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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11
| be curious, not judgmental Text Cut: Perfect Ellie <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu "I think everyone's a bit surprised when they get a badge," Ellie laughed. Even though Louisa was already Prefect, she probably wasn't expecting a promotion. No Head Girl probably ever expected to be Head Girl. "She definitely deserves it, though." She was a top-marks, booky, Ravenclaw student. Totally deserving of Head Girl. Like Vashti.
She nodded, "That I knew." That Milton was the Captain. Things got around in the Quidditch world. "He'll be good, though," she said, reassuringly. She could tell, Maximus James. "He won't be afraid to call people out when they're performing less than they're capable of."
The redhead only nodded more. It was very good that Aidan showed. She was proud of him already. And the 'good flyer' bit, she took as a personal compliment. She taught him to fly, after all. Corrected him where she could. Basically training him for the day he got to try out for his house team. But..."Seeker? You think?" He'd be doing that all on his own, then. Ellie never trained him to be a Seeker. More of a Keeper, actually.
Emmaleigh. Ellie bit her lip, both in anticipation of hearing more about this butterfly-inducing friend, and to keep herself from smiling too much and making embarrassing comments on it. The 'heart of gold' almost ruined it, though. "She sounds excellent." For him. Hehe. And...demoted? "I hope not." But would she mind?
She'd have to actually meet this Emmaleigh to know that for sure.
Genevieve Branxton. ...Now why did it almost feel like Ellie was missing Hogwarts? Or at least missing out. There were new people that she didn't get to meet. Cool people. People that Max could break out of his people-watching bubble to talk to. "Oh." Max knew a bunch about the new Headmistress, it seemed. HOW? Ellie hadn't the faintest clue. It did seem sort of peculiar to her that the new Head of Everyone at Hogwarts was someone unstaffed for at least seven terms. But at least she did have prior teaching experience. Was that even the case with Tate? "She can't go scaring the students, though." Like Lafay. Lafay had a short temper. And the majority of the school's population stayed well away from her. Headmistresses were supposed to be nice. Helpful. Friendly.
Then Max turned the tables on her. 'How's life?' Heh.
Ellie scanned the room as she collected her thoughts. And yes, she saw Schirmer there. ...Was she back teaching? A question for Max later. ANDBENTLEYWASTHERE! Ellie should tell her about how she's all Professional now!
....At a later time. Maybe she'll owl her?
Because MAX was most important right now. He was the one she'd been missing. "I don't know what you don't know..." she began. "Portree has, like, grueling eight hour practices. Take up most of the day. But I love it. And stopped getting sore by every evening." Her body got used to it. "First match is coming up next month." Shame Max couldn't come. But Ellie wouldn't say anything about that. Surely he would think the same thing, but it wasn't like there was anything either of them could do about it. "That's all, really. I go to practice, go home." Basically the same thing every day. "See Treyen when I can. And other friends that have graduated." Actually, just Dallin and Ellie, really. Hadn't seen Vashti since her wedding, unfortunately. Nia she saw occasionally, if Finn happened to have her as company. Hm. Yeah. Maybe. Though when he thought about it, Ellie shouldn't have been all that surprised about being appointed Quidditch Captain. She had been a little star for her first terms on the team. THAT was a badge she should have anticipated. "I agree." Louisa was quite deserving; she seemed to be a good role model and a big help to the younger kids, especially with the mindset Max had suggested to her at the beginning of the term. Louisa was surely a bundle of fun, if she had been following his advice.
Milton would be good? She really thought so? Max watched her for a long moment, wondering if she was being truthful or merely encouraging, and murmured, "I'll take your word for it." But if Milton even TRIED to talk down to Max, they were going to have problems.
Playing for one term and being named Captain did not mean he was better than Max. No way.
Ellie sounded surprised that Max thought Aidan would make a good Seeker, which made the seventh year tilt his head slightly in confusion. Aidan was certainly swift enough for it, so... why not? "Yeah." He did think so.
He offered a few nods to Ellie's lone comment about Emmaleigh and he left it at that. There wasn't much more to say, was there? Ellie's expressions and subtle tone made it clear that she was drawing her own conclusions on the matter - conclusions that probably had some truth, but probably not quite to the extent that Ellie might have been pondering. Ah, well. Whatever made her happy. "No one could ever take your place."
On the matter of the Headmistress, Max shook his head. "Nah, she's not like... SCARY scary... she's just... well, she has the kind of personality where you know it's not a good idea to make her mad, y'know? She seems nice enough, but if you upset her, she'll probably grow fangs and claws and shoot fire from her eyes." His tone was light and he was close to laughter; he was clearly joking, but there was some seriousness behind it. Truebridge wasn't scary on the SURFACE, but underneath... Max suspected that she was not one to cross.
He listened intently while she spoke, his pointer finger subconsciously tracing the etching on the table in front of him once more. He knew the Arrows often had practices that long, too, but... "Eight hours?" Yuck. His nose scrunched up just at the thought. And he thought long practices run by ELLIE had been bad. They had never come close to practicing for eight hours. He couldn't even imagine. That had to have been a rough change in pace. "Must be a lot of fun though, yeah? You're finally getting to do what you love all the time." As a PROFESSIONAL. Ellie Stone was going to be a household name soon enough.
"Wish I could be there, ESPECIALLY for your first match against the Arrows." That would be a fun one. Even though his mother had retired, he knew Ellie would be reunited with an old classmate, Becca Parker. He would love to see the dynamic of those two teams on the pitch. "Glad you get to see Treyen, though. That must be a nice change." He looked up from the table and smiled at her, curious to see if she would elaborate on the topic of her boyfriend. He knew they had some problems within the last while, but... they were good now, right?
He finally took a moment to let his eyes scan the surroundings, noting the presence of present and former professors. Though he had no problems with any of them, they made him a bit uncomfortable with their judgmental eyes. But... they actually didn't look like they were paying much attention to any of the surrounding students. Hm. Interesting. Text Cut: Viv! Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin The place was dingy, but not any more than Vivi expected. She paused in the door to straighten the fake mustache she wore - a particularly ugly, bushy thing that she figured Selina (plus Minions) would really appreciate. She briefly scuffed a bit at the dirt on the floor before making her way over to a corner table and taking a seat against the wall. No one sneaking up on her from there.
She flipped the collar of her jacket up to look even more mysterious. The other patrons got an eyeball - at least two professors in the place, plus Max with some girl she didn't recognize. Vivi put her finger against her grinning!mustache mouth to shush Max and co. She was incognito, in spite of her obviously bright blond hair and blue eyes.
"Speak of the devil - there's Genevieve Branxton," Max whispered to Ellie as the door of the pub opened and Vivi Branxton herself walked in... fairly undercover. Was that a mustache? He stifled laughter, and a smile settled on his face when she seemed to acknowledge him by hushing him with a finger to her lips. He gave her a firm nod of understanding. Okay, Vivi. Whatever you wanted.
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