope. “I always thought it was a more genetic based reason as to why my brothers didn’t inherit the ability.” Then again, she really didn’t want to think about the chaos Ryunosuke and Junichiro would case if they were able to change their appearance at will. Takeshi was too timid to do anything other than stick his nose in a book. Her thoughts suddenly went to Selina and HER ability. Kuruni’s seemed like something so small and so insignificant compared to what the second year was going through. “Thank you, Treyen,” she smiled looking up and locking her violet eyes on his. “For…you know…having confidence in me.” Merlin knew that she didn’t really have much in herself. Then, she was back in excited kitten mode when he mentioned that he could perform non-verbal spells. “YOU KNOW HOW TO DO NONVERBALS!?” she squeaked as she clapped her hands together in front of her face as if she were praying to the all mighty spell gods to bless her with the ability to do so. “That is amazing! I wish I could do that. Is it hard? How did you learn?” In her excitement, Kurumi failed to notice that her hood was slowly falling off her head. It fell completely off when Treyen shifted his position a bit to look at her. Eyes widening like a deer in headlights for a moment, it took her a brief moment to realize that he had spoken to her. “I-I-I’m fine…now…” she nodded. You know, now that it didn’t feel like her heart was going to come leaping out of her chest. “I-I-I was just afraid that I was making you…uncomfortable…” Please say no please say no… Kurumi giggled softly when he suggested that she was a one. “I suppose a 1 is a very Gryffindor sort of number to be,” she nodded. “Although, I sometimes have a hard time seeing myself as a true Gryffindor. Selina begs to differ with me.” She laughed a bit and failed to notice that her ever so slightly magenta hair was out in the open for everyone to see. It was turning back to black now that she had seemed to come to terms with the whirlwind of emotions that had threatened to take over moments earlier. “I’m actually an 8,” she explained in a matter of fact tone. Because, everyone knew what that meant. “I suppose it is,” she said shrugging her shoulders a bit in response to the number eleven. “It was my number in class – number 11 girl that is.” She paused. Treyen probably had no clue what she was talking about. “Um…in schools in Japan, we are each given a number. So, in a class of 30, there would be number 1 boy and number 1 girl…and go all the way down.” Kurumi hadn’t really liked being referred to as a number at times, but she had grown to like her particular number. Mostly because of the meaning her father had attached to it, which is what she had begun to share with Treyen. Eating! Well, that didn't cross his mind right now, but it probably did when he was in that lesson. That dreadful lesson. Just remembering how terrified he'd been was completely awful, and the potion he took, "Oh, I drank from Lafay's," he said, with one nod, "And I actually think it would be best to stop talking about it," because he was getting this weird feeling in his jaw that he didn't like. He even touched it to make sure it was there. And he still thought that Lafay was the greatest Professor around. Amazing. "Yeah, I'm also glad," clearly, it had meant a great deal to him to have his jaw bone back, and he actually remember that Fletcher only had a little bone from his toes removed, no? Wasn't it the pinky toe? He had to ask Fletcher, really. He smiled again, he couldn't help it. The way she looked at him made him smile. "Maybe there's some genetic involved too," little did he know about that subject, though, only the basics, "But I think the reason is because you can handle it," and she wouldn't go around messing with people and such. Her brothers would've probably done that, no? He actually had no idea. Treyen was a bit lost in thought as he contemplated the violet in her eyes, yet it was nothing as close as the blue in Ellie's. "No problem, Kurumi," he said, half-smiling. And why only half a smile? Because it didn't really matter if he believed in her, as long as she believed in herself. His eyes widened on their own at the excitement, and he couldn't help to chuckle, "I can only do two spells, I'm nowhere near 'fairly good' when it comes to non-verbals," awww, he was being modest, "You'll manage, someday, it just takes practice...I've been sort of teaching myself, actually, while consulting some books...and focusing a lot," he knew that if Kingsley had been around, then he'd be practicing non-verbals with the man. But, he only took some time alone to practice. Plus, it was sort of funny to annoy Chandler Accio'ing things around without saying a single word. Wait. She was fine now, that only meant she hadn't been 'fine'. Was it his fault? OH! IT WAS HIS FAULT!! Awww, Kurumi was forever cute, seriously. And he even hated thinking about that word, but it suited this moment, "I wouldn't say you were making me uncomfortable," he said, as he took her hand again, "But you caught me off guard," and what ever happened to the 'not holding her hand again' promise? Well, he may forgotten this time, but he was quickly reminded by it when she started to discuss numbers again, and let go of it, softly, as if to make sure she never knew he was holding it in the first place. "Not all Gryffindors are alike," which means, that the definition to every number doesn't apply to every person either. And he actually shook his head at his own ignorance, "What's an 8?" Kurumi must have understood the question, right? He was asking for the full meaning of the number. Not just the boss and power stuff. Oooooh. Treyen tilted his head to one side as he listened to her explanation, "So, wait, you were called by a number? Not your last name?" that was...confusing.