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SilverTiger · 05-12-2017, 08:52 AM

It had been tempting, but seeing as nobody else had done so, Stasya had wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have spoken in Icelandic to the groundskeeper. Maybe nobody else knew Icelandic, but when Mel had turned to ask what she said, it made the small blonde wonder. “Mhm,” she’d answered with a little nod, also giving Emmeline a grin as her friend had joined the little group. Plus a nearly confident nod to Liv as the older girl had asked if she was ready to fly. She thought she was, anyway. And she didn’t really mind being called dearest, either. It was kind of nice, if different. Not like having mama there, but someone fond of her.

She was definitely distracted by all the discussion of why the cauldrons were there, not quite missing the quick grin from Ace, but she had grinned again when she suddenly had found the groundskeeper hovering near her. “Þakka þér fyrir!,” she’d replied, oddly feeling like she’d surprised him but also that he really didn’t mind that she’d spoken Icelandic. Except she was quickly reaching the point of not really knowing much more than what she’d already said. Mostly she just understood it, like when her grandparents visited.

Either way, she’d already sort of chosen one of the brooms, so all that was left was to listen to the instructions. She’d been a little jealous of Liv and Derf and the others being able to do the other task, being able to fly so easily, but it also just gave her the challenge of trying to catch up to them. She’d gone over to a spot near Emmeline, either way, feeling bad when her friend was having trouble with her broom. “Maybe it’s broken?,” she offered, trying to help. Some of the brooms looked kind of old after all.

She’d set her own school broom on the ground gently, watching as Kyle had accomplished the hovering they’d been asked to do. She couldn’t lie to Liv. She had to be ready to fly. “Up!,” she said, holding her hand over her broom like they’d been told. Nothing happened at first, but after she’d repeated herself a few more times the broom had slowly raised to the level of her hand and she’d curled her fingers over it. Climbing on, she’d tried to copy the way Mr. Baldvinsson had positioned himself when he’d demonstrated, but she didn’t kick off yet. She wanted to make sure Emmeline managed it first.

05-12-2017, 08:52 AM	#38 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin First Year x5 x3	Mel, Emmeline, Liv, Ace, professor...mentions of Derf and Kyle Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict It had been tempting, but seeing as nobody else had done so, Stasya had wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have spoken in Icelandic to the groundskeeper. Maybe nobody else knew Icelandic, but when Mel had turned to ask what she said, it made the small blonde wonder. “Mhm,” she’d answered with a little nod, also giving Emmeline a grin as her friend had joined the little group. Plus a nearly confident nod to Liv as the older girl had asked if she was ready to fly. She thought she was, anyway. And she didn’t really mind being called dearest, either. It was kind of nice, if different. Not like having mama there, but someone fond of her. She was definitely distracted by all the discussion of why the cauldrons were there, not quite missing the quick grin from Ace, but she had grinned again when she suddenly had found the groundskeeper hovering near her. “Þakka þér fyrir!,” she’d replied, oddly feeling like she’d surprised him but also that he really didn’t mind that she’d spoken Icelandic. Except she was quickly reaching the point of not really knowing much more than what she’d already said. Mostly she just understood it, like when her grandparents visited. Either way, she’d already sort of chosen one of the brooms, so all that was left was to listen to the instructions. She’d been a little jealous of Liv and Derf and the others being able to do the other task, being able to fly so easily, but it also just gave her the challenge of trying to catch up to them. She’d gone over to a spot near Emmeline, either way, feeling bad when her friend was having trouble with her broom. “Maybe it’s broken?,” she offered, trying to help. Some of the brooms looked kind of old after all. She’d set her own school broom on the ground gently, watching as Kyle had accomplished the hovering they’d been asked to do. She couldn’t lie to Liv. She had to be ready to fly. “Up!,” she said, holding her hand over her broom like they’d been told. Nothing happened at first, but after she’d repeated herself a few more times the broom had slowly raised to the level of her hand and she’d curled her fingers over it. Climbing on, she’d tried to copy the way Mr. Baldvinsson had positioned himself when he’d demonstrated, but she didn’t kick off yet. She wanted to make sure Emmeline managed it first. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥