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hermionesclone · 01-10-2014, 08:38 PM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

A soft, clicky-metallic sound was made when Cutty took out his cauldron and moved it about on the surface of the desk, having decided which potion he was to work on that day. His head was down as he worked to layout and clean his tools of the trade, which he did by use of magic.

His eyes shot open when he felt the Headboy's hand upon his head. He'd given Cassia Somerlad permission, but maybe it wasn't a bad idea to allow anyone with a badge touch-permission. Maybe? Maybe. Yeah. The corners of Cutty's mouth curled up in a pursed lip smile that somewhat resembled his mother's. He looked like a freshly awoken baby orangutan by the time Headboy was done with him because his frail and straight hair stuck straight up if he'd slept on it. And it stayed that way as the Slytherin boy ignored it. "That's exactly how I feel about it. Best sport in the entire universe!" Cutty mostly liked the high incident of accident and injury, and the strategy. To him, it was the engagement of scheme with all of the promise of a blood-sport. He was a barbarian.

What happened next was totally and utterly unbelievable...at first. Cutty expression washed to neutral, which may have given his ruffled hair a more ridiculous backdrop than the wide-eyed smile. He was able to ignore the Billywig boy comment for now, because Headboy!Alec was a gift that kept on giving. "What?? N'Noo." He said trying his best to be convincingly unconvincing. "I'm not afraid of some girl. I mean, even if she does have a temper and tried to beat up a fifth year student in our house...I just..No, no, I'm not." But, there was some part of him that genuinely didn't want to land Sophie Newell in trouble. Some weird Slytherin solidarity thing that they did in the name of house points. Or so they said. "Oh, please don't do anything to her. It's not her fault. She sort of fancies me and well, ...yeah." He said, trying to put a jilted-lover angle on this steaming pile of Abraxan excrement as he opened up a pouch full of little crystal phials his mum had gotten him from Diagon Alley. And, then he thought to add, "Though, if she pushes it too far, I promise I'll come to you." Confident nod. Confident smile. Because he knew Headboy could handle this. Oh, yes.

Cutty laid out his crystal phials one by one in front of his cauldron and then as casually as he could asked, "As for hair. Well, that's sort of why I asked. I can't do a thing with mine and I was wondering if you had any tips or secrets?" Like some type of initiation process. Hogwarts hair club for men. "And, what do you mean 'Billywig Boy'?"

The fact that the younger boy was taking out his cauldron made the Head Boy realise what exactly he was here for. Potions. Independent brewing. Not to, you know, ~~check out~~ observe Billywig Boy's hair. But the Hufflepuff couldn't help it. This boy's hair was so... lush. How did he keep it looking so well? Alec wanted answers.

He grinned at the way ~~Elrod~~ Cutty's hair stuck up everywhere. See? Awesome. Mental approval was made towards the boy's hair and the way the boy was smiling. So he didn't mind the hair ruffling then? Good. Alec was very pleased. And this meant that his plan had worked, yeah? He had finally played something smoothly. This was a cause for celebration, obviously. "That's quite the compliment, you know," GRIN. "But I'm glad." That he liked the game so much. Nodnod. ... Wait... "If you like the game so much... why don't you try out for your house team?" Unless the boy had done so already?

... Confused Summers was confused. And slightly alarmed. Cutty was saying no but... it was obvious that he actually meant that he was being bullied. That's what it sounded like to the Head Boy. WHOA. HOLD THE SNITCH. "She tried to beat up a fifth year?! Why?" Did Cassia and Theo know this? He furrowed his eyebrows as he kept on listening to the story... and then it made sense. Fancy. She fancied him. So this was a matter of the heart. "Do you like her as well?" he asked, eyeing the boy carefully for any tell-tale signs. Except... it was hard to do so when the Slytherin was going ahead with his potion. Alec did hope that the boy wasn't looking for love advice from this awkward seventh year. What would he even say? Give her flowers and chocolates? Write her a poem? Actually get her a billywig for her birthday? "Thanks for saying that." Cutty earned himself a smile and a pat on the shoulder for that.

Hair. THIS was something he knew a lot about. His grey-blue eyes landed on the younger boy's head again and he observed it quietly. Tips? Secrets? "Well... do you use conditioner? Conditioner's great if you want to keep your hair looking healthy. But... you want to find a balance, yeah? Too much of either one and it'll become greasy or... dry and flakey." Serious!nod. "Oh! Well... someone came to the Prefect's Compartment and said that you let out some billywigs on the train." Pause. "I think... you might know who I'm talking about." Sophie Newell: the girl who probably drew hearts around Cutty's name in her diary.

... Do girls do that?

01-10-2014, 08:38 PM	#13 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,843 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah A soft, clicky-metallic sound was made when Cutty took out his cauldron and moved it about on the surface of the desk, having decided which potion he was to work on that day. His head was down as he worked to layout and clean his tools of the trade, which he did by use of magic. His eyes shot open when he felt the Headboy's hand upon his head. He'd given Cassia Somerlad permission, but maybe it wasn't a bad idea to allow anyone with a badge touch-permission. Maybe? Maybe. Yeah. The corners of Cutty's mouth curled up in a pursed lip smile that somewhat resembled his mother's. He looked like a freshly awoken baby orangutan by the time Headboy was done with him because his frail and straight hair stuck straight up if he'd slept on it. And it stayed that way as the Slytherin boy ignored it. "That's exactly how I feel about it. Best sport in the entire universe!" Cutty mostly liked the high incident of accident and injury, and the strategy. To him, it was the engagement of scheme with all of the promise of a blood-sport. He was a barbarian. What happened next was totally and utterly unbelievable...at first. Cutty expression washed to neutral, which may have given his ruffled hair a more ridiculous backdrop than the wide-eyed smile. He was able to ignore the Billywig boy comment for now, because Headboy!Alec was a gift that kept on giving. "What?? N'Noo." He said trying his best to be convincingly unconvincing. "I'm not afraid of some girl. I mean, even if she does have a temper and tried to beat up a fifth year student in our house...I just..No, no, I'm not." But, there was some part of him that genuinely didn't want to land Sophie Newell in trouble. Some weird Slytherin solidarity thing that they did in the name of house points. Or so they said. "Oh, please don't do anything to her. It's not her fault. She sort of fancies me and well, ...yeah." He said, trying to put a jilted-lover angle on this steaming pile of Abraxan excrement as he opened up a pouch full of little crystal phials his mum had gotten him from Diagon Alley. And, then he thought to add, "Though, if she pushes it too far, I promise I'll come to you." Confident nod. Confident smile. Because he knew Headboy could handle this. Oh, yes. Cutty laid out his crystal phials one by one in front of his cauldron and then as casually as he could asked, "As for hair. Well, that's sort of why I asked. I can't do a thing with mine and I was wondering if you had any tips or secrets?" Like some type of initiation process. Hogwarts hair club for men. "And, what do you mean 'Billywig Boy'?" The fact that the younger boy was taking out his cauldron made the Head Boy realise what exactly he was here for. Potions. Independent brewing. Not to, you know, ~~check out~~ observe Billywig Boy's hair. But the Hufflepuff couldn't help it. This boy's hair was so... lush. How did he keep it looking so well? Alec wanted answers. He grinned at the way ~~Elrod~~ Cutty's hair stuck up everywhere. See? Awesome. Mental approval was made towards the boy's hair and the way the boy was smiling. So he didn't mind the hair ruffling then? Good. Alec was very pleased. And this meant that his plan had worked, yeah? He had finally played something smoothly. This was a cause for celebration, obviously. "That's quite the compliment, you know," GRIN. "But I'm glad." That he liked the game so much. Nodnod. ... Wait... "If you like the game so much... why don't you try out for your house team?" Unless the boy had done so already? ... Confused Summers was confused. And slightly alarmed. Cutty was saying no but... it was obvious that he actually meant that he was being bullied. That's what it sounded like to the Head Boy. WHOA. HOLD THE SNITCH. "She tried to beat up a fifth year?! Why?" Did Cassia and Theo know this? He furrowed his eyebrows as he kept on listening to the story... and then it made sense. Fancy. She fancied him. So this was a matter of the heart. "Do you like her as well?" he asked, eyeing the boy carefully for any tell-tale signs. Except... it was hard to do so when the Slytherin was going ahead with his potion. Alec did hope that the boy wasn't looking for love advice from this awkward seventh year. What would he even say? Give her flowers and chocolates? Write her a poem? Actually get her a billywig for her birthday? "Thanks for saying that." Cutty earned himself a smile and a pat on the shoulder for that. Hair. THIS was something he knew a lot about. His grey-blue eyes landed on the younger boy's head again and he observed it quietly. Tips? Secrets? "Well... do you use conditioner? Conditioner's great if you want to keep your hair looking healthy. But... you want to find a balance, yeah? Too much of either one and it'll become greasy or... dry and flakey." Serious!nod. "Oh! Well... someone came to the Prefect's Compartment and said that you let out some billywigs on the train." Pause. "I think... you might know who I'm talking about." Sophie Newell: the girl who probably drew hearts around Cutty's name in her diary. ... Do girls do that? __________________