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DaniDiNardo · 02-19-2015, 01:34 PM

SPOILER!!: Sigh. He had to ask

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

"Faked...divination." Sabel blinked at Alexa in surprise. Now why hadn't he thought of that? Divination really was all about the touchy-feely aspect, and not necessarily always based on fact. As long as it sounded like a legit prediction, it could be taken as a legit prediction. It would have saved him a lot of trouble if he had just waffled the exam. But then, he had an argumentative head, and the thought had never crossed his mind.

A smile touched his lips as he chuckled. "Are you sure you aren't a Slytherin?" Because as much Gryffindor as he was seeing, he was also noting hints of snakeness. Not that he suspected that she had falsified her Hogwarts house. That was just something no one was keen on doing. For whatever reason, people were very proud of the houses they were sorted into and had no inclination to pretend otherwise.

Speaking of personal questions, was it that time already? Sabel looked away from her, deciding what he wanted to divulge and what was unnecessary. "I transferred from Canada at that time. Better schooling program than I was enrolled in." And other reasons, but now was not the time.

He nodded in understanding. Frankly, he was glad she hadn't joined the Daily Prophet. From what he knew about her thus far, she would have ended up being one of those irritatingly insistent reporters. At least this way she could put her energy to something with a little more impact.

Laughing, Sabel shook his head. "Not in a million years. Guess I'd have to do my eyebrows too, though." The thought of that had him wrinkling his face in distaste. Hair was one thing, eyebrows was another. "And the facial hair."

Reaching up, Sabel rubbed his chin in disturbed thought, being careful to keep one hand around Alexa's waist so she wouldn't fall off his feet. Not judgemental on blood type? Good. Sabel nodded in relief, and acceptance. "Blood never really mattered to me either." Especially not being muggle-born, but he wasn't going to give her all the tidbits about himself on their first meeting. That second point though, it had him blinking in suprise. "What? Three now? Can't you count that towards one of the one's I'm supposed to guess?"

Really, he wasn't trying to give her more ways that he could disappoint her. Just for that, he wasn't going to clarify whether he had or hadn't caught anyone yet. "Alright, then. Still 0 for 2." He scrubbed his chin again. What would make her pout? "Obviously dancing skills, eating etiquette and formal-wear is out, given you don't often stand on convention." What could he try next? And just how long was this song? "What if I told you I never played quiddich and ... I prefer cats over dogs?"

Cats and dogs. Definitely hit it on the money there. That was always a sticking point.

Putting returning his arm, Sabel smirked at her. "This time. Next time I get to ride on your feet."

As for that dress thing, why not? Why not go all out? Just group it with the hair change and it would be the perfect disguise. No one would even suspect. "You can choose the dress, if you supply the heels. Mind you, as long as it's not yellow. Wouldn't go with the hair, or my complexion."

Speaking of complexions, and things that fit together, Sabel could retain his curiosity no longer. As much as he had been determined not to ask, he couldn't help himself. He shook his head in disbelief even as the words came out. "So, what exactly, is you fascination with criminals?"

Good or bad road, he was going down it.

"Don't look so surprised." Really, don't. "It's all just a bunch of pseudo-scientific hokum." A term she'd adopted courtesy of her Astronomy Professor who shared her views on what a rubbish subject it was. "I'd have been sitting there the whole hour not seeing a thing in that crystal ball--but I was determined to get an 'O' if only to prove my Divination Professor wrong." Take that Professor Smiles.

It brought back some interesting memories she would admit and there was the faintest smile...until he said that. Being a Slytherin was nothing to smile about. "Gryffindor through and through. Anything you see might be an unfortunate reflection of my family." Long line of Slytherin purebloods mudded by the crimson and gold. Took them a while to get over it....a while and an unwelcomed half-blood of a little sister.

But she was all too happy listen to whatever reason he had for transferring. Shame that was all he gave for it. Better schooling so they moved. "Oh. Fair enough. Did you like it better at Hogwarts?" That question was always a toss up considering there were some very ungrateful people in this world. He didn't strike her as one of them but then again how much did she really know?

His face wrinkling had her laughing. "Come on, it wouldn't be that bad, there's a spell to try that out, see if you like it before going undercover with it." But she'd still wanna see in case he didn't like it and decided it wouldn't work for the mission at all...just so they were clear on that.

Lex was sure to hold on just a little tighter after he removed on of his hands, even if the other was still enough to keep her from falling, just instinct was all but she was shaking her head with a firm grin in place. "Nope, can't add that to it. It's now three so technically 1 of 3 which sounds way better than 0 of 2." The latter implied he wasn't right at all. Dude was SO welcome. There was more shaking of her head as he went through dinner etiquette and the like. Nope nope nop--"I'd be more shocked than disappointed if you've never played Quidditch." Because that...that wasn't a thing....was it? "But I own a kneazle so I'm on that feline ship too if you really are."

The girl stifled another laugh, opting to look down at their feet. "I'd have to make you feather light first because you're probably heavy." And how odd would that look? Definitely worth a few stares for anyone interested. Hahaha.

Laughter stifling was getting harder though. You just...couldn't NOT laugh when he went and said things like that and so she did. "My cousin's got an insane collection of them, I'm sure we can find one that's just perfect for you. Gonna look epic." And hilarious, but that part was already a given.

But then the conversation took a shift. He actually wanted to know? Somehow she thought he'd dropped it back at the table. It wasn't all that complicated...Lex shrugged, figuring the simplest way to explain something like this. "They know how to make the people they don't like hurt and disappear. It's a useful skill to have. Their minds are useful things to have. They know the best curses. They're also the only ones without qualms on teaching dark arts and never ask questions when you say you wanna learn. Never ask if you aren't too young, never tell you to use the spells responsibly and they never tell you 'you're a good girl, you shouldn't be learning such nasty things. how's about I teach you something else?'." If she wanted to learn something else she'd have said as much.

02-19-2015, 01:34 PM	#50 (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!!: Sigh. He had to ask Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani "Faked...divination." Sabel blinked at Alexa in surprise. Now why hadn't he thought of that? Divination really was all about the touchy-feely aspect, and not necessarily always based on fact. As long as it sounded like a legit prediction, it could be taken as a legit prediction. It would have saved him a lot of trouble if he had just waffled the exam. But then, he had an argumentative head, and the thought had never crossed his mind. A smile touched his lips as he chuckled. "Are you sure you aren't a Slytherin?" Because as much Gryffindor as he was seeing, he was also noting hints of snakeness. Not that he suspected that she had falsified her Hogwarts house. That was just something no one was keen on doing. For whatever reason, people were very proud of the houses they were sorted into and had no inclination to pretend otherwise. Speaking of personal questions, was it that time already? Sabel looked away from her, deciding what he wanted to divulge and what was unnecessary. "I transferred from Canada at that time. Better schooling program than I was enrolled in." And other reasons, but now was not the time. He nodded in understanding. Frankly, he was glad she hadn't joined the Daily Prophet. From what he knew about her thus far, she would have ended up being one of those irritatingly insistent reporters. At least this way she could put her energy to something with a little more impact. Laughing, Sabel shook his head. "Not in a million years. Guess I'd have to do my eyebrows too, though." The thought of that had him wrinkling his face in distaste. Hair was one thing, eyebrows was another. "And the facial hair." Reaching up, Sabel rubbed his chin in disturbed thought, being careful to keep one hand around Alexa's waist so she wouldn't fall off his feet. Not judgemental on blood type? Good. Sabel nodded in relief, and acceptance. "Blood never really mattered to me either." Especially not being muggle-born, but he wasn't going to give her all the tidbits about himself on their first meeting. That second point though, it had him blinking in suprise. "What? Three now? Can't you count that towards one of the one's I'm supposed to guess?" Really, he wasn't trying to give her more ways that he could disappoint her. Just for that, he wasn't going to clarify whether he had or hadn't caught anyone yet. "Alright, then. Still 0 for 2." He scrubbed his chin again. What would make her pout? "Obviously dancing skills, eating etiquette and formal-wear is out, given you don't often stand on convention." What could he try next? And just how long was this song? "What if I told you I never played quiddich and ... I prefer cats over dogs?" Cats and dogs. Definitely hit it on the money there. That was always a sticking point. Putting returning his arm, Sabel smirked at her. "This time. Next time I get to ride on your feet." As for that dress thing, why not? Why not go all out? Just group it with the hair change and it would be the perfect disguise. No one would even suspect. "You can choose the dress, if you supply the heels. Mind you, as long as it's not yellow. Wouldn't go with the hair, or my complexion." Speaking of complexions, and things that fit together, Sabel could retain his curiosity no longer. As much as he had been determined not to ask, he couldn't help himself. He shook his head in disbelief even as the words came out. "So, what exactly, is you fascination with criminals?" Good or bad road, he was going down it. "Don't look so surprised." Really, don't. "It's all just a bunch of pseudo-scientific hokum." A term she'd adopted courtesy of her Astronomy Professor who shared her views on what a rubbish subject it was. "I'd have been sitting there the whole hour not seeing a thing in that crystal ball--but I was determined to get an 'O' if only to prove my Divination Professor wrong." Take that Professor Smiles. It brought back some interesting memories she would admit and there was the faintest smile...until he said that. Being a Slytherin was nothing to smile about. "Gryffindor through and through. Anything you see might be an unfortunate reflection of my family." Long line of Slytherin purebloods mudded by the crimson and gold. Took them a while to get over it....a while and an unwelcomed half-blood of a little sister. But she was all too happy listen to whatever reason he had for transferring. Shame that was all he gave for it. Better schooling so they moved. *"Oh. Fair enough. Did you* like it better at Hogwarts?" That question was always a toss up considering there were some very ungrateful people in this world. He didn't strike her as one of them but then again how much did she really know? His face wrinkling had her laughing. "Come on, it wouldn't be that bad, there's a spell to try that out, see if you like it before going undercover with it." But she'd still wanna see in case he didn't like it and decided it wouldn't work for the mission at all...just so they were clear on that. Lex was sure to hold on just a little tighter after he removed on of his hands, even if the other was still enough to keep her from falling, just instinct was all but she was shaking her head with a firm grin in place. "Nope, can't add that to it. It's now three so technically 1 of 3 which sounds way better than 0 of 2." The latter implied he wasn't right at all. Dude was SO welcome. There was more shaking of her head as he went through dinner etiquette and the like. Nope nope nop--"I'd be more shocked than disappointed if you've never played Quidditch." Because that...that wasn't a thing....was it? "But I own a kneazle so I'm on that feline ship too if you really are." The girl stifled another laugh, opting to look down at their feet. "I'd have to make you feather light first because you're probably heavy." And how odd would that look? Definitely worth a few stares for anyone interested. Hahaha. Laughter stifling was getting harder though. You just...couldn't NOT laugh when he went and said things like that and so she did. "My cousin's got an insane collection of them, I'm sure we can find one that's just perfect for you. Gonna look epic."** And hilarious, but that part was already a given. But then the conversation took a shift. He actually wanted to know? Somehow she thought he'd dropped it back at the table. It wasn't all that complicated...Lex shrugged, figuring the simplest way to explain something like this. "They know how to make the people they don't like hurt and disappear. It's a useful skill to have. Their minds are useful things to have. They know the best curses. They're also the only ones without qualms on teaching dark arts and never ask questions when you say you wanna learn. Never ask if you aren't too young, never tell you to use the spells responsibly and they never tell you 'you're a good girl, you shouldn't be learning such nasty things. how's about I teach you something else?'." If she wanted to learn something else she'd have said as much. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.