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Originally Posted by Felixir
For the most part, Abey was usually cheerful and upbeat just because that was who he was, but he also was very OPEN in his emotions and stuff, which meant that, when things made him cranky and miserable, he didn't ever really hide it. Like the COLD. Most days when it was ACTUALLY LITERALLY FREEZING, Abey had moaned and whined and grumped his way around the castle, and even maybe today he had done that too, but not right NOW, because right NOW not only was he sitting by a lovely hot fire in the kitchen, but he was there with cousin-slash-best-friend Junebug. "I bet he did," Abey replied, nodding fervently. "I bet he sat right here too, every time actually. And I bet it was ALL the time. Literally actually." Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking, like maybe if Abey thought that Hassan had been in the exact same places that he had been, that he'd feel even closer to his big brother. Because he did feel awfully far away from Hassan and especially from Mama and the big house in Egypt, because it WAS actually awfully far away.
He leaned closer, intending to rest his head on Junia's shoulder, just for a moment, but before he could get that far, he caught sight of movement from nearby in the shadows. Instinctively, his head shot back up and he sat up straight, and his heart started pounding harder and faster than before. But........ it was just one of the friendly house elves, and of course it was. Don't be stupid, Abey. Don't be stupid.
Trying to ignore his almost-panic, Abey turned to Junia and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Could we ask for some hot chocolate maybe?" Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow
Junia found comfort in Abey's answer, too. Her cousin the quidditch star, the prince, the all around best person she knew, sitting right here where they were sitting and imagining what his life would be like. It gave her hope that maybe the things she imagined might also come true. She really hoped so.
Sensing the younger Botros tense up, the brunette took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze, her other hand moving to her wand instinctively. She didn't really believe they were in any danger in the moment, but Hogwarts had a way of throwing you curve-quaffles and she wanted to be prepared. Luckily, it was only a house elf and she had quite the timing. "Of course we can, Abey. I'll ask," She replied, dropping a kiss on his head. Hot chocolate sounded perfect right about now and something told her it would help them both relax. "Excuse me, do you think we could get some hot chocolate and maybe some biscuits, if you've got some to spare?" The Slytherin princess smiled some at the elf, her gaze hopeful. Perhaps the kind elf could sense that they were in need of a snack, too. Maybe that's why she was here. Argyle paid no heed to the boy leaning his head on the girl’s shoulder, nor the fact she seemed to take him by surprise by her presence. Humans often seemed not to expect house elves and Argyle wasn’t one to exactly make her presence known loud and clear. Her ears perked up as first one and then the other asked for hot chocolate, the house-elf happy to serve after all. “Yesses,” Argyle answered nodding her head. “Hot chocolate...and biscuitss for Master and Mistress right away…” The house-elf already bustling around between the stoves and cupboards to gather everything she needed and before long the smells of warm chocolatey goodness could be smelt by one and all. Argyle then poured to two mugs and produced a plate of treats, both put before the students. Quote:
Originally Posted by 2111jen Jonas smiled down at the house elf. He just shook his head. Something he wanted? He didn't know. He was really bored, not wanting to study and not having classes considering it was a weekend so he was really really really bored. He figured the elves would probably say no, but he would ask anyways.
"Would there be anything I can do to help?" Jonas asked. "I'm sorry, I'm just really bored right now," he said a tint of pink on his face. ...anything I can do to help?
Cue one confused house-elf, Argyle tilting her head as she watched the boy. "You help me?" A ruddy hand unconsciously reaching up and rubbing ear. "Argyle not sure if you can help. Not house-elf. Studenteses do studentese stuff." |