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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12
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Originally Posted by thekraken
Took that as a genuine compliment. "Your sister must be amazing then." As Althea truly believed she was nothing less than amazing every day. "I'm glad to hear that. I rarely find anyone younger than me interesting, but you, Jessa, are very, very interesting." This came to her as a shock, even as she voiced the thought out loud; she supposed she had matured over the summer. Go figure.
Hmmm. That was a good point. "What is considered normal, anyway," she started, taking another bite of the waffle, "is it normal because everyone says it is?" A genuine question she thought about all the time. What did constitute as normal or abnormal, and why did they have to rely on the general consensus of the majority versus the few?? All very strange indeed. She had to agree with that sentiment; the house elves were really good at what they did. Quite often, Althea found herself in awe of how efficiently they ran the kitchens - and with so few of them, too! Jessa's offer was very endearing. "You're sweet, but no thank you." She wasn't in the mood for super sweet things right now, though she filed this moment in the back of her head to remember the sort of generosity Jessa showed her. "Very kind of you to offer."
Again, her maturity astounded her.
Althea supposed the Ravenclaw had a point. "If we do eat, it's usually at the main one in West London, but, I'm telling you the food is really, really good. You should stop by over the holidays." The more business the better, right? Though she would see to it that Jessa got a free meal. "Oh, Helga no; no, no, no." Not for lack of trying, though; Althea was just not into Quidditch. At all. If it wasn't for Daisy, she wouldn't have even bothered attending matches again. "Out of the four of us, I probably could play if I wanted to. But Quidditch isn't that interesting to me." Plus, she was absolutely, unabashedly, lazy. "Naturally, my mum is frustrated with all of us." Not that she blamed her.
Even with a mouth full of food - she chewed as politely as she could - she managed to smile at Jessa. "It'll be fun having another person around who isn't studying for O.W.L.s, some of my friends are...intense about their studying." It was too much for her. Much too much. "Ah, you would get along with Levi then. He's got a very similar thought process." Though she supposed this more or less applied to humans rather than living beings in general. "Do you happen to also be into Potions or Herbology?" Another two of Levi's areas of expertise. "Oh she is!" Jessa enthused, almost bouncing on her spot there on the counter. Couple years ago, she may have hung her head and changed the subject. It was amazing how life could take the strangest turns, wasn't it? But hold on. Hooooollllldddd ooooonnnn. Althea Kenning thought she was interesting. Where some thought she was over the top or a little odd, Althea....thought....she was.....well what was there to do but smile widely at this point???????? Play it cool? Did that sort of thing matter? How did one play it cool in the first place?? "I think you are too!" Yes, that was a good start, keep it up. Not too eager. Play it cool.
With the offer declined, Jessa moved back to shoveling the treat into her mouth, practically feeling those taste buds dancing now. "I think, by definition, that is normal. Has to be agreed on by the majority." Which was sometimes a real shame. So many untapped potentials just because they weren't what everyone could agree on. "If all the girls decided to poke holes in their stockings tomorrow, that'd become normal too I suppose, within the Hogwarts area anyway." There was just so much that went into deciding what was normal that at the end of the day, she found it rather subjective. Hardly worth following up on. "Ooooohhhh, there's one back in London?! My Dad and I always go out to eat when I get back from school. I should suggest there. What's the name--is it kinda fancy???" Like an excuse to wear a pretty dress and do more than throw her hair up into a messy bun or ponytail? Suffice to say, there weren't many of those opportunities around here. It was fine if it wasn't, she supposed, because later before she went back to school, she could still be taken somewhere else that required fancy dressing. "I imagine she must be." The young girl agreed before taking a moment to savour the blend of strawberry, chocolate and whipped cream packed into one spoonful. eing so into something than having your kids show no interest. "I think I like it, but I'm not nearly very good at it. My friend Cameron's been helping so I'm not terrible anymore." She may have asked for Althea's help but it was clear the girl wanted very little to do with the sport and she didn't want to be a bother--not after Althea said she thought she was interesting!
Oohhh more nuts! She'd sprinkled quite a bit on this section. "I've noticed. OWLs seem to drive people crazy. NEWTs too. Some of my house mates have been studying since summer." Which was entirely wild if you asked her. It made her wonder if she would be this diligent when her own exams rolled around. But hold the snitch. Did she just...she thought that...."Really??" Jessa perked up at this suggestion. "You think so?" Said possibly a little more eagerly than she'd meant to and while forgetting that cool she'd been playing at for a couple minutes now. Her attention was only diverted by the next question that had her nodding. "Oh yeah, definitely. I've got something brewing up in my dorm as we speak and Professor Myers lets me near the flesh eaters sometimes so I can do my own observations." Which was entirely brilliant. He understood that she needed more than a textbook in order to learn.
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