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kayquilz · 09-10-2014, 03:35 PM

SPOILER!!: I HOPPPEEEE

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

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?!

Eden had heard that, too, and she just shrugged. "Same. I guess somehow...I fit in here." She glanced up at the knocker longingly. BElongingly, heh! Eden chuckled to herself, and then looked back down at Layla. "Yeah..I guess you're right." She sighed. "I've just been told my whole life I won't be anything. It's hard to look past that." She admitted, finally, to someone. Her hand ran through her hair as she ruffled it up a bit. "Dad's family's not fond of me." She blinked and looked down at the ground, drawing circles into the floor with her finger.

SHe had to smirk at her words about 'commoner' though. "You do talk commonly, but I would make fun of you if you were super posh--" she said with a chuckle. "I like the way you talk. You don't sound stuck up or anything--" which was good. She smiled encouragingly. "There's that crazy Scottish kid--Ceo--you can't understand half of what he says--so don't worry about that." Everyone had their own ways of speaking right? "Where are you from, exactly?" she asked, curiously. "I'm from Wexford, Ireland--" Yep. Down south in the country.

She even giggled a little..."That's a good idea." she said, nodding. "but--yeah--I want us all to get along for the most part. SO.." Yeah. "We should have a dormie MEETING and just...talk things out and stuff...communication is KEY--" she nodded and looked down at her letter...in which she had merely written, 'Dear EDDDDDIE, ' UGH. She sighed and folded it up. She would finish it later.

09-10-2014, 03:35 PM	#8 (permalink)
kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,185 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * SPOILER!!: I HOPPPEEEE Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot 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?! Eden had heard that, too, and she just shrugged. "Same. I guess somehow...I fit in here." She glanced up at the knocker longingly. BElongingly, heh! Eden chuckled to herself, and then looked back down at Layla. "Yeah..I guess you're right." She sighed. "I've just been told my whole life I won't be anything. It's hard to look past that." She admitted, finally, to someone. Her hand ran through her hair as she ruffled it up a bit. "Dad's family's not fond of me." She blinked and looked down at the ground, drawing circles into the floor with her finger. SHe had to smirk at her words about 'commoner' though. "You do talk commonly, but I would make fun of you if you were super posh--" she said with a chuckle. "I like the way you talk. You don't sound stuck up or anything--" which was good. She smiled encouragingly. "There's that crazy Scottish kid--Ceo--you can't understand half of what he says--so don't worry about that." Everyone had their own ways of speaking right? "Where are you from, exactly?" she asked, curiously. "I'm from Wexford, Ireland--" Yep. Down south in the country. She even giggled a little..."That's a good idea." she said, nodding. "but--yeah--I want us all to get along for the most part. SO.." Yeah. "We should have a dormie MEETING and just...talk things out and stuff...communication is KEY--" she nodded and looked down at her letter...in which she had merely written, 'Dear EDDDDDIE, ' UGH. She sighed and folded it up. She would finish it later. __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin