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AmbiguouslyMe · 03-14-2012, 10:46 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Kurumi couldn't help but giggle. Sometimes you really needed a little bit of nonsense to take your mind of things and that is exactly what she was getting now. "I've...actually never had a s'more before," she admitted. There had been a s'more party in the Gryffindor common room during her third year that Lexi had started, but she never actually got around to eating one seeing as she had been too busy socializing. "Are they...good?"

Looking back at the tapestry now, Kurumi couldn't help by now sort of compare this man to Lockhart. Was it possible that the man was really only good at weaving spells or charms and the only way to sell his works was to make up elaborate stories about himself? Well, anything was possible in the wizarding world.

"Maybe. I think I'd like that one better than this one," she nodded. Hogwarts was full of tapestries and moving portraits. "I've heard Mermish is rather difficult to learn. My godfather can speak it and he tried to teach me some of it once...but nothing really stuck with me."

Emrys turned to look at Kurumi, skeptical and surprised at her lack of s'more experience. "Well, I think it depends on how well they're made," he said rather matter-of-factly. "If the chocolate doesn't melt too, then all you have is gooey marshmallow and cold chocolate. But when everything melts together, it's a gooey bite of wonderfulness." He nodded rather definitively.

"Though, if you really want something good, banana boats are the way to go." Mm. Emrys smiled, remembering the "camp outs" that his parents would do in the backyard for him when going camping with other children just wasn't an option.

Back to the conversation on language, Emrys nodded, rather impressed. "I have no talent for languages, often evidenced by the fact that I struggle with this one, sometimes." He was, of course, referring to his bumbling and stumbling. "Does your godfather work with other magical, erm, beings?"

That did not sound like a field Emrys had any interest in.

03-14-2012, 10:46 PM	#22 (permalink)
AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,674 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Kurumi couldn't help but giggle. Sometimes you really needed a little bit of nonsense to take your mind of things and that is exactly what she was getting now. "I've...actually never had a s'more before," she admitted. There had been a s'more party in the Gryffindor common room during her third year that Lexi had started, but she never actually got around to eating one seeing as she had been too busy socializing. "Are they...good?" Looking back at the tapestry now, Kurumi couldn't help by now sort of compare this man to Lockhart. Was it possible that the man was really only good at weaving spells or charms and the only way to sell his works was to make up elaborate stories about himself? Well, anything was possible in the wizarding world. "Maybe. I think I'd like that one better than this one," she nodded. Hogwarts was full of tapestries and moving portraits. "I've heard Mermish is rather difficult to learn. My godfather can speak it and he tried to teach me some of it once...but nothing really stuck with me." Emrys turned to look at Kurumi, skeptical and surprised at her lack of s'more experience. "Well, I think it depends on how well they're made," he said rather matter-of-factly. "If the chocolate doesn't melt too, then all you have is gooey marshmallow and cold chocolate. But when everything melts together, it's a gooey bite of wonderfulness." He nodded rather definitively. "Though, if you really want something good, banana boats are the way to go." Mm. Emrys smiled, remembering the "camp outs" that his parents would do in the backyard for him when going camping with other children just wasn't an option. Back to the conversation on language, Emrys nodded, rather impressed. "I have no talent for languages, often evidenced by the fact that I struggle with this one, sometimes." He was, of course, referring to his bumbling and stumbling. "Does your godfather work with other magical, erm, beings?" That did not sound like a field Emrys had any interest in.