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Angie · 05-07-2013, 07:15 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Her eyes widened a bit at his confession. How did he not know where the kitchen was...? There were so many people always talking about it and well, she could have sworn that at least half of Gryffindor and taken it as their designated hanging out spot (Lion's ate a lot, herself included). She couldn't count how many times the others had run down to the kitchens for a late night snack or something. He was a Gryffindor, the trend would not miss him. Not if she could help it. "I could take you there sometime...it's kinda hard to spot unless you know what you're looking for." She use to wonder but being the curious person she was, she used to listen in on what people were saying. Paid off in the long run!

"I don't plan to tackle another any time soon." She said, producing a beam of her own. He was another happy one. She liked that. If she had to deal with just one more sulking kid who hated being in Gryffindor she didn't know what she'd do. Though she supposed that if he ever did he would have gotten over it by now. He wasn't a First Year, she remembered him from a few classes. "And he just kinda moved from crying to hitting himself on his own...I had to pull him away from the suits of armor." He was denting them and hurting himself, the first was pretty much whatever but the latter was NOT okay!

Look at that, a family name. Neat. Not many people have said that to her--GASP!! "You can't?? How come?? You're not...like...allergic are you??" She hated food allergies. They got in the way of some of the best foods. Like with her, she wasn't meant to have strawberries, they could land her in the hospital but they tasted so good.

Well, THAT explained it. Huh. Although it DID make him wonder how Alexa had found the kitchens if they weren't easy to find. "THAT... would be cool." He eyed her, speculatively, and considered introducing her to Edita and November. Clearly she would make a good ally - friend. Same difference. "But you said there were no elves left, though, so it'll probably be a sight for sore eyes." Very sad, indeed. And an unnecessary trip, too, but Ezra didn't want to be rude. "Should we bring something for the old one that stayed, though?" It seemed only fair if they were going to invade the elf's space.

Ezra was not unfamiliar with house elves and their peculiar behavior even if he'd never seen one for himself. But that didn't make Alexa's comment any better. "Horrifying." And he shuddered, but more because he wasn't build to stand theatrics in any shape or form than because he felt bad for the elf. It was part of their nature, after all, however terrible said nature was. If anyone was to be blamed, anyway, was obviously Truebridge for not giving them explicit orders to not hurt themselves.

He rubbed one of his palms against his tanned cheek, but didn't meet Alexa's eyes anymore. He just stared at the ice cream, looking mournful and accussing. "You can say that." He lowered his hand, and the other dropped the forked. Ezra tried to take a bite but stopped halfway, placing the burnt bread back in his plastic plate. "But healers call it lactose intolerance."

05-07-2013, 07:15 AM	#149 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Her eyes widened a bit at his confession. How did he not know where the kitchen was...? There were so many people always talking about it and well, she could have sworn that at least half of Gryffindor and taken it as their designated hanging out spot (Lion's ate a lot, herself included). She couldn't count how many times the others had run down to the kitchens for a late night snack or something. He was a Gryffindor, the trend would not miss him. Not if she could help it. "I could take you there sometime...it's kinda hard to spot unless you know what you're looking for." She use to wonder but being the curious person she was, she used to listen in on what people were saying. Paid off in the long run! "I don't plan to tackle another any time soon." She said, producing a beam of her own. He was another happy one. She liked that. If she had to deal with just one more sulking kid who hated being in Gryffindor she didn't know what she'd do. Though she supposed that if he ever did he would have gotten over it by now. He wasn't a First Year, she remembered him from a few classes. "And he just kinda moved from crying to hitting himself on his own...I had to pull him away from the suits of armor." He was denting them and hurting himself, the first was pretty much whatever but the latter was NOT okay! Look at that, a family name. Neat. Not many people have said that to her--GASP!! "You can't?? How come?? You're not...like...allergic are you??" She hated food allergies. They got in the way of some of the best foods. Like with her, she wasn't meant to have strawberries, they could land her in the hospital but they tasted so good. Well, THAT explained it. Huh. Although it DID make him wonder how Alexa had found the kitchens if they weren't easy to find. "THAT... would be cool." He eyed her, speculatively, and considered introducing her to Edita and November. Clearly she would make a good ally - friend. Same difference. "But you said there were no elves left, though, so it'll probably be a sight for sore eyes." Very sad, indeed. And an unnecessary trip, too, but Ezra didn't want to be rude. "Should we bring something for the old one that stayed, though?" It seemed only fair if they were going to invade the elf's space. Ezra was not unfamiliar with house elves and their peculiar behavior even if he'd never seen one for himself. But that didn't make Alexa's comment any better. "Horrifying." And he shuddered, but more because he wasn't build to stand theatrics in any shape or form than because he felt bad for the elf. It was part of their nature, after all, however terrible said nature was. If anyone was to be blamed, anyway, was obviously Truebridge for not giving them explicit orders to not hurt themselves. He rubbed one of his palms against his tanned cheek, but didn't meet Alexa's eyes anymore. He just stared at the ice cream, looking mournful and accussing. *"You can say that."* He lowered his hand, and the other dropped the forked. Ezra tried to take a bite but stopped halfway, placing the burnt bread back in his plastic plate. *"But healers call it lactose intolerance."* __________________