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Felixir · 08-22-2015, 12:30 PM

SPOILER!!: GOSH gryffindor

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Needless to say, the expression on Genny's face was pure eagerness and anticipation. She was barely able to wait for Daxton's reply, he must've had LOADS of more questions about Quidditch. She was already preparing the answers in her head, and struggling to keep it short enough to write, when he handed her back the notebook.

He didn't ask about Quidditch.

In fact, he bashed Quidditch and Genny, without exaggeration, felt her eyes sting a little while reading his response. It was her turn to give him a sitnk-eye. A real one, and one that changed her entire face expression not just her eyes. Unlike him, she was so easy to read and she wore her heart on her sleeve, so it was a no-brainer that she was deeply and personally hurt by Daxton's response.

Pursing her lips so hard they went white, she snatched the notebook again (this time with attitude), and started writing.

'You can't say you don't like it, you don't even know it. My dad says we shouldn't let our ignorance cloud our judgements.' She pushed some of her stray hair out of her face, because she was so absorbed in writing somehow she got her hair to get messed up. 'However, Quidditch isn't for everyone. It's for the talented and brave at heart only.' HA! Good one. She patted herself on the back and took a deep breath to calm herself down. He had another ten questions that each needed an essay long answer. Ugh.

'I don't appreciate the fact that you dismissed Quidditch and called it boring, I think it was mean and inconsiderate. But I will answer your questions because you don't know what you're talking about and your mother's a muggle.'

PAUSE.

She scratched out that last part about his mother. Her parents would be appalled if they saw that. HE STARTED IT THOUGH, insulting Quidditch, pffft.

'Yes. Fly on a broomstick, it's very fun to people who are normal and cool and fun.' He probably wouldn't like it. Genny was looking all sassy and unimpressed now, still shaken from that awful response of his. 'Yes, I can. I'm a great flyer. I go to Quidditch camp in summer.'

Fiiiiiine, she was going to let the Bloody Baron handle him when he got there and thought their existence was illogical. She just wished she could be there to watch...

.... okay no. She couldn't do that. Sigh.

'There are nice ghosts and mean ghosts. They'll do things to scare you if you tell them that, or worse, they could get one of the professors to put you in detention. It's really not worth it. Ghosts can help you if they like you.' FAAAIN. She didn't want to be mean to him just because he didn't like the greatest game of all.

'By sending me a letter with an owl. The school has owls for correspondence. You can write me one and stick it to their leg and they'll deliver it to me. I'll write you back.' Mhmmm. She was a lot calmer now that she was focusing on other topics. Whew.

'You put on The Sorting Hat. It's a magical, ancient hat that can see into your mind. It sees what sort of person you are and put you in the most suitable house.'

Genny was sort of proud of all the things she turned out to know. It was the first time she talked to someone who knew absolutely nothing of the things she thought were common sense. It made her feel more like her mother... it was a new experience.

This was the second time Genny Tate had snatched his notebook away, and Daxton resolved to himself that the next time she tried to snatch it, he was going to hit her with it. Hard.

He sat there, watching her write and imagining such an outcome, and why on earth they'd gone from simply turning the notebook back and forth to this overly exuberant grabbing and hoarding. Daxton had seen her face change, but the effect was lost on him. No matter how many facial expressions he himself displayed, Daxton was almost entirely unable to recognise what they meant on other people.

At first he watched Genny Tate write, but quickly became bored because she was taking so very long and also her hair kept getting in the way so that he could not properly see what she was writing. Instead, Daxton sat on the bench and looked out over Diagon Alley, watching the other patrons and taking in the sight of each shop that he could see from here. Eventually, his eyes fell on the book shop and he wondered when his mum might be coming out; he was getting tired.

At last, Daxton became aware that the notebook was being handed back over, and he snatched it back too, this time, seeing as it was his. Very quickly, he scanned through all the things she'd written, essentially missing the angry tone at the start of her words, a tone that would have been evident to many other individuals. He could, at least, tell that she did not agree with him not liking the magical sport, because that was clear from the content of her words.

Genny Tate seemed to have a tendency to tell Daxton that he couldn't do things, things he knew that actually he could do. He could tell a ghost it was illogical, if he wanted, and he could say he didn't like Quidditch, especially if it was true, which it probably was.

... Don't appreciate... blah blah blah... mean and inconsiderate... blah blah blah, nothing he'd not been told before... and then a part that had been crossed out that made Daxton wish he'd been paying more attention when she'd been writing. But no matter, he could probably work out what that said later.

On and on he read, through all the answers that got gradually more informative and useful. Once he was done, Daxton turned onto a fresh page, because they'd run out of space again, and quickly wrote his response.

'Have you considered that you are letting your ignorance cloud your judgement of me for not liking Quidditch? I find it strange that whether or not someone enjoys the sport might influence your opinion of them. Is that ignorant?'

Genuine question; Daxton did not have a great awareness of those sorts of things. It was often why he came across as rude or ignorant himself, though he was highly intelligent (and knew it).

'I am not normal or fun, and I am probably not cool either. I would not like flying on a broomstick.

I am not scared of ghosts or detention.

How can I write to you if I do not know your address? Do owls need addressed envelopes? Can they read them? How do they know where to go? Would I have to speak to it? I assume they do not require stamps.

I do not think I like the idea of a hat that can see into my mind.'

Daxton turned the notebook back, and held onto it tightly this time, with both hands. Because he would absolutely hit her with the notebook if she tried to snatch it again, and would be giving no warnings.

Meanwhile, he was thinking about this Sorting Hat, and feeling quite dubious about the matter.

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Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,137 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: GOSH gryffindor Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Needless to say, the expression on Genny's face was pure eagerness and anticipation. She was barely able to wait for Daxton's reply, he must've had LOADS of more questions about Quidditch. She was already preparing the answers in her head, and struggling to keep it short enough to write, when he handed her back the notebook. He didn't ask about Quidditch. In fact, he bashed Quidditch and Genny, without exaggeration, felt her eyes sting a little while reading his response. It was her turn to give him a sitnk-eye. A real one, and one that changed her entire face expression not just her eyes. Unlike him, she was so easy to read and she wore her heart on her sleeve, so it was a no-brainer that she was deeply and personally hurt by Daxton's response. Pursing her lips so hard they went white, she snatched the notebook again (this time with attitude), and started writing. 'You can't say you don't like it, you don't even know it. My dad says we shouldn't let our ignorance cloud our judgements.' She pushed some of her stray hair out of her face, because she was so absorbed in writing somehow she got her hair to get messed up. 'However, Quidditch isn't for everyone. It's for the talented and brave at heart only.' HA! Good one. She patted herself on the back and took a deep breath to calm herself down. He had another ten questions that each needed an essay long answer. Ugh. 'I don't appreciate the fact that you dismissed Quidditch and called it boring, I think it was mean and inconsiderate. But I will answer your questions because you don't know what you're talking about and your mother's a muggle.' PAUSE. She scratched out that last part about his mother. Her parents would be appalled if they saw that. HE STARTED IT THOUGH, insulting Quidditch, pffft. 'Yes. Fly on a broomstick, it's very fun to people who are normal and cool and fun.' He probably wouldn't like it. Genny was looking all sassy and unimpressed now, still shaken from that awful response of his. 'Yes, I can. I'm a great flyer. I go to Quidditch camp in summer.' Fiiiiiine, she was going to let the Bloody Baron handle him when he got there and thought their existence was illogical. She just wished she could be there to watch... .... okay no. She couldn't do that. Sigh. 'There are nice ghosts and mean ghosts. They'll do things to scare you if you tell them that, or worse, they could get one of the professors to put you in detention. It's really not worth it. Ghosts can help you if they like you.' FAAAIN. She didn't want to be mean to him just because he didn't like the greatest game of all. 'By sending me a letter with an owl. The school has owls for correspondence. You can write me one and stick it to their leg and they'll deliver it to me. I'll write you back.' Mhmmm. She was a lot calmer now that she was focusing on other topics. Whew. 'You put on The Sorting Hat. It's a magical, ancient hat that can see into your mind. It sees what sort of person you are and put you in the most suitable house.' Genny was sort of proud of all the things she turned out to know. It was the first time she talked to someone who knew absolutely nothing of the things she thought were common sense. It made her feel more like her mother... it was a new experience. This was the second time Genny Tate had snatched his notebook away, and Daxton resolved to himself that the next time she tried to snatch it, he was going to hit her with it. Hard. He sat there, watching her write and imagining such an outcome, and why on earth they'd gone from simply turning the notebook back and forth to this overly exuberant grabbing and hoarding. Daxton had seen her face change, but the effect was lost on him. No matter how many facial expressions he himself displayed, Daxton was almost entirely unable to recognise what they meant on other people. At first he watched Genny Tate write, but quickly became bored because she was taking so very long and also her hair kept getting in the way so that he could not properly see what she was writing. Instead, Daxton sat on the bench and looked out over Diagon Alley, watching the other patrons and taking in the sight of each shop that he could see from here. Eventually, his eyes fell on the book shop and he wondered when his mum might be coming out; he was getting tired. At last, Daxton became aware that the notebook was being handed back over, and he snatched it back too, this time, seeing as it was his. Very quickly, he scanned through all the things she'd written, essentially missing the angry tone at the start of her words, a tone that would have been evident to many other individuals. He could, at least, tell that she did not agree with him not liking the magical sport, because that was clear from the content of her words. Genny Tate seemed to have a tendency to tell Daxton that he couldn't do things, things he knew that actually he could do. He could tell a ghost it was illogical, if he wanted, and he could say he didn't like Quidditch, especially if it was true, which it probably was. ... Don't appreciate... blah blah blah... mean and inconsiderate... blah blah blah, nothing he'd not been told before... and then a part that had been crossed out that made Daxton wish he'd been paying more attention when she'd been writing. But no matter, he could probably work out what that said later. On and on he read, through all the answers that got gradually more informative and useful. Once he was done, Daxton turned onto a fresh page, because they'd run out of space again, and quickly wrote his response. 'Have you considered that you are letting your ignorance cloud your judgement of me for not liking Quidditch? I find it strange that whether or not someone enjoys the sport might influence your opinion of them. Is that ignorant?' Genuine question; Daxton did not have a great awareness of those sorts of things. It was often why he came across as rude or ignorant himself, though he was highly intelligent (and knew it). 'I am not normal or fun, and I am probably not cool either. I would not like flying on a broomstick. I am not scared of ghosts or detention. How can I write to you if I do not know your address? Do owls need addressed envelopes? Can they read them? How do they know where to go? Would I have to speak to it? I assume they do not require stamps. I do not think I like the idea of a hat that can see into my mind.' Daxton turned the notebook back, and held onto it tightly this time, with both hands. Because he would absolutely hit her with the notebook if she tried to snatch it again, and would be giving no warnings. Meanwhile, he was thinking about this Sorting Hat, and feeling quite dubious about the matter. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!