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Magical Soul · 01-11-2014, 11:43 PM

Text Cut: Toby xD <3 and Cutty XD *squishes*

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

Aw, see?

See that?

Cutty was awesome, patting him on the back and stuff. Tobias sent over a grateful smile to his friend and a nod of thanks before looking back to Botros again.

"Thanks Professor. I reckon you'd probably be the one I'd come to in any case." Tobias wasn't able to say why. Maybe because the man was a lot older and wiser than many, if not all, of the people this Hufflepuff knew. Or he just gave off those VIBES. Maybe, subconsciously, because the man was a Hufflepuff himself (as Toby remembered from the post-summer visit in his second year). Point was, Botros was a bro.

Now, see... Tobias totally HAD been paying attention. Absolutely. Completely. Could probably repeat every part of the conversation that had gone on in front of him (for his best listening was done when he was fidgeting). But the boy was totally incapable of sitting still, and impulsive, and he figured that that might have been the reason for Cutty calling him out. After all, he probably LOOKED like he was disinterested.

The third year started slightly and immediately felt GUILT. Because he must have seemed rude and everything and sdfhsdhdksd. But Botros helped him out, at which point he gave a relieved grin. At least that was one person who understood.

"Yeah, those souvenirs, there," Toby nodded, and pointed over the the things on the back of the door to the office. "I was just checking to see if something was still up there. I... sorry." Apologetic smiles for Cutty because he did feel bad.

At the nod from Botros, Tobias got up and went to the door so he could point out the letter written in Elder Futhark with more precision. "This here. I wrote it for Professor Botros last year." The drawing that was also on the door wasn't from him; drawing was the sort of thing that required people to be able to sit still for long periods of time. No, his was just the letter.

And he beamed over at the Runes professor and at Cutty again, before starting back towards his seat again. He was thankful for the opportunity to get up and move his legs around, but Toby had left his cup of tea by his chair, and kind of wanted some more.

Quote:

Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Cutty nodded as the Professor mentioned the meaning of the word for Grandmother, because yes, he did have family in Egypt. Quickly, his perspective on Botros changed from a neutral analyzing one to delighted surprise. But he closed his large eyes and took a sip to conceal his joy behind a calm, focused veneer wishing not to look foolish before the older boy. "Ya3ni waldety masreyya." He began, explaining that his mother was Egyptian. He was unsure if that made him Egyptian, however. To some it was decidedly 'No.', but it did not destroy the fact that sometimes he felt more connected to the Nile than the Mersey or that a wedding could be detected by sound alone. "I like useful. Useful is the best."

"What about you, Professor? Enty masreyya? Are you Egyptian?" He thought this time to translate as he spoke for Tobias's benefit.

Cutty's hidden joy became harder to conceal with Tobias's face contorted graciously in that apologetic manner. "It's alright, Tempus. We're still friends." It was, Cutty thought, a better reaction than he could've hoped to get if he had been fishing for one on purpose. Tobias did care...at least, to some extent (even if Cutty didn't grasp why). And he could be controlled...again, to some extent. In a twisted manner, it gave him a sense of relief to know that there was some magic button he could push that would pull in the reigns and make him feel safe again. Dodge the strange feeling the boy often got from simply being around the third year. Cutty pulled the teacup away from his mouth but still working to conceal his satisfaction. He watched as Tobias moved over to the souvenirs, point one out and then came back again.

"You wrote that, Tempus?" Then he looked from Tempus over to the Professor. "Did he teach you how?" Cutty was getting excited, because maybe Runes would more or less be like learning another language. Perhaps he had been lying to the French girl when he said he had wanted to get into linguistics, but the boy did think there was something to be said of the joys of learning a new language. It opened so many opportunities.

What a horrid little boy.

Abraham smiled warmly at Tobias, somewhat relieved that the boy considered him when he needed someone to talk to. "I'll be here." Again, emphasizing wouldn't hurt.

Botros' eyebrows were raised as the Slytherin boy talked in Arabic. "Aah. Also an Egyptian mother." The boy might as well be Botros version in this new generation. Not personality-wise since the professor knew so little, but background-wise. "My father is English, but he married an Egyptian. I lived in Egypt after Hogwarts." He smiled over at Mordaunt, Ab didn't marry an Egyptian though. "We used to live in Alexandria. There is a Botros manor there overlooking the Nile." It was concealed from the muggles, of course, so he wasn't sure if Mordaunt would've heard of it (if he was a muggleborn).

Back to the letter, Botros had a proud wide smile on his face. "Why yes, of course I taught him how." He laughed and sent the teakettle floating to the boys again in case they wanted more tea, followed by the sugar. "Mr. Tempus is one of my brilliant young students. He showed great potentials in runic writing." Obviously. "I don't think I've seen you in any of my classes, Mr. Mordaunt." He looked from the Slytherin to the Hufflepuff, they were friends and seemingly so close in age so... somehow it was Tempus' responsibility that his friends attended Runes along with him.

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Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,520 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Text Cut: Toby xD <3 and Cutty XD squishes Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Aw, see? See that? Cutty was awesome, patting him on the back and stuff. Tobias sent over a grateful smile to his friend and a nod of thanks before looking back to Botros again. "Thanks Professor. I reckon you'd probably be the one I'd come to in any case." Tobias wasn't able to say why. Maybe because the man was a lot older and wiser than many, if not all, of the people this Hufflepuff knew. Or he just gave off those VIBES. Maybe, subconsciously, because the man was a Hufflepuff himself (as Toby remembered from the post-summer visit in his second year). Point was, Botros was a bro. Now, see... Tobias totally HAD been paying attention. Absolutely. Completely. Could probably repeat every part of the conversation that had gone on in front of him (for his best listening was done when he was fidgeting). But the boy was totally incapable of sitting still, and impulsive, and he figured that that might have been the reason for Cutty calling him out. After all, he probably LOOKED like he was disinterested. The third year started slightly and immediately felt GUILT. Because he must have seemed rude and everything and sdfhsdhdksd. But Botros helped him out, at which point he gave a relieved grin. At least that was one person who understood. "Yeah, those souvenirs, there," Toby nodded, and pointed over the the things on the back of the door to the office. "I was just checking to see if something was still up there. I... sorry." Apologetic smiles for Cutty because he did feel bad. At the nod from Botros, Tobias got up and went to the door so he could point out the letter written in Elder Futhark with more precision. "This here. I wrote it for Professor Botros last year." The drawing that was also on the door wasn't from him; drawing was the sort of thing that required people to be able to sit still for long periods of time. No, his was just the letter. And he beamed over at the Runes professor and at Cutty again, before starting back towards his seat again. He was thankful for the opportunity to get up and move his legs around, but Toby had left his cup of tea by his chair, and kind of wanted some more. Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah Cutty nodded as the Professor mentioned the meaning of the word for Grandmother, because yes, he did have family in Egypt. Quickly, his perspective on Botros changed from a neutral analyzing one to delighted surprise. But he closed his large eyes and took a sip to conceal his joy behind a calm, focused veneer wishing not to look foolish before the older boy. "Ya3ni waldety masreyya." He began, explaining that his mother was Egyptian. He was unsure if that made him Egyptian, however. To some it was decidedly 'No.', but it did not destroy the fact that sometimes he felt more connected to the Nile than the Mersey or that a wedding could be detected by sound alone. "I like useful. Useful is the best." "What about you, Professor? Enty masreyya? Are you Egyptian?" He thought this time to translate as he spoke for Tobias's benefit. Cutty's hidden joy became harder to conceal with Tobias's face contorted graciously in that apologetic manner. "It's alright, Tempus. We're still friends." It was, Cutty thought, a better reaction than he could've hoped to get if he had been fishing for one on purpose. Tobias did care...at least, to some extent (even if Cutty didn't grasp why). And he could be controlled...again, to some extent. In a twisted manner, it gave him a sense of relief to know that there was some magic button he could push that would pull in the reigns and make him feel safe again. Dodge the strange feeling the boy often got from simply being around the third year. Cutty pulled the teacup away from his mouth but still working to conceal his satisfaction. He watched as Tobias moved over to the souvenirs, point one out and then came back again. "You wrote that, Tempus?" Then he looked from Tempus over to the Professor. "Did he teach you how?" Cutty was getting excited, because maybe Runes would more or less be like learning another language. Perhaps he had been lying to the French girl when he said he had wanted to get into linguistics, but the boy did think there was something to be said of the joys of learning a new language. It opened so many opportunities. What a horrid little boy. Abraham smiled warmly at Tobias, somewhat relieved that the boy considered him when he needed someone to talk to. "I'll be here." Again, emphasizing wouldn't hurt. Botros' eyebrows were raised as the Slytherin boy talked in Arabic. "Aah. Also an Egyptian mother." The boy might as well be Botros version in this new generation. Not personality-wise since the professor knew so little, but background-wise. "My father is English, but he married an Egyptian. I lived in Egypt after Hogwarts." He smiled over at Mordaunt, Ab didn't marry an Egyptian though. "We used to live in Alexandria. There is a Botros manor there overlooking the Nile." It was concealed from the muggles, of course, so he wasn't sure if Mordaunt would've heard of it (if he was a muggleborn). Back to the letter, Botros had a proud wide smile on his face. "Why yes, of course I taught him how." He laughed and sent the teakettle floating to the boys again in case they wanted more tea, followed by the sugar. "Mr. Tempus is one of my brilliant young students. He showed great potentials in runic writing." Obviously. "I don't think I've seen you in any of my classes, Mr. Mordaunt." He looked from the Slytherin to the Hufflepuff, they were friends and seemingly so close in age so... somehow it was Tempus' responsibility that his friends attended Runes along with him.