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*Lottiepot* · 09-09-2014, 10:42 PM

SPOILER!!: Could it be so?

Woah, Eden had a feisty temper on her when she wanted to. Layla was not exactly taken aback but she certainly raised her eyebrows at her fellow fifth-years sudden outburst. She merely stared at her until she had calmed down before she opened her mouth to speak. “I’d heard the hat ain’t ever wrong.” She inspected her freshly painted fingernails as she spoke before looking up at her roommate. “You’ve been here two days, you ain’t actually given it a chance..” If there was anyone that had the right to be bitter it was Layla who was completely different to most of the people here. She was still a muggle at heart. Yet she, on a promise to both her parents and to her cousin, was giving it that chance. “You might surprise yourself.” She looked back down at her fingers so she didn’t look too interested. Eden was a little too ‘woe is me’ for the fifteen year old.

Just.. meh? That was such a reassuring reaction. The blonde’s eyes focused forward on the wall on the other side of the corridor, taking in their architecture. “I usually keep myself to myself. I know I probably seem cold an’ distant at first..” She turned to look at Eden. “..I take a while to warm up to.” Honestly, she knew she was grumpy, favoured a frown and could be incredibly inapproachable but she was not always that way. “It ain’t about not havin’ friends, I ain’t that superficial.” As stated before, she didn’t mind being by herself. “Its about not fittin’ in.” People could say what they wanted about her but that didn’t mean she was likely to want to stay around. This wasn’t who she was.

Eden seemed to revert into an Irish accent and Layla assumed it was because she too had quite a distinct accent. Living in the south of London for all her life left her with the lilt, not quite as strong as her sister-in-laws but certainly evident among all the posh and middle class accents that seemed to scatter their way across the hallways. “I sound like a right commoner Eden, if someone’s gonna get judged its me.” She knew that she used grammatical errors, double negatives sometimes slithered their way into their dialogue but that did not mean she was stupid. It was just how she was brought up. She was proud of who she was and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

Urgh, that had certainly annoyed her. Why the heck she would’ve blamed Layla for something as petty as that was pretty pathetic if you asked her. She shrugged. “If I had purposefully stolen her slippers I would’ve disintegrated them not hidden them under my bed.. And anyway, what would I do with a pair of manky slippers?” Seriously?!

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Lottiepot Alley Proprietor Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,988 Hogwarts RPG Name: Apollonia Fergersnout Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Ackerly Ravenclaw Sixth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Tessa McKinley Nesting Occamy Rentals x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more SPOILER!!: Could it be so? Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz Eden Glared over at her. "I'm not a Ravenclaw--I should have been in another stinkin' house!" she said, and she growled a little. "I fit into my old house back at Durm just FINE. Ugh." She put her head in her hands and wanted to just...resort herself. Could she even do that? MEH. She didn't belong here. She had made so many mistakes--she couldn't get into the common room--she had NO faith in herself. None. "They are supposed to be logical. According to all the descriptions of them.." she said and sighed, leaning her head back on the wall now, her eyes a bit...moist. Right right, Layla wasn't a cow, no. Not the worst person she had ever met. "I know. Sorry. I just. Meh." She shrugged and ran a hand through her hair. Hmm. "I can understand not wanting to be here. I don't really, either, you know. I had more friends at my other school." She said, still looking over at Layla. Eden didn't want to be there, no, but she was trying not to be completely miserable about it. "Aye." She said, speaking much more comfortably now. "Hey--you're probly' goin' ter' be on the same level on me--" she said, and she blushed deeply. Wow. "SOrry. I can be so...Irish sometimes." She said and laughed. "I try not to show my accent much. Mostly cos' people get ideas about you." Yepp. Eden was NOT an angry person, nor was she easy to anger, which was a big stereotype about Irish people. "I'm not fiery at all. I mean I can be--when I feel attacked or that my friends are being attacked--but I mean...I'm usually very nice." Duh. She was here speaking to Layla all nice and such. "I know you didn't take Clara's slippers." She said softly, looking over at her with kindness. "It was probably one of the older girls' cats..sneakin' into our dorm an' such." She said, sighing. She just had Daisy...who didn't any of that sort of silliness. Woah, Eden had a feisty temper on her when she wanted to. Layla was not exactly taken aback but she certainly raised her eyebrows at her fellow fifth-years sudden outburst. She merely stared at her until she had calmed down before she opened her mouth to speak. “I’d heard the hat ain’t ever wrong.” She inspected her freshly painted fingernails as she spoke before looking up at her roommate. “You’ve been here two days, you ain’t actually given it a chance..” If there was anyone that had the right to be bitter it was Layla who was completely different to most of the people here. She was still a muggle at heart. Yet she, on a promise to both her parents and to her cousin, was giving it that chance. “You might surprise yourself.” She looked back down at her fingers so she didn’t look too interested. Eden was a little too ‘woe is me’ for the fifteen year old. Just.. meh? That was such a reassuring reaction. The blonde’s eyes focused forward on the wall on the other side of the corridor, taking in their architecture. “I usually keep myself to myself. I know I probably seem cold an’ distant at first..” She turned to look at Eden. “..I take a while to warm up to.” Honestly, she knew she was grumpy, favoured a frown and could be incredibly inapproachable but she was not always that way. “It ain’t about not havin’ friends, I ain’t that superficial.” As stated before, she didn’t mind being by herself. “Its about not fittin’ in.” People could say what they wanted about her but that didn’t mean she was likely to want to stay around. This wasn’t who she was. Eden seemed to revert into an Irish accent and Layla assumed it was because she too had quite a distinct accent. Living in the south of London for all her life left her with the lilt, not quite as strong as her sister-in-laws but certainly evident among all the posh and middle class accents that seemed to scatter their way across the hallways. “I sound like a right commoner Eden, if someone’s gonna get judged its me.” She knew that she used grammatical errors, double negatives sometimes slithered their way into their dialogue but that did not mean she was stupid. It was just how she was brought up. She was proud of who she was and she wouldn’t change it for the world. Urgh, that had certainly annoyed her. Why the heck she would’ve blamed Layla for something as petty as that was pretty pathetic if you asked her. She shrugged. “If I had purposefully stolen her slippers I would’ve disintegrated them not hidden them under my bed.. And anyway, what would I do with a pair of manky slippers?” Seriously?! __________________