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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo ..... "Woah." This place was AWESOME. They were inside, but it looked like they were outside and there was a firepit! Her reaction was much more excited than Sophie's, and Evie wandered around the 'patio' a bit before remembering WHY they came over here. Evie curiously peered into the box that said S'MORES and was JUST about to reach in to snag a marshmallow when Sophie told her to knock. "He didn't look mean. When have you even heard me knock before?" Regardless, Evie walked up to the door and gave it a simple, but firm three knocks. Two was too little and four was too many. Three was perfect. Then she waited, hands clasped behind her back. "Think he's got any pets? He strikes me as ferret person." Quote:
Originally Posted by Tazenhani It was a distinctive smell creeping under his doorway, one that permeated throughout the office slowly and took it's time in triggering a reaction from him. A warm, baking smell. It had drawn his eyes up to the door with suspicion. The fire couldn't burn, but it could cook and overcook. And there was always the chance that charms failed or spritzed.
He had been in the process of putting his quill down and raising himself from his desk to investigate when the knocks came. For some reason, that startled him into rushing over to the door. There was no screaming or shouting for help yet, no smoke seeping under his door from piles of s'mores overcooked, but there were knocks and that smell...
The door opened a bit more quickly than the situation outside warranted, and Sabel paused in mid speaking-breath as he caught the tail end of the casual, non-endangered conversation of the two girls outside his office. One eyebrow arched as he looked from the one closest to the door and over to the one with ... a tray of cookies. Well, that explained the smell. But...why cookies? "I'm more partial to otters, myself." His eyebrow went up a bit higher, wondering just what about his persona made him seem like a ferret person. "How can I help you ladies?" Sophie thought it was cute that Eves was so visibly excited by the seating area and noted that they DEFINITELY needed to return and make this a regular place to hang out. Well... HOPEFULLY they would be allowed to, if this new fellow liked them enough.
"Y'can't judge a book by its cover," she replied to Eves' observation, though Sophie also knew there was some weight to first impressions as well. The inquiry about knocking was irrelevant, so Soph went right on ahead to open her mouth and started to reply to the ferret bit when... the door opened. And there he WAS in all his gorgeous glory.
Then there was some VERY uncharacteristic nervous giggling bubbling in the throat of one Sophie Brown, and she managed to swallow it before shrugging nonchalantly, "That's a shame, 'cause my patronus is a ferret. Thought it was gonna be an otter for a long time, before I finally got it to take proper shape, but it's definitely a ferret." It wasn't a boastful tone - just conversational and thinking aloud. "Hopefully you'll still like us even though we're not otters, sir."
Very smooth, Soph.
... "Cookies?" She held the plate out to the man, letting him see it properly, half of it stacked with plain chocolate chip cookies and the other half stacked with peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. The latter was her personal favorite and specialty, but... just in case he had a weird allergy or something. PLAYING IT SAFE.
Help her, Eves. She was drowning.
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