09-22-2015, 04:49 AM
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Wrackspurt
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Madison Valentine Fifth Year x12 x9
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Originally Posted by nicole black Damien nodded, smile warming, becoming less polite and more genuine at the girl's question. "I'm not the best teacher ever, but, I do have a pretty decent track record with showing charms." He added with a small, mischievous grin. He had taught Bianca Caruso how to perform a Patronus Charm in Fifth year, surely this would be way easier.
He moved aside to make enough room for the girl as she sat, his blue eyes watching in a distracted manner the way the light caught her hair. Was it copper? red? He couldn't tell from the lighting, but it very much suited the young woman. He'd never really seen her before, and that lead Damien to the conclusion that she was a fresh transfer. "I can, definitely." The Gryffindor said, tapping the smooth cylinder with his wand, before blowing out vibrant, neon orange bubbles. He watched his handiwork with a grin, turning as the girl - Paulina - introduced herself. Damien reached out a hand for hers to shake. "I'm Damien, nice to meet you."
"Okay... So, the tricky part is seeing the color and focusing on it... " Paulina found herself smiling more at the mischievous smile. She was so ready to learn, and was sure that he would do a good job teaching her.
Trying to get herself more comfortable, she failed to notice that he was studying her - or well more her hair. The neon bubbles caught her attention though. Orange, like she had requested. Paulina found herself quietly applauding while hoping that the librarian wouldn't notice. "That's so cool. Can you do multi coloured streams?" Because that would be so cool. She pictured a flow of bubbles all of a different colour in her head. "Nice to meet you too, Damien. Are you a Seventh Year like me?" He looked to be about her age, but sometimes people looked a little older than they really were. Maybe he was a Sixth Year. "Gotcha," she added as she pictured a steam of orange bubbles in her head. |
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