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Slitherclaw · 09-15-2011, 12:11 AM

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Originally Posted by brave-at-heart-xo

"Yes, it is. Try not to sound so shocked." She meant it to be teasing, but he did actually sound genuinely surprised. "I guess you could say that. Back then and up until the second Wizarding War, there were always those people who thought purebloods were superior. It's just how it went. I'm sure there are still people who think that, actually. Purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle borns; it used to be a big deal. Blood status was really important here. It was the source for a lot of continuing rivalries; some passed down through families. I never had to experience it firsthand, but my dad used to tell me stories about it a lot."

It was strange, explaining something as important as this to someone; most of the students knew it. It was second nature to everyone by now, at least for the ones who had magic in their blood somehow, and those that didn't usually read about it before coming here. It was history. She hadn't realized that he might not have had to deal with all of this back in America.

"A play? There might be. I know there are books, because things like this basically shaped our culture here. But I'm not sure about a play." Even if she was a little theatre geek, she had never come across a play about her history.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye, taking note of their sudden closeness. They had both moved towards each other, and the space between them was down to mere inches. She couldn't help but smile happily, a light pink heat filling her cheeks. Every other thought left her head, their closeness was all she could focus on.

There was just something about right now, this moment, who they were. Back at Florean's when they had first met, there was something about him there, but it wasn't like right now. There he had been charming, perfection, everything a girl could have wanted and more. But here...this was new. He was mysterious and wonderful and alluring. He was a whole new definition of the word trouble; even his eyes seemed to dance with mischief as they stared at hers.

"We're absolutely forbidden." She said softly with a devilish grin. "I guess we'll just have to hold on to each other. For as long as possible." And in that moment, it's all she wanted; for him to hold her and not have to let go. "If you got caught, you might get expelled, and I don't want to risk that. Even if it was really important. At night."

Something MIGHT have popped into my head about being famous for writing the first ever play on British Wizarding History. Maybe. A blip. Perhaps a big blip but a blip nonetheless.

So here we were. Sylvester and Cinderella. Placed on opposite sides of a scale. However, here we were, and we were talking. And enjoying it. At least, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying our conversation very much. I inwardly grinned (which is difficult but possible). This time, both of us were in fairly comfortable positions, since we were sitting up instead of half sideways.

I couldn’t help thinking some of the cheesier of my stories. Of the flamboyant songs that made you want to dance and jump around. I felt that, somewhere, someone was playing that really cheesy dance music and I? I really wanted to just jump around. With Cinderella.

Of course, I also wanted coffee, and I’m sure that had nothing to do with music.

I was a little peachy. And she was a little pinky. As in, we were both blushing a little. I’m not sure why. I wasn’t really embarrassed. WAIT. Does blushing come as a result of happiness? I suppose so…Hm. This was food for thought.

“As long as possible.” I repeated. I smiled larger. If that was possible. “Of course…what if I didn’t get caught? At night.” I raised an eyebrow mischievously.

09-15-2011, 12:11 AM	#166 (permalink)
Slitherclaw Fire Slug Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: In a cloud. Maybe. Posts: 161 Hogwarts RPG Name: Justin Sigal Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by brave-at-heart-xo "Yes, it is. Try not to sound so shocked." She meant it to be teasing, but he did actually sound genuinely surprised. "I guess you could say that. Back then and up until the second Wizarding War, there were always those people who thought purebloods were superior. It's just how it went. I'm sure there are still people who think that, actually. Purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle borns; it used to be a big deal. Blood status was really important here. It was the source for a lot of continuing rivalries; some passed down through families. I never had to experience it firsthand, but my dad used to tell me stories about it a lot." It was strange, explaining something as important as this to someone; most of the students knew it. It was second nature to everyone by now, at least for the ones who had magic in their blood somehow, and those that didn't usually read about it before coming here. It was history. She hadn't realized that he might not have had to deal with all of this back in America. "A play? There might be. I know there are books, because things like this basically shaped our culture here. But I'm not sure about a play." Even if she was a little theatre geek, she had never come across a play about her history. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, taking note of their sudden closeness. They had both moved towards each other, and the space between them was down to mere inches. She couldn't help but smile happily, a light pink heat filling her cheeks. Every other thought left her head, their closeness was all she could focus on. There was just something about right now, this moment, who they were. Back at Florean's when they had first met, there was something about him there, but it wasn't like right now. There he had been charming, perfection, everything a girl could have wanted and more. But here...this was new. He was mysterious and wonderful and alluring. He was a whole new definition of the word trouble; even his eyes seemed to dance with mischief as they stared at hers. "We're absolutely forbidden." She said softly with a devilish grin. "I guess we'll just have to hold on to each other. For as long as possible." And in that moment, it's all she wanted; for him to hold her and not have to let go. "If you got caught, you might get expelled, and I don't want to risk that. Even if it was really important. At night." Something MIGHT have popped into my head about being famous for writing the first ever play on British Wizarding History. Maybe. A blip. Perhaps a big blip but a blip nonetheless. So here we were. Sylvester and Cinderella. Placed on opposite sides of a scale. However, here we were, and we were talking. And enjoying it. At least, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying our conversation very much. I inwardly grinned (which is difficult but possible). This time, both of us were in fairly comfortable positions, since we were sitting up instead of half sideways. I couldn’t help thinking some of the cheesier of my stories. Of the flamboyant songs that made you want to dance and jump around. I felt that, somewhere, someone was playing that really cheesy dance music and I? I really wanted to just jump around. With Cinderella. Of course, I also wanted coffee, and I’m sure that had nothing to do with music. I was a little peachy. And she was a little pinky. As in, we were both blushing a little. I’m not sure why. I wasn’t really embarrassed. WAIT. Does blushing come as a result of happiness? I suppose so…Hm. This was food for thought. “As long as possible.” I repeated. I smiled larger. If that was possible. *“Of course…what if I didn’t* get caught? At night.”** I raised an eyebrow mischievously.