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DaniDiNardo · 02-18-2015, 11:57 PM

SPOILER!!: The 'how did you get in' bit XD

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

The whistle that left Sabel was legit. He was impressed, really impressed. Smart cookie this one, at least as far as books were concerned. Street smarts, that was still to be determined. Hogwarts had a habit of unwillingly forcing students to learn a few tricks, but there was no denying that the YATI program filled in the blanks. Fully.

He nodded in understanding. "Sounds familiar. I decided my first year in Hogwarts, which would have been...my fourth year. But I think I had an inclination before then." Though for him, there really hadn't been any other options or choices. "Why did you decide against the Daily Prophet?" As for that Dark Wizard part. He was just going to....let that one go. Yeah.

"Could I?" Sabel was tempted to put some of her hair against his head and ask for a mirror. He was curious, but this wasn't exactly a best friend he was talking with. A co-worker, acquaintance, turning possible friend. Providing he didn't add on extra disappointments. No, using her hair as a wig was not going to happen. "Maybe I'll use it as an undercover disguise one day." If he remembered.

Speaking of those points of disappointing. "No, no. I'll keep guessing." What would disappoint this girl? Not hair and not falsity of being an Auror. He was sure those would have been winners. "Alright, what about...I'm not a pureblood?" Was she one of those? He doubted it, but it was always a good idea to check. "And, if I've never caught a criminal before?" Surely that one would be on her list.

But thoughts of what could disappoint immediately melted away at the look on her face. Apparently, he had found something that could hardly disappoint. He paused so that she would have an easier time stepping onto his feet, and made sure to move extra slow so she wouldn't tumble off. Bonuses on both ends. She wouldn't get her feet stepped on, and he didn't really have to dance. He could care less what others thought if they saw. It was none of their business. "So, dancing is a thing for you then. Just with the right precautions in place."

For one who liked to lead, she sure didn't mind letting go.

And what a perfect demonstration of their disregard for conventions. "They have their place and time." Sabel agreed, turning them about slowly. He grinned broadly at her. "Perhaps I'll try it next time I go blonde."

Shaking his head, Sabel looked about for flowers. "Well that's the important thing to remember, right?" The steps, not so much. They could try the whole petal catching thing. It was a curious question as to how one could multi-task dancing and catching things at the same time, but there were none close at hand. And he didn't assume that the Minister or their department heads would be too pleased with such a display.

That whistle was more like it. At least he was starting to understand that she wasn't simply running around like a headless Cockatrice. Fully functional brain in this head...whenever she decided to use it. "Some of the exams weren't that Hard. Faked my Divination reading and got an 'O'." There was NOTHING in that bloody crystal ball...but she couldn't tell the examiner that now could she?

"You started in your Fourth Year? How come? Where were you first?" Transfers were always one of two things in her experience; eager and happy to meet new people and make friends or eager to insult the castle and wish they were wherever they were before. Needless to say she didn't get on well with the latter. As for the Daily Prophet, she just kinda shrugged. "It lost it's appeal is all." There should have been more to it, but there wasn't. When it came to some things, she was awfully fickle.

Oohhh undercover talk! "Definitely! They'd never know it wasn't legit." Of course in an actual operation no one really cared about the little details but still, he'd have looked nice with it.

And that was brilliant, he'd keep guessing! It's a good thing she was no longer on the floor because she'd managed to drown out the music somehow and would probably have been grossly off-beat. HE was much more interesting than dance steps. "None of my bestfriends are purebloods." Something she never gave much thought til just this second. It simply didn't matter. "That though," the not ever catching a criminal, "that makes three. I'm not sure what I'd think of you if you never did in all this time..." So there were THREE things afterall and he'd just guessed one. Progress!

She snorted at his question, being sure to hang on so she wouldn't fall off even at this slow pace. "Hardly but this makes it more tolerable. No effort on my part." In truth, she wasn't tremendously difficult to please. Just give her what she wanted or make her life easier in some way ~~with the exception of one area of her life where she would get fed up easily at always having what she wanted~~.

Hah, he was agreeing to the dress now. "You must let me choose the dress whenever you do find the time and place." Mostly because she wanted to be there to laugh but yeah...."S'hard to forget you hate something. Or maybe I could have liked it a bit more with a more cooperative partner." How hard was it to let her have her way?

02-18-2015, 11:57 PM	#45 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: The 'how did you get in' bit XD Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani The whistle that left Sabel was legit. He was impressed, really impressed. Smart cookie this one, at least as far as books were concerned. Street smarts, that was still to be determined. Hogwarts had a habit of unwillingly forcing students to learn a few tricks, but there was no denying that the YATI program filled in the blanks. Fully. He nodded in understanding. "Sounds familiar. I decided my first year in Hogwarts, which would have been...my fourth year. But I think I had an inclination before then." Though for him, there really hadn't been any other options or choices. "Why did you decide against the Daily Prophet?" As for that Dark Wizard part. He was just going to....let that one go. Yeah. "Could I?" Sabel was tempted to put some of her hair against his head and ask for a mirror. He was curious, but this wasn't exactly a best friend he was talking with. A co-worker, acquaintance, turning possible friend. Providing he didn't add on extra disappointments. No, using her hair as a wig was not going to happen. "Maybe I'll use it as an undercover disguise one day." If he remembered. Speaking of those points of disappointing. "No, no. I'll keep guessing." What would disappoint this girl? Not hair and not falsity of being an Auror. He was sure those would have been winners. "Alright, what about...I'm not a pureblood?" Was she one of those? He doubted it, but it was always a good idea to check. "And, if I've never caught a criminal before?" Surely that one would be on her list. But thoughts of what could disappoint immediately melted away at the look on her face. Apparently, he had found something that could hardly disappoint. He paused so that she would have an easier time stepping onto his feet, and made sure to move extra slow so she wouldn't tumble off. Bonuses on both ends. She wouldn't get her feet stepped on, and he didn't really have to dance. He could care less what others thought if they saw. It was none of their business. "So, dancing is a thing for you then. Just with the right precautions in place." For one who liked to lead, she sure didn't mind letting go. And what a perfect demonstration of their disregard for conventions. "They have their place and time." Sabel agreed, turning them about slowly. He grinned broadly at her. "Perhaps I'll try it next time I go blonde." Shaking his head, Sabel looked about for flowers. "Well that's the important thing to remember, right?" The steps, not so much. They could try the whole petal catching thing. It was a curious question as to how one could multi-task dancing and catching things at the same time, but there were none close at hand. And he didn't assume that the Minister or their department heads would be too pleased with such a display. That whistle was more like it. At least he was starting to understand that she wasn't simply running around like a headless Cockatrice. Fully functional brain in this head...whenever she decided to use it. "Some of the exams weren't that Hard. Faked my Divination reading and got an 'O'." There was NOTHING in that bloody crystal ball...but she couldn't tell the examiner that now could she? "You started in your Fourth Year? How come? Where were you first?" Transfers were always one of two things in her experience; eager and happy to meet new people and make friends or eager to insult the castle and wish they were wherever they were before. Needless to say she didn't get on well with the latter. As for the Daily Prophet, she just kinda shrugged. "It lost it's appeal is all." There should have been more to it, but there wasn't. When it came to some things, she was awfully fickle. Oohhh undercover talk! "Definitely! They'd never know it wasn't legit." Of course in an actual operation no one really cared about the little details but still, he'd have looked nice with it. And that was brilliant, he'd keep guessing! It's a good thing she was no longer on the floor because she'd managed to drown out the music somehow and would probably have been grossly off-beat. HE was much more interesting than dance steps. "None of my bestfriends are purebloods." Something she never gave much thought til just this second. It simply didn't matter. "That though," the not ever catching a criminal, "that makes three. I'm not sure what I'd think of you if you never did in all this time..." So there were THREE things afterall and he'd just guessed one. Progress! She snorted at his question, being sure to hang on so she wouldn't fall off even at this slow pace. "Hardly but this makes it more tolerable. No effort on my part." In truth, she wasn't tremendously difficult to please. Just give her what she wanted or make her life easier in some way ~~with the exception of one area of her life where she would get fed up easily at always having what she wanted~~. Hah, he was agreeing to the dress now. *"You must* let me choose the dress whenever you do find the time and place."** Mostly because she wanted to be there to laugh but yeah...."S'hard to forget you hate something. Or maybe I could have liked it a bit more with a more cooperative partner." How hard was it to let her have her way? __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.