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Magical Soul · 10-29-2012, 01:38 PM

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Originally Posted by Jack-o'-LantERN

"He can't be offended. We barely speak to each other. I'm not sure he's aware that keeping bugs in his pockets and spiders in his hair will probably never get him a girlfriend, but he sounds like a good little Ravenclaw in that he cares more about his interests than anything else." Which was the definition of a good 'Claw... no matter that most of them failed to live up to it.

She focused on Bob's shell, gently massaging lose the flaking dirt from the creases and around the gems and then setting the fire crab on the ground so she could refill the bucket with clean water. Bob went back into the bucket with a little splash. "Like I said... not judging you. I just think there are lots of interesting things in this world, so I don't bother with the things I don't care about. I'm lucky that the classes I need for YATI don't fall into that category."

She did grin at that, and the grin widened when little fire crab legs flailed as Bob tried to climb out of the bucket. "What do you like? Or what do you love? Class-wise."

Her eyes and physical attention was on Peanut's shell but Louisa's real focus was on Vivi's words. She laughed, "That wasn't a serious comment. He doesn't get offended easily, I believe. I was around when he came to Hogwarts but we didn't really get familiar with each other until we became Prefects last year." And Louisa was grateful they did because Spike was one heck of an interesting Ravenclaw. "And I don't think he cares about girlfriends." She didn't say anything about Spike & Bee's awkwardness that seemed to surface and fade.

She put the brush away and grabbed a washcloth. Vivi was right and Louisa didn't think she was being judged - or well, she didn't really care. Much. Peanut was still trying to fart, it squirmed and tried to get out of the bucket reaching the conclusion that as long as he was in this trap, his powerful rear won't work. Louisa kept pushing him back and focused on his shell again, wiping it with the washcloth to get more of soil and dirt out. "You're interested in all of the subjects you're taking? I envy you." Louisa frowned at the solemn fire crab in her bucket and started massaging the shell.

"Charms. Basically because I never had any difficulty producing magic from my wand in my first year." Louisa's hands moved down to massage the grumpy fire crab's limbs. "And I like Divination. The idea of trying to analyze and rationalize the connection between one's questions and fate with earthly material is intriguing." She leaned closer into the fire crab so she could see where the edge of his shell met his butt and avoid it, and a lock of her hair slipped over her shoulder into the fire crab's face. So he bit on it. "What do you like? Not just care about but really like."

Louisa was straightening up again when she saw the creature's mouth on her long hair. "Not. The. Hair." She growled, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as her hands shakily pried Peanut off the red hair. She left the bucket and the creature for a while, staring down at the bitten strand and... trying not to recall any relevant oppressed memories attached to hairs and locks of hair.

Staaaaaare..

10-29-2012, 01:38 PM	#54 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Post # 7 massaging shell & body Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Jack-o'-LantERN "He can't be offended. We barely speak to each other. I'm not sure he's aware that keeping bugs in his pockets and spiders in his hair will probably never get him a girlfriend, but he sounds like a good little Ravenclaw in that he cares more about his interests than anything else." Which was the definition of a good 'Claw... no matter that most of them failed to live up to it. She focused on Bob's shell, gently massaging lose the flaking dirt from the creases and around the gems and then setting the fire crab on the ground so she could refill the bucket with clean water. Bob went back into the bucket with a little splash. "Like I said... not judging you. I just think there are lots of interesting things in this world, so I don't bother with the things I don't care about. I'm lucky that the classes I need for YATI don't fall into that category." She did grin at that, and the grin widened when little fire crab legs flailed as Bob tried to climb out of the bucket. "What do you like? Or what do you love? Class-wise." Her eyes and physical attention was on Peanut's shell but Louisa's real focus was on Vivi's words. She laughed, "That wasn't a serious comment. He doesn't get offended easily, I believe. I was around when he came to Hogwarts but we didn't really get familiar with each other until we became Prefects last year." And Louisa was grateful they did because Spike was one heck of an interesting Ravenclaw. "And I don't think he cares about girlfriends." She didn't say anything about Spike & Bee's awkwardness that seemed to surface and fade. She put the brush away and grabbed a washcloth. Vivi was right and Louisa didn't think she was being judged - or well, she didn't really care. Much. Peanut was still trying to fart, it squirmed and tried to get out of the bucket reaching the conclusion that as long as he was in this trap, his powerful rear won't work. Louisa kept pushing him back and focused on his shell again, wiping it with the washcloth to get more of soil and dirt out. "You're interested in all of the subjects you're taking? I envy you." Louisa frowned at the solemn fire crab in her bucket and started massaging the shell. "Charms. Basically because I never had any difficulty producing magic from my wand in my first year." Louisa's hands moved down to massage the grumpy fire crab's limbs. "And I like Divination. The idea of trying to analyze and rationalize the connection between one's questions and fate with earthly material is intriguing." She leaned closer into the fire crab so she could see where the edge of his shell met his butt and avoid it, and a lock of her hair slipped over her shoulder into the fire crab's face. So he bit on it. "What do you like? Not just care about but really like." Louisa was straightening up again when she saw the creature's mouth on her long hair. "Not. The. Hair." She growled, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as her hands shakily pried Peanut off the red hair. She left the bucket and the creature for a while, staring down at the bitten strand and... trying not to recall any relevant oppressed memories attached to hairs and locks of hair. Staaaaaare..