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Angie · 02-24-2018, 06:30 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Derf didn't really NEED to be at this. He already knew what he was going to do in life - although he was sorta tempted to stop by the quidditch booth, you know...for back up reasons - but that didn't mean he wasn't keen to listen to what the visiting magizoologists had to say about the field. NAMELY...he wanted to hear stories and that was why he had also dragged Ian out of their dorm with him. He woulda asked Abey to come with him but...well........ "Ooooh, I know her," he whispered to his dormmate as they got closer and his tone indicating that they were like...good personal friends or something. Which they weren't. "She works at the Scamander Zoo."

Which, well, Derf was NOT particularly a fan of zoos for a lot of reasons, and it hurt him loads to think that his hero's name was attached to a zoo and not a reservation or sanctuary or something. A zoo. A prison for creatures.

Which was eyes his eyes also ended up narrowing slightly at her as they came to a stop and...oh...seemed the other bloke was a dragon handler. Well then...he had some QUESTIONS for him too. But not about his career, per say. Derf just still happened to have a stash of fireseeds under his bed courtesy of Professor Myers that needed to be put to use.

But first, he had a super important question. "How's Ralphie doin'?"

This was, of course, directed to the Scamander Zookeeper.

Unlike Derf, Ian had little idea of what he was going to do when the time to do things beyond pretending to study, putting off homework, sleeping at inappropriate times, daydreaming and walking his cat actually came knocking on his door. He was good at Arithmancy, liked Astronomy and actually enjoyed playing the cello. Which, of course, translated into him actually putting in the work for the three, most notably on the latter. But these interests were so disconnected and in completely different zones in his head that he figured they amounted to very little beyond just being things 'Ian Hoshino II is good at.' And besides; liking and being good at something didn't mean you were going to do that something for the rest of your life.

If he followed that sort of logic, then he could also model for editorials or maybe even be a singer. He knew he was objectively not bad to look at, photographed well enough and could actually carry a tune without bursting anyone's ear drums on the spot. But. At fifteen, none of these things made enough sense for the boy to actually give them any serious thought.

But he'd tagged along with his roommate and friend, anyway, figuring there was no harm on watching others be excited about what they wanted to do after school. Which was a strange thing for him, mind you; Ian could barely remember what he had for breakfast that morning, or what pending school assignment he was going to start procrastinating on, later tonight. "Huh." Was his very eloquent response to the familiarity in Derf's voice at the sight of someone he assumed was a magizoologist because... of course this was the stand Derf brought them to. He was nothing if not consistent (predictable.) He smiled pleasantly enough at the woman--and the man accompanying her, too. Mumbled at Derf, "Is this your cousin or something?" They looked nothing alike but Ian knew firsthand that meant little as far as blood relations went. After all, the physical similarities between him and his chestnut haired, blue eyed mother ranged somewhere in between extremely minimal and entirely non-existent.

02-24-2018, 06:30 PM	#8 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Derf didn't really NEED to be at this. He already knew what he was going to do in life - although he was sorta tempted to stop by the quidditch booth, you know...for back up reasons - but that didn't mean he wasn't keen to listen to what the visiting magizoologists had to say about the field. NAMELY...he wanted to hear stories and that was why he had also dragged Ian out of their dorm with him. He woulda asked Abey to come with him but...well........ "Ooooh, I know her," he whispered to his dormmate as they got closer and his tone indicating that they were like...good personal friends or something. Which they weren't. "She works at the Scamander Zoo." Which, well, Derf was NOT particularly a fan of zoos for a lot of reasons, and it hurt him loads to think that his hero's name was attached to a zoo and not a reservation or sanctuary or something. A zoo. A prison for creatures. Which was eyes his eyes also ended up narrowing slightly at her as they came to a stop and...oh...seemed the other bloke was a dragon handler. Well then...he had some QUESTIONS for him too. But not about his career, per say. Derf just still happened to have a stash of fireseeds under his bed courtesy of Professor Myers that needed to be put to use. But first, he had a super important question. "How's Ralphie doin'?" This was, of course, directed to the Scamander Zookeeper. Unlike Derf, Ian had little idea of what he was going to do when the time to do things beyond pretending to study, putting off homework, sleeping at inappropriate times, daydreaming and walking his cat actually came knocking on his door. He was good at Arithmancy, liked Astronomy and actually enjoyed playing the cello. Which, of course, translated into him actually putting in the work for the three, most notably on the latter. But these interests were so disconnected and in completely different zones in his head that he figured they amounted to very little beyond just being things 'Ian Hoshino II is good at.' And besides; liking and being good at something didn't mean you were going to do that something for the rest of your life. If he followed that sort of logic, then he could also model for editorials or maybe even be a singer. He knew he was objectively not bad to look at, photographed well enough and could actually carry a tune without bursting anyone's ear drums on the spot. But. At fifteen, none of these things made enough sense for the boy to actually give them any serious thought. But he'd tagged along with his roommate and friend, anyway, figuring there was no harm on watching others be excited about what they wanted to do after school. Which was a strange thing for him, mind you; Ian could barely remember what he had for breakfast that morning, or what pending school assignment he was going to start procrastinating on, later tonight. "Huh." Was his very eloquent response to the familiarity in Derf's voice at the sight of someone he assumed was a magizoologist because... of course this was the stand Derf brought them to. He was nothing if not consistent (predictable.) He smiled pleasantly enough at the woman--and the man accompanying her, too. Mumbled at Derf, "Is this your cousin or something?" They looked nothing alike but Ian knew firsthand that meant little as far as blood relations went. After all, the physical similarities between him and his chestnut haired, blue eyed mother ranged somewhere in between extremely minimal and entirely non-existent. __________________