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StarShine · 05-20-2013, 02:33 PM

Text Cut: Tobias

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Originally Posted by MaverickMagpie

"A squib means you're born into a magical family but you don't have any magical blood. It's like the opposite of a muggleborn, the way I hear it," Tobias explained, moving the rest of the food around his plate before he resumed eating it. He probably should have realised that not everybody learned new terminology at the same time as him, just like he didn't know what everyone else knew. "My parents were squibs, so they didn't know if I would have any magic in me or not, which is why nobody told me about magic. My grandparents were all magical though. My grandfather considered telling me about magic and wizards and stuff after I got my letter, but he thought it would be better to learn at school."

It was understandable enough. Tobias never resented anyone in his family about it... he could see where they were coming from. And after all, what difference would it have made if he had known?

He took that moment to eat some more food, washing it down every now and then. Tobias was starting feel full, however. The food may be bland, but it filled it's primary purpose: satiating their appetites and re-energising them.

This Forrest kid sounded interesting so far. And he'd also gone private with schooling and stuff, which was something Tobias could really relate to. Even beyond that, a few minor things struck him as similar. This was awesome!

"Well... I was homeschooled 'til I was eight, but my family figured I should make friends my age, so then my grandfather paid for me to go to this fancy school in the town where I live. So I got a private education and specialised teachers for certain kids who could handle me, but I still lived at home," he explained, probably in too much detail than was necessary. "Then I started being a bit more of a handful than before. I'd get into little bits of trouble here and there. My family thought it was all to do with my ADHD, but really the magic just helped me out a bit. You know... pranks and stuff. And also running away when I was going to get caught. Like, I'd run impossibly fast and end up somewhere on the other side of the school so nobody could blame me. And, you know... it helped with standing up to bullies." Everyone thought he was hyperactive and impulsive... and he was. But Tobias was mainly confident that he'd be able to get away with whatever he was doing. ADHD and magic was probably not the best mix.

He grinned as he remembered his school days fondly, before bringing himself back to the conversation. "Nothing too big... just loads of little things that I thought were normal or whatever. My teachers used to let me get away with stuff, though, because of the behavioural thing I guess. That's why my grandfather was keen for me to come here." He didn't think there would be such leeway here, and Tobias was inclined to agree.

"I never set anything on fire though," Tobias smiled, trying to let the other boy know without actually saying anything that he was teasing but only in a friendly way. "That does sound cool." The fire. Not putting it out.

Forrest nodded as his mouth was full again. So Tobias' parents lived like muggles, if he got it correct. When he put it, Forrest figured it was better for it to surprise, but then again, he'd have liked to know before going all the torture inside the family.

Mweh. What was done was done, no need to discuss it further. He swallowed at last.

"No one told me too," he said absent-mindedly. Well, obviously no one had told him. It was just Forrest's way of trying to make Tobias feel better, if he was down a bit. Forrest couldn't tell.

Forrest listened to him carefully, ceasing to eat at times. So not only he needed a special teaching to handle his magic. Up until now, it had been a secret burden on his heart, but it was relieving to hear that. Wait... was it okay for him to be happy to hear both of them needed 'special' education? He couldn't decide, and dropped the matter at last. He'd ask his mother later about it, in a bloody letter which was so artificial... it was nothing like a telephone, but he had to do with it.

He gasped at the running part, because--was Tobias aware how "Cool!" it was? "The fanciest thing I did was setting a paper on fire, but running is better," he commented, eyes all open in wonder. Maybe that was because he never did anything but things found him, so that he never had to run but had to defend. Shrug. In either case, magic helped them to stand against bullies and that made him like the boy even more. Their pasts were somewhat similar. He'd decided that it was good to feel relieved for having gone through similar things. That proved he wasn't a freak like his brother put it.

"Magic proves to be useful, after all." He grinned and drank some water. His plate was empty now, and he eyed his to see whether he was finished too.

Oh. He blushed and grinned afterwards, because even though he'd shaken out of fear for a long time then, it sounded cool now.

Checking his watch, he sighed. "I guess we should return to common room." It was almost first years' curfew.

05-20-2013, 02:33 PM	#11 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	Sure! You can wrap up. :) ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Text Cut: Tobias Quote: Originally Posted by MaverickMagpie "A squib means you're born into a magical family but you don't have any magical blood. It's like the opposite of a muggleborn, the way I hear it," Tobias explained, moving the rest of the food around his plate before he resumed eating it. He probably should have realised that not everybody learned new terminology at the same time as him, just like he didn't know what everyone else knew. "My parents were squibs, so they didn't know if I would have any magic in me or not, which is why nobody told me about magic. My grandparents were all magical though. My grandfather considered telling me about magic and wizards and stuff after I got my letter, but he thought it would be better to learn at school." It was understandable enough. Tobias never resented anyone in his family about it... he could see where they were coming from. And after all, what difference would it have made if he had known? He took that moment to eat some more food, washing it down every now and then. Tobias was starting feel full, however. The food may be bland, but it filled it's primary purpose: satiating their appetites and re-energising them. This Forrest kid sounded interesting so far. And he'd also gone private with schooling and stuff, which was something Tobias could really relate to. Even beyond that, a few minor things struck him as similar. This was awesome! "Well... I was homeschooled 'til I was eight, but my family figured I should make friends my age, so then my grandfather paid for me to go to this fancy school in the town where I live. So I got a private education and specialised teachers for certain kids who could handle me, but I still lived at home," he explained, probably in too much detail than was necessary. "Then I started being a bit more of a handful than before. I'd get into little bits of trouble here and there. My family thought it was all to do with my ADHD, but really the magic just helped me out a bit. You know... pranks and stuff. And also running away when I was going to get caught. Like, I'd run impossibly fast and end up somewhere on the other side of the school so nobody could blame me. And, you know... it helped with standing up to bullies." Everyone thought he was hyperactive and impulsive... and he was. But Tobias was mainly confident that he'd be able to get away with whatever he was doing. ADHD and magic was probably not the best mix. He grinned as he remembered his school days fondly, before bringing himself back to the conversation. "Nothing too big... just loads of little things that I thought were normal or whatever. My teachers used to let me get away with stuff, though, because of the behavioural thing I guess. That's why my grandfather was keen for me to come here." He didn't think there would be such leeway here, and Tobias was inclined to agree. "I never set anything on fire though," Tobias smiled, trying to let the other boy know without actually saying anything that he was teasing but only in a friendly way. "That does sound cool." The fire. Not putting it out. Forrest nodded as his mouth was full again. So Tobias' parents lived like muggles, if he got it correct. When he put it, Forrest figured it was better for it to surprise, but then again, he'd have liked to know before going all the torture inside the family. Mweh. What was done was done, no need to discuss it further. He swallowed at last. "No one told me too," he said absent-mindedly. Well, obviously no one had told him. It was just Forrest's way of trying to make Tobias feel better, if he was down a bit. Forrest couldn't tell. Forrest listened to him carefully, ceasing to eat at times. So not only he needed a special teaching to handle his magic. Up until now, it had been a secret burden on his heart, but it was relieving to hear that. Wait... was it okay for him to be happy to hear both of them needed 'special' education? He couldn't decide, and dropped the matter at last. He'd ask his mother later about it, in a bloody letter which was so artificial... it was nothing like a telephone, but he had to do with it. He gasped at the running part, because--was Tobias aware how "Cool!" it was? "The fanciest thing I did was setting a paper on fire, but running is better," he commented, eyes all open in wonder. Maybe that was because he never did anything but things found him, so that he never had to run but had to defend. Shrug. In either case, magic helped them to stand against bullies and that made him like the boy even more. Their pasts were somewhat similar. He'd decided that it was good to feel relieved for having gone through similar things. That proved he wasn't a freak like his brother put it. "Magic proves to be useful, after all." He grinned and drank some water. His plate was empty now, and he eyed his to see whether he was finished too. Oh. He blushed and grinned afterwards, because even though he'd shaken out of fear for a long time then, it sounded cool now. Checking his watch, he sighed. "I guess we should return to common room." It was almost first years' curfew.