01-10-2018, 01:34 PM
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Jarvey
Join Date: Dec 2017 Location: Room of Requirement
Posts: 585
Hogwarts RPG Name: Daehyun "Daniel" Yoon Third Year | Quote:
Originally Posted by Pucki Was her baby brother usually up to no good? "Ummm... I'd say he's usually charming and lovely, but he has... a lot of energy?" was that a good way of putting it? Because she did love him dearly and did think the world of him, but if people thought Shera was energetic they hadn't seen anything yet. "Let's just say that an intense Quidditch game with my cousins is less exhausting than running around with him for a few hours. Your only chance at getting him to sit still is reading a book to him."
She still smiled widely at the thought. Especially because he was still in that age where everything seemed so magical to him which it was because they lived in the wizarding world but still.
Shera padded after Daehyun without a thought, feeling a lot more comfortable and secure around things she had no clue about because he obviously did know about them. They'd stopped in front of the wailing birds and Shera couldn't help but coo at how cute they were. "Aren't you two the cutest little things," she told them quietly, beaming at them.
Any guesses? "Um.... birds?..." she had no clue what she was talking about, but they were still really pretty and she was going to enjoy looking at them anyway. If she was slightly more self conscious she would've probably gotten flustered. Instead, she just went back to staring at the birds in question in awe, the only thing crossing her mind being how pretty they were. "Oh, wow," Daehyun said, his eyebrows going up, up, up at her description of her brother. He was then sure he would rather deal with a Chinese Fireball than an overly energetic toddler. And a Quidditch game would be less exhausting? "Must be-a handful?" That was probably putting it lightly.
He immediately broke into a large smile at Shera's coos, delighted that she hadn't been put off by the soon-to-be gorgeous birds. He liked to think of the weird phase in which they started replacing fuzz with feathers - which were mostly spikes ready to open into greenish-black feathers - as their adolescent days. Like bird puberty.
Pursing his lips to contain the laughter as to not disturb the infants, he slowly opened the small door of the cage, sticking his hand in, one millimeter at a time, watching the hesitant birds as they observed him curiously. "Come on," he said, still focused on the pair. "I've told you about them just before coming here." He also hoped Shera wouldn't freak out when he took them out, because he knew many would be comfortable with a set of bars in between them and various creatures, but he was going to cuddle that pair till they stopped wailing.
But first he needed to earn their trust, and prepare himself to be bitten. |
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