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Stefan · 01-01-2014, 08:38 AM

Text Cut: Cutty!

Mordred slightly raised both of his brows at the boy. “Merlin…you chew like a goat.” He smirked and shook his head. If the boy was Ethan—his younger cousin, he would already have lectured him about manners…and chewing gum. People often use it to mask their being coward, based on his observation as he accompanied his father these past two years. Both of his parents are accomplished aurors, and Mordred knew that he was about to follow the same path as his parents. That course shifted though, after his mother’s death. Aldrich Mordaunt did not want his only son to tread the dangerous path. Albeit his son’s protests, he stood firm with his decision and forced Mordred to study something else. The son, understanding his own father’s grief bowed down and studied dragons, instead. It offered the same action and adventure he craved, and decided to pursue that career further.

But, wait. What did he say? His father’s name? Mordred blinked, and shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. “This is really, really weird.” There can be no way that this kid is a Mordaunt. His father won’t mind, but his late mother would be appalled. The way this child carries himself around is nowhere near how Mordred was raised. His father, uncles and grandfather all shared the highest form of upbringing…except for one uncle, though Aldred never showed his wild side whenever his father was around. “…do I know him? Because I’m a Mordaunt.” Mordred tilted his head further examining the child and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

He shifted his stare from the child…to the woman who called out the kid’s name. “Cutty Mordaunt. That…doesn’t ring a bell. At all.” He examined the woman this time, all stressed and worked up over the boy’s mess. “A rascal, I see. I wonder if he’s adopted.” Because there was no way Mordred will make a mess and shame his own mother in front of anyone.

Mordred stepped up and helped the woman as she started picking up Cutty’s belongings. “He didn’t do anything, ma’am.” He said and glanced over to where Cutty was sitting. Mordred then saw the ends of the boy’s winter scarf that was caught in his closed and most probably over-stuffed trunk that he was sitting on. Silver and green. “A Slytherin.” He murmured and looked at the boy. “Well…that’s saying something…” He was…worried.

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Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,496 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Text Cut: Cutty! Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah He'd done it. Popped every last piece of bubblegum from the pack into his mouth and now Cutty Mordaunt was preparing to blow what he hoped would be the largest bubble King's Cross Station had ever seen the likes of. Then the man spoke and at first Cutty was not terribly surprised by the question. Many, young and old had the tendency to question his politeness. But when the man had pinpointed the fact that he went to Hogwarts 'n such, Cutty's already buggy eyes bulged, the gum resting in a protruding wad on the side of his mouth. "Ayeh! It is my business. I heard you sayin' m'dad's name." Cutty shot a glance toward the street parking sort of giving away where his parents (or parent, as it were) had gone. He felt oddly safe, though. No way this man would kill him. Here. In front of all of these people. Or would he? He was, afterall using invisibility magic out and about with muggles present. The thought actually did frighten Cutty a little, but he wasn't given time to remark on this fact, because his mother was already heading back. From what Soheir could see, her son was apparently engaged in a conversation with a young...and HELLO! quite fetching young man. She would've liked to have congratulated him were it not that her concern in the situation was actually not for Cutty, but for the man. "*Cutty Mordaunt!" Faster than her heels could carry her, she hoped her voice reached and would stop her son from antagonizing the man. "I am so sorry." She uttered to the man and picking up the pieces of Cutty's luggage when she finally reached them. "He won't do it again, I promise and I'm sure we can pay for it." It was as if she had said it all before. "C'mon, Cutty get your things. We'll be late for the train." Mordred slightly raised both of his brows at the boy. “Merlin…you chew like a goat.”* He smirked and shook his head. If the boy was Ethan—his younger cousin, he would already have lectured him about manners…and chewing gum. People often use it to mask their being coward, based on his observation as he accompanied his father these past two years. Both of his parents are accomplished aurors, and Mordred knew that he was about to follow the same path as his parents. That course shifted though, after his mother’s death. Aldrich Mordaunt did not want his only son to tread the dangerous path. Albeit his son’s protests, he stood firm with his decision and forced Mordred to study something else. The son, understanding his own father’s grief bowed down and studied dragons, instead. It offered the same action and adventure he craved, and decided to pursue that career further. But, wait. What did he say? His father’s name? Mordred blinked, and shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. *“This is really, really weird.”* There can be no way that this kid is a Mordaunt. His father won’t mind, but his late mother would be appalled. The way this child carries himself around is nowhere near how Mordred was raised. His father, uncles and grandfather all shared the highest form of upbringing…except for one uncle, though Aldred never showed his wild side whenever his father was around. “…do I know him? Because I’m a Mordaunt.” Mordred tilted his head further examining the child and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He shifted his stare from the child…to the woman who called out the kid’s name. *“Cutty Mordaunt. That…doesn’t ring a bell. At all.”* He examined the woman this time, all stressed and worked up over the boy’s mess. *“A rascal, I see. I wonder if he’s adopted.”* Because there was no way Mordred will make a mess and shame his own mother in front of anyone. Mordred stepped up and helped the woman as she started picking up Cutty’s belongings. “He didn’t do anything, ma’am.” He said and glanced over to where Cutty was sitting. Mordred then saw the ends of the boy’s winter scarf that was caught in his closed and most probably over-stuffed trunk that he was sitting on. Silver and green. “A Slytherin.” He murmured and looked at the boy. *“Well…that’s saying something…”* He was…worried. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.