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Felixir · 08-20-2015, 10:24 AM

SPOILER!!: Genny Genny Genny Genny (aaaaAAAAHHH)

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Daxton Prince was a thoughtful person, Genny knew this much. This time he took longer than before, almost too long she started getting fidgety because excuse her but she wasn't fond of sitting and writing and basically reading. That was her mom's ultimate desire but Genny just wasn't a fan of sitting still and being bored. Daxton was a very interesting boy if it wasn't for this long gap of thinking. She had to re-read what she wrote to see what was so interesting about what she wrote, everything was pretty obvious and ordinary. Nothing that required this much thinking, Merlin.

He finally came to his senses just when she was about to snap her fingers in front of his eyes to bring him back to life. Good. Whew. She wiggled her butt on the bench and waited for him to give her back her notebook.

The Quidditch part jumped right at her eliciting a horrified reaction from her. Her sympathies went out to him in the form of a doe-eyed look.

He did not know what Quidditch was.

HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT QUIDDITCH WAS.

She snatched the notebook from him urgently, lifted up her ankles to the bench so she could scribble away on her knees.

'Quidditch is sports. It's the funnest ever & everyone loves it.' She could not for the life of her be objective when it came to Quidditch. 'The teams try to catch the snitch, and there is the keeper who's supposed to keep away the Quaffle from getting into the hoops. And the beaters try to defend the players with the bludgers. Also, you can't fall to the ground, you have to be an amazing flier in order to play. I went to a Quidditch camp last summer and they said I was a very good player.' Allllll valuable information, yes. 'I can ask daddy to take us to a match some time to show you. It's not season time right now but I bet the Holyhead Harpies has a friendly match with one of the teams soon. It's the best team with the best Beater duo.'

Genny finally took a breath, and beamed over at Daxton. Then went on to the less important subject that was ghosts.

'No. They're not very common, ghosts. Hogwarts has many of them, though. You'll meet them at the feast.' Oh and also. 'You can't say they're illogical, they'll get mad at you.' She nodded solemnly.

Mhmmm. 'I'm going there next year, yes. You have to tell me which house you'll get into.' Yussss! Hopefully Gryffindor! Like she wanted to be!

Daxton, for some reason, hadn't been expecting to have his notebook ripped away from him with such force; he thought he'd been quite clear in showing that he wasn't willing to let anyone take it, that they had an understanding. But he'd got complacent, and Genny Tate had taken advantage of that and snatched it out of his grasp. He would certainly learn a lesson from this.

A jolt of panic had gone through him, but before he could even so much as widen his eyes, Daxton saw that Genny wasn't running off with the book. He wanted so much to grab it back now, but was aware that she was already writing a response for him, so he let her keep hold of it, though only because she was turning out to be a veritable feast of information, and he wanted answers more than he cared about getting the notebook back quickly.

She received a brief glare however. A glare that was wasted on the top of her head, because Genny Tate was now quite absorbed in the act of writing. Daxton abandoned the stink-eye and instead watched her writing hand. He just blinked when she beamed at him, and waited for the notebook to be handed back.

Huh. Sports. Well... that was a whole lot of excitement over nothing, wasn't it? Daxton had never liked sports, just as he'd never liked the people who played them. At his school, some of the other boys liked to kick the footballs at his head if he went too close. And there was one girl who'd tried to whack him with a rounders bat as she went past, but Daxton, who had quicker reflexes than she'd reaslied, had ducked and pushed the girl down. She'd cried, he'd gotten in trouble, and neither of them had mentioned the bat.

It didn't take long for him to write a response.

'I hate sports. They're boring. I would rather read about them, but even then they're boring, unless they have an interesting history.

Do you mean fly on a broomstick? Can you do that?

I can say anything is illogical if I think it is. And I don't care if people get mad at me. Or ghosts, probably.

How do I tell you what House I got?'

The offer to go see a game had been processed but unaddressed. The prospect of seeing something so magical in action, even if it was a sport, was tempting, but Daxton knew full well it would be far out of his comfort zone; it would no doubt be loud and full of people. Even visiting Diagon Alley place had been enough to send him into a state of overwhelming anxiety, after all.

He went to turn the notebook back again, but then quickly thought of something else and added it underneath what he'd written already.

'How do they decide what House I'm in?'

Okay, there. Now he turned it back.

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She had to re-read what she wrote to see what was so interesting about what she wrote, everything was pretty obvious and ordinary. Nothing that required this much thinking, Merlin. He finally came to his senses just when she was about to snap her fingers in front of his eyes to bring him back to life. Good. Whew. She wiggled her butt on the bench and waited for him to give her back her notebook. The Quidditch part jumped right at her eliciting a horrified reaction from her. Her sympathies went out to him in the form of a doe-eyed look. He did not know what Quidditch was. HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT QUIDDITCH WAS. She snatched the notebook from him urgently, lifted up her ankles to the bench so she could scribble away on her knees. 'Quidditch is sports. It's the funnest ever & everyone loves it.' She could not for the life of her be objective when it came to Quidditch. 'The teams try to catch the snitch, and there is the keeper who's supposed to keep away the Quaffle from getting into the hoops. And the beaters try to defend the players with the bludgers. Also, you can't fall to the ground, you have to be an amazing flier in order to play. I went to a Quidditch camp last summer and they said I was a very good player.' Allllll valuable information, yes. 'I can ask daddy to take us to a match some time to show you. It's not season time right now but I bet the Holyhead Harpies has a friendly match with one of the teams soon. It's the best team with the best Beater duo.' Genny finally took a breath, and beamed over at Daxton. Then went on to the less important subject that was ghosts. 'No. They're not very common, ghosts. Hogwarts has many of them, though. You'll meet them at the feast.' Oh and also. 'You can't say they're illogical, they'll get mad at you.' She nodded solemnly. Mhmmm. 'I'm going there next year, yes. You have to tell me which house you'll get into.' Yussss! Hopefully Gryffindor! Like she wanted to be! Daxton, for some reason, hadn't been expecting to have his notebook ripped away from him with such force; he thought he'd been quite clear in showing that he wasn't willing to let anyone take it, that they had an understanding. But he'd got complacent, and Genny Tate had taken advantage of that and snatched it out of his grasp. He would certainly learn a lesson from this. A jolt of panic had gone through him, but before he could even so much as widen his eyes, Daxton saw that Genny wasn't running off with the book. He wanted so much to grab it back now, but was aware that she was already writing a response for him, so he let her keep hold of it, though only because she was turning out to be a veritable feast of information, and he wanted answers more than he cared about getting the notebook back quickly. She received a brief glare however. A glare that was wasted on the top of her head, because Genny Tate was now quite absorbed in the act of writing. Daxton abandoned the stink-eye and instead watched her writing hand. He just blinked when she beamed at him, and waited for the notebook to be handed back. Huh. Sports. Well... that was a whole lot of excitement over nothing, wasn't it? Daxton had never liked sports, just as he'd never liked the people who played them. At his school, some of the other boys liked to kick the footballs at his head if he went too close. And there was one girl who'd tried to whack him with a rounders bat as she went past, but Daxton, who had quicker reflexes than she'd reaslied, had ducked and pushed the girl down. She'd cried, he'd gotten in trouble, and neither of them had mentioned the bat. It didn't take long for him to write a response. 'I hate sports. They're boring. I would rather read about them, but even then they're boring, unless they have an interesting history. Do you mean fly on a broomstick? Can you do that? I can say anything is illogical if I think it is. And I don't care if people get mad at me. Or ghosts, probably. How do I tell you what House I got?' The offer to go see a game had been processed but unaddressed. The prospect of seeing something so magical in action, even if it was a sport, was tempting, but Daxton knew full well it would be far out of his comfort zone; it would no doubt be loud and full of people. Even visiting Diagon Alley place had been enough to send him into a state of overwhelming anxiety, after all. He went to turn the notebook back again, but then quickly thought of something else and added it underneath what he'd written already. 'How do they decide what House I'm in?' Okay, there. Now he turned it back. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!