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Stefan · 06-03-2014, 02:50 AM

SPOILER!!: To Sherlock!Grayson. :3

Quote:

Originally Posted by hermionesclone

"Luck of the draw." It was true! The clouds were freaking idiots and they had to be the ones stuck with them. And then this boy was looking at the BRIGHT SIDE? What was he, a Hufflepuff? Grayson's blue eyes landed on the kid and he raised an eyebrow. He had a point, there was no point denying that. And then there was smirking. Full. On. SMIRKING. He liked the sound of manipulating it very much. "Uh huh. And it'll be easier to manipulate other types of clouds too." The idea of being masters of this class did a lot of things for the fourth year's ego. Really. "Looks like the clouds have to watch out then."

"That's not bad advice, you know." Just saying. Don't let it get to your head. Mad for being too forceful?! Grayson snorted. LOL. LOOOOOOOOOOL. The kid was sitting in his own snowstorm. Oh MAN. "Yeah, you certainly showed it who's boss, alright." There was grinning, though, so there's that. "Try again, mkay? Keep doing the boss thing because it worked for me." Kiiiiiiiinda.

High fives were NOT something he was used to receiving but that didn't stop the Slytherin from high fiving his fellow Slytherin back. This one was alright, really. He could produce FREAKING SNOWSTORMS, which he had gone on to do. Not being one good with words of comfort -- pointless, those were -- Grayson decided to move on to a NEW tactic. He shuffled over so that he was standing next to the younger kid. "Come on, we'll try it again. Maybe find a middle ground between our forcefulnesses so that we can make it snow properly." Just like Gold had done. Oh MAN. They needed to pick up the pace otherwise they're going to look dumb and, frankly, stupid.

"Finite!" The cloud went back to its usual annoyingly-fluffy look, which made the fourteen year old scowl again and let out a sound of disgust. It just looked like something that'd fart rainbows and glitter and Grayson hated that. "Ready?" He'd BETTER be. "Stiricidium Nubila!"

This cloud had better snow properly.

“Cloud manipulators. How about that? Or…Master of the Cloud?” Yeah, they should totally have a name or something after this. “If I’m not going to get it right today, I’ll stick to my Snowstorm. Which is wicked.” Not everyone can do that, yeah? See, faulty spellworks can be an advantage. “Snowstorm Maaaaan.” Yeah, he likes the sound of that.

Ethan stood up from his mound, did a little stretch and placed his hands on his hips; eyeing his cloud feeling a little proud. What’s not to be proud of anyway? The older kid was giving his approval and all that. He’s got this feeling that the older Snake don’t compliment much, so the idea made him feel great about himself. “Thanks, man.” Grins and nods for you, mister! It would have been better if he got a nice pat on the back, but then again—his fellow Slytherin wasn’t the touchy feely type, no? Okay. He can live with that.

The younger Slytherin nodded and joined his fellow Snake by standing beside him. Squaring his shoulders, he looked at his cloud again imagining it to be snowing in a normal fashion. His hair’s already a mess from the wind and stuff, so maybe a break from the Snowstorm would be better, yeah? He too didn’t want to mess the other boy’s hair because of his cloud. Besides, they’ve got a show to put on display for everyone to see.

“Middle ground. Copy that.” Ethan nodded enthusiastically and focused all of his energies on his wand. Vision, intent, follow through, emotion…check! “Ready when you are.” The Slytherin grinned as he pointed at his cloud, “Stiricidium Nubila!”

Bigger…darker… come on snow flurries.

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Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Grayson! Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy SPOILER!!: To Sherlock!Grayson. :3 Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone "Luck of the draw." It was true! The clouds were freaking idiots and they had to be the ones stuck with them. And then this boy was looking at the BRIGHT SIDE? What was he, a Hufflepuff? Grayson's blue eyes landed on the kid and he raised an eyebrow. He had a point, there was no point denying that. And then there was smirking. Full. On. SMIRKING. He liked the sound of manipulating it very much. "Uh huh. And it'll be easier to manipulate other types of clouds too." The idea of being masters of this class did a lot of things for the fourth year's ego. Really. "Looks like the clouds have to watch out then." "That's not bad advice, you know." Just saying. Don't let it get to your head. Mad for being too forceful?! Grayson snorted. LOL. LOOOOOOOOOOL. The kid was sitting in his own snowstorm. Oh MAN. "Yeah, you certainly showed it who's boss, alright." There was grinning, though, so there's that. "Try again, mkay? Keep doing the boss thing because it worked for me." Kiiiiiiiinda. High fives were NOT something he was used to receiving but that didn't stop the Slytherin from high fiving his fellow Slytherin back. This one was alright, really. He could produce FREAKING SNOWSTORMS, which he had gone on to do. Not being one good with words of comfort -- pointless, those were -- Grayson decided to move on to a NEW tactic. He shuffled over so that he was standing next to the younger kid. "Come on, we'll try it again. Maybe find a middle ground between our forcefulnesses so that we can make it snow properly." Just like Gold had done. Oh MAN. They needed to pick up the pace otherwise they're going to look dumb and, frankly, stupid. "Finite!" The cloud went back to its usual annoyingly-fluffy look, which made the fourteen year old scowl again and let out a sound of disgust. It just looked like something that'd fart rainbows and glitter and Grayson hated that. "Ready?" He'd BETTER be. "Stiricidium Nubila!" This cloud had better snow properly. “Cloud manipulators. How about that? Or…Master of the Cloud?” Yeah, they should totally have a name or something after this. “If I’m not going to get it right today, I’ll stick to my Snowstorm. Which is wicked.” Not everyone can do that, yeah? See, faulty spellworks can be an advantage. “Snowstorm Maaaaan.” Yeah, he likes the sound of that. Ethan stood up from his mound, did a little stretch and placed his hands on his hips; eyeing his cloud feeling a little proud. What’s not to be proud of anyway? The older kid was giving his approval and all that. He’s got this feeling that the older Snake don’t compliment much, so the idea made him feel great about himself. “Thanks, man.” Grins and nods for you, mister! It would have been better if he got a nice pat on the back, but then again—his fellow Slytherin wasn’t the touchy feely type, no? Okay. He can live with that. The younger Slytherin nodded and joined his fellow Snake by standing beside him. Squaring his shoulders, he looked at his cloud again imagining it to be snowing in a normal fashion. His hair’s already a mess from the wind and stuff, so maybe a break from the Snowstorm would be better, yeah? He too didn’t want to mess the other boy’s hair because of his cloud. Besides, they’ve got a show to put on display for everyone to see. “Middle ground. Copy that.” Ethan nodded enthusiastically and focused all of his energies on his wand. Vision, intent, follow through, emotion…check! “Ready when you are.” The Slytherin grinned as he pointed at his cloud, “Stiricidium Nubila!” Bigger…darker… come on snow flurries. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.