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imaginarynumb3rs · 08-10-2014, 04:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Hey Ju

Best friend for life. ...Wow. People did have a lot of creativity and that could make them a bit... tacky. Agatha decided not to say much, but she just kept looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow until Fern said she wasn't a Muggleborn. Her expression went back to normal and she shrugged. Fine, she wasn't a Muggleborn. Not that Agatha would've minded it that much anyway. Simon was a Muggleborn and he was alright.

Fern's next comment, though, made Agatha's eyes widen and she sat up much straighter, even leaning forward a bit, and stared at Fern in awe. "Winged horses?! What kind of winged horses??" Not that it mattered that much; ANY type of winged horse - or even just a normal horse - was already AMAZING. It was like she was looking at Fern in a completely different light now. See, she KNEW there was something interesting about this girl. She must be her friend. She MUST. "Can you ride them??"

And oohh! The way she reacted to Bart's name was even better. Agatha was impressed and even smirked amusedly at the girl's sudden outburst of anger. She was usually on the other side in situations like this, and she admited watching someone getting angry like that was rather interesting. Especially if the subject also made you angry. "I hate him too. I was wondering if you liked him because Brynn hangs out with him a lot." The Slytherin explained and didn't even get mad at Fern's yelling. "I asked you that because I wouldn't be your friend if you liked Bart." Agatha said casually, leaning back on her seat again, never ceasing to watch Fern. Nevermind Brynn was friends with Bart. She had befriended Brynn before knowing the Ravenclaw knew that stupid boy. "That was a good answer." Smirk.

There. That was better. Basking in the girl's attention, Fern sat up straighter in her seat and gave a slight hair-toss before answering, "Thoroughbreds, obviously. We can trace all of their pedigrees back to the Carlson and Skjeggestad Granians. And of course I can ride them. One day, I'M going to be a jockey." That is, as long as she didn't grow any taller. But Fern was confident she wouldn't. She was approaching her fourteenth birthday, surely there were no more growth spurts in her future.

One moment the girl was looking at her like Fern was the most wise, beautiful, popular person she had ever seen. The next moment, she was giving Fern a smug little look that reminded the Hufflepuff of Cuthbert, and this overshadowed the fact that Agatha didn't like Bart either. "Stop looking at me like that!" she snapped, "If you keep on making that face, I won't be your friend!" So THERE!

08-10-2014, 04:44 PM	#16 (permalink)
imaginarynumb3rs Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: (GMT -5) Posts: 1,007 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fern Quimbley Third Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Hey Ju Best friend for life. ...Wow. People did have a lot of creativity and that could make them a bit... tacky. Agatha decided not to say much, but she just kept looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow until Fern said she wasn't a Muggleborn. Her expression went back to normal and she shrugged. Fine, she wasn't a Muggleborn. Not that Agatha would've minded it that much anyway. Simon was a Muggleborn and he was alright. Fern's next comment, though, made Agatha's eyes widen and she sat up much straighter, even leaning forward a bit, and stared at Fern in awe. "Winged horses?! What kind of winged horses??" Not that it mattered that much; ANY type of winged horse - or even just a normal horse - was already AMAZING. It was like she was looking at Fern in a completely different light now. See, she KNEW there was something interesting about this girl. She must be her friend. She MUST. "Can you ride them??" And oohh! The way she reacted to Bart's name was even better. Agatha was impressed and even smirked amusedly at the girl's sudden outburst of anger. She was usually on the other side in situations like this, and she admited watching someone getting angry like that was rather interesting. Especially if the subject also made you angry. "I hate him too. I was wondering if you liked him because Brynn hangs out with him a lot." The Slytherin explained and didn't even get mad at Fern's yelling. "I asked you that because I wouldn't be your friend if you liked Bart." Agatha said casually, leaning back on her seat again, never ceasing to watch Fern. Nevermind Brynn was friends with Bart. She had befriended Brynn before knowing the Ravenclaw knew that stupid boy. "That was a good answer." Smirk. There. That was better. Basking in the girl's attention, Fern sat up straighter in her seat and gave a slight hair-toss before answering, "Thoroughbreds, obviously. We can trace all of their pedigrees back to the Carlson and Skjeggestad Granians. And of course I can ride them. One day, I'M going to be a jockey." That is, as long as she didn't grow any taller. But Fern was confident she wouldn't. She was approaching her fourteenth birthday, surely there were no more growth spurts in her future. One moment the girl was looking at her like Fern was the most wise, beautiful, popular person she had ever seen. The next moment, she was giving Fern a smug little look that reminded the Hufflepuff of Cuthbert, and this overshadowed the fact that Agatha didn't like Bart either. "Stop looking at me like that!" she snapped, "If you keep on making that face, I won't be your friend!" So THERE! __________________