01-26-2017, 09:52 PM
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Pygmy Puff
Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5
| Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin "It's a compliment. A very sideways sort, though, so that it almost seems like I'm being mean. I can't help it. I sound mean even when I'm trying to be sincere. It's one of the curses of being me. Or being a Slytherin. We're hard to gauge when it comes to sincerity." Katy dimpled at him and waved a strand of recalcitrant hair in his direction. It just wouldn't stay tucked into her collar. Figures... she had being confined too. "And not bad at all. Merlin knows you ought to enjoy your fame."
She held up her hands to capture him like a photograph, framed between her fingers. Famous Henry. He was going to be on magazine covers, the Quidditch kind, and he looked like he'd be at home there. "I..." Ugh. She dropped her hands and tried not to think about how her stomach was occupying both her throat and her toes at the same time. "I wanted you to be my Hufflepuff too. But I didn't... want you to be one of many." Which was dumb. This was what her brother had been talking about, probably, and she'd only just found his point. "Oh.. well, thanks then." Henry smiled back. A compliment was a compliment as far as he was concerned and he didn't really think of it in a backhanded way. Or sideways even. Just.. in a Katy sort of way. He liked her sense of humor. "I didn't really think it was mean anyway." But if someone else had called him the Puffiest Puff, he might have a different opinion. "I'm not famous yet," he pointed out as he turned to lean his back against the railing of the bridge. There was still a difference between being popular among peers and being a well-known Quidditch player, but he did admittedly enjoy the attention that he got, even if it did make him feel selfish at times. He gave her a hesitant grin as she framed him with her fingers and he thought fleetingly about what it might be like to be photographed all the time. Would he really like all the attention then? He wasn't completely sure.
From his position leant against the railing, he gave her a glance hearing her hesitation before looking out at the colored leaves again. Just... checking. He already knew he was an expert at complicating things without even intending to, and he wasn't really meaning to do it again. He shrugged a little and gave her a reassuring smile. "One of many isn't that big of a deal, is it? Not if it made up for the one that didn't count." Gotten dishonestly, isn't that what she had said? Something like that. He was happy to help her out. "So, did you get your Ravenclaw?"
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