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sweetpinkpixie · 12-02-2014, 06:57 AM

SPOILER!!: you two lovelies and your sometimes questionable characters <333

Quote:

Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Text Cut: The Spawn of Evil Itself & Flammy

Cutty... was... smiling at her?

Sophie THOUGHT that's what it was, though it looked a little... twisted and not like normal people's smiles. But this wasn't a normal person, was it? No, the Ravenclaw didn't trust this kid at ALL, and at his attempted smile, she suddenly became very, very aware of her surroundings - he wasn't reaching for a wand, which was good, and he didn't seem to have any nasty tricks up his sleeve at the moment, so... maybe they could get through a conversation without a necessary, dramatic display of hatred?

But blast, when he moved for the objects in front of him, she was SO excited he was going to reach for a bite of his cereal - and of course he did not. Her face and posture both remained relaxed and calm, though, and she hummed her amusement at his words. "You don't seem entirely convinced, but having me as your ally probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Think of all -"

The THUD! of kneecap colliding with the wooden bench they were sitting on made Soph quickly lean away from Cutty - no, onlookers, she hadn't just been cozied up to Cutty Mordaunt - and she raised an eyebrow at Flamsteed who she was certain had ALMOST just swore in front of her. Heeeeehehehehehe. She tried not to, but she giggled anyway, then quickly straightened up and saluted him back. "Hello, professor. Got a few choice words to say there?" HEHEHE. Teasing, she made it clear that she was, and offered the man an even cheekier grin than the one he was wearing.

Quote:

Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Text Cut: Flammy Kneebang & Sopophorous Bean

"That's because I don't need convincing, Brown. I'd be stupid not to want yer in my entourage and quite frankly, I'm surprised yew haven't noticed my subtle advances." He would've liked to have thought himself that clever. And maybe he was if she had paid him no nevermind or gotten the entirely wrong idea from recent antics. Specific targeting, like the magical equivalent of gum in her hair that he pulled during the potions lesson, was so 9-years-old. But despite his ability to speak with adults and even include himself amongst them, who could ever accuse the boy of being mature?

Cutty heard Flamsteed's voice and put away the paper to draw his bowl of Pixie Puffs closer to himself. His fist tightened around the end of his spoon as he ladled some of the cereal into his mouth...and then some of it came out to the side as he sharply turned his head having witnessed Flamsteed's knee-to-table collision. "Professor, please. I'm trying to eat m'breakfast." He said, collecting himself and taking another spoonful in to make up for the one lost. He crunched and tried to swallow quickly...before Professor Flamsteed said or DID anything else. He still thought him a bit of an attention hog, but Cutty didn't mind this attribute of the Gryffindors. In fact, he sort of liked it. It enabled quite a bit to escape undetected. Such a beautiful distraction.

Clearing his throat, and eyeing the box of cereal on the table and the...er....bits that had escaped Mr. Morduant's mouth, the astronomer gave his knee another few rubs and then slid into the open space beside Miss Brown with his back facing the table. "Just a few," he chuckled, clearing his throat again and wiping his brow at that close call.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Mordaunt," he said, bowing his head and then peaking around the Ravenclaw. "Don't suppose you can spare some of the contents of that box?" He would rather like to get the spicy chicken wing taste out of his mouth and off his lips. Milk was good for that, but it was even better if it had cereal to soak in it. He had to wonder if Mr. Mordaunt, who was somewhat like him in his youth, shared a love of pouring the final bits of a box of cereal into a glass of milk. Just the sugary bits. The ones that were often seen as unwanted and tossed with the packaging when all the cereal was gone. Made for a nice little sweet accent to milk, in his personal opinion anyway.

"Hope I am not interrupting anything I ought not to be," he added as a sort of afterthought, rubbing his knee again. Merlin that was going to leave a bruise.

Ooooooooooowie.

12-02-2014, 06:57 AM	#50 (permalink)
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But this wasn't a normal person, was it? No, the Ravenclaw didn't trust this kid at ALL, and at his attempted smile, she suddenly became very, very aware of her surroundings - he wasn't reaching for a wand, which was good, and he didn't seem to have any nasty tricks up his sleeve at the moment, so... maybe they could get through a conversation without a necessary, dramatic display of hatred? But blast, when he moved for the objects in front of him, she was SO excited he was going to reach for a bite of his cereal - and of course he did not. Her face and posture both remained relaxed and calm, though, and she hummed her amusement at his words. "*You don't seem entirely convinced, but having me as your ally probably* wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Think of all -*" The THUD!* of kneecap colliding with the wooden bench they were sitting on made Soph quickly lean away from Cutty - no, onlookers, she hadn't just been cozied up to Cutty Mordaunt - and she raised an eyebrow at Flamsteed who she was certain had ALMOST just swore in front of her. Heeeeehehehehehe. She tried not to, but she giggled anyway, then quickly straightened up and saluted him back. "Hello, professor. Got a few choice words to say there?" HEHEHE. Teasing, she made it clear that she was, and offered the man an even cheekier grin than the one he was wearing. Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah Text Cut: Flammy Kneebang & Sopophorous Bean "That's because I don't need convincing, Brown. I'd be stupid not to want yer in my entourage and quite frankly, I'm surprised yew haven't noticed my subtle advances." He would've liked to have thought himself that clever. And maybe he was if she had paid him no nevermind or gotten the entirely wrong idea from recent antics. Specific targeting, like the magical equivalent of gum in her hair that he pulled during the potions lesson, was so 9-years-old. But despite his ability to speak with adults and even include himself amongst them, who could ever accuse the boy of being mature? Cutty heard Flamsteed's voice and put away the paper to draw his bowl of Pixie Puffs closer to himself. His fist tightened around the end of his spoon as he ladled some of the cereal into his mouth...and then some of it came out to the side as he sharply turned his head having witnessed Flamsteed's knee-to-table collision. "Professor, please. I'm trying to eat m'breakfast." He said, collecting himself and taking another spoonful in to make up for the one lost. He crunched and tried to swallow quickly...before Professor Flamsteed said or DID anything else. He still thought him a bit of an attention hog, but Cutty didn't mind this attribute of the Gryffindors. In fact, he sort of liked it. It enabled quite a bit to escape undetected. Such a beautiful distraction. Clearing his throat, and eyeing the box of cereal on the table and the...er....bits that had escaped Mr. Morduant's mouth, the astronomer gave his knee another few rubs and then slid into the open space beside Miss Brown with his back facing the table. "Just a few," he chuckled, clearing his throat again and wiping his brow at that close call. "Sorry about that, Mr. Mordaunt," he said, bowing his head and then peaking around the Ravenclaw. "Don't suppose you can spare some of the contents of that box?" He would rather like to get the spicy chicken wing taste out of his mouth and off his lips. Milk was good for that, but it was even better if it had cereal to soak in it. He had to wonder if Mr. Mordaunt, who was somewhat like him in his youth, shared a love of pouring the final bits of a box of cereal into a glass of milk. Just the sugary bits. The ones that were often seen as unwanted and tossed with the packaging when all the cereal was gone. Made for a nice little sweet accent to milk, in his personal opinion anyway. "Hope I am not interrupting anything I ought not to be," he added as a sort of afterthought, rubbing his knee again. Merlin that was going to leave a bruise. Ooooooooooowie. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes