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feeheeheeny · 08-10-2014, 11:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Mo wished Cat was there already, actually. She was better at the cuddling and coddling business that Sophie really needed right now, and anything Mo said to make things better would just be a patch on the problem. Not a fix. All he could do was let her nestle against him and pet her hair occasionally and add stuff from his satchel to the growing pile in front of her. Mo stuff for Sophie. A quill in good condition, some peppermint toads, the golfball for Mophieball.

"I want the present now. Dunno when Cat will show up, and I want it now," Mo decided, reaching for her rucksack as if he was going to take it from her. "I don't want to be the star of your heart. You've already said I'm way too old for you, so I'll have to be the star of someone else's heart." Now gimme.

As the objects piled around them while they chatted, Sophie continued watching with curiosity until he was presenting her with a golfball.

Their golfball for Mophieball.

Not acknowledging the tears rapidly pooling in her eyes, her voice was steady as she squeezed the golfball and agreed, "Okay. Now, then." Tugging the rucksack back from him patiently, she dug her free hand inside, ignoring the teardrops that fell from her cheeks onto the bag and pulled out a good-sized vial of a molten gold-colored liquid - then she looked scandalized at what Mo said next. "Ew, nerd, I don't mean like that." She shoved him a little, her nose scrunching, "Tobes is that kind of star of my heart. You're more like... the hero of my heart. In a big brother kinda way." He knew that, though, surely, and was likely just teasing, but Soph gave him one more shove defensively and accompanied it with a grin.

Mo was such a turd sometimes.

"S'Felix Felicis. Your own vial. Culloden and I brewed it together this term in his office. He first gave me a lil vial as a present for his Potion Commotion thing, y'know, on the very first day of classes, and I talked him into teaching me how to make it." Imagine that. "Takes six months, so it was kinda like a secret, undercover term-long project - I wasn't allowed to tell anyone 'cause then everyone'd be wanting him to brew super cool potions like this with him, y'know? But anyway, I asked him if I could share some of it with you and Cat and he said I could, so..."

Her eyes were still blurred with tears, but her voice was still steady as she held the vial out to him with a weak smile. "Now that you're goin' off into the real world with real world dangers, y'never know... when, y'know, y'might need it. In case of emergencies. Could help. Or could be a fun thing. Whatever." Just don't break or lose it because it's worth a lot, she added silently, tearing her gaze back down from Mo to the golfball and finally wiped at her eye with a sleeve, her lips pressing together in a smile.

Mo may have been a big, dumb nerd, but Sophie sure loved him.

08-10-2014, 11:41 PM	#11 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter DMT Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,305 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	be curious, not judgmental Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin Mo wished Cat was there already, actually. She was better at the cuddling and coddling business that Sophie really needed right now, and anything Mo said to make things better would just be a patch on the problem. Not a fix. All he could do was let her nestle against him and pet her hair occasionally and add stuff from his satchel to the growing pile in front of her. Mo stuff for Sophie. A quill in good condition, some peppermint toads, the golfball for Mophieball. "I want the present now. Dunno when Cat will show up, and I want it now," Mo decided, reaching for her rucksack as if he was going to take it from her. "I don't want to be the star of your heart. You've already said I'm way too old for you, so I'll have to be the star of someone else's heart." Now gimme. As the objects piled around them while they chatted, Sophie continued watching with curiosity until he was presenting her with a golfball. Their golfball for Mophieball. Not acknowledging the tears rapidly pooling in her eyes, her voice was steady as she squeezed the golfball and agreed, "Okay. Now, then." Tugging the rucksack back from him patiently, she dug her free hand inside, ignoring the teardrops that fell from her cheeks onto the bag and pulled out a good-sized vial of a molten gold-colored liquid - then she looked scandalized at what Mo said next. "*Ew, nerd, I don't mean like that." She shoved him a little, her nose scrunching, "Tobes is that* kind of star of my heart. You're more like... the hero of my heart. In a big brother kinda way." He knew that, though, surely, and was likely just teasing, but Soph gave him one more shove defensively and accompanied it with a grin. Mo was such a turd sometimes. "S'Felix Felicis. Your own vial. Culloden and I brewed it together this term in his office. He first gave me a lil vial as a present for his Potion Commotion thing, y'know, on the very first day of classes, and I talked him into teaching me how to make it." Imagine that. "Takes six months, so it was kinda like a secret, undercover term-long project - I wasn't allowed to tell anyone 'cause then everyone'd be wanting him to brew super cool potions like this with him, y'know? But anyway, I asked him if I could share some of it with you and Cat and he said I could, so..." Her eyes were still blurred with tears, but her voice was still steady as she held the vial out to him with a weak smile. "Now that you're goin' off into the real world with real world dangers, y'never know... when, y'know, y'might need it. In case of emergencies. Could help. Or could be a fun thing. Whatever.*" Just don't break or lose it because it's worth a lot,* she added silently, tearing her gaze back down from Mo to the golfball and finally wiped at her eye with a sleeve, her lips pressing together in a smile. Mo may have been a big, dumb nerd, but Sophie sure loved him. __________________