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Was she related to Miss Imogen? Beth’s little heart thrilled at the idea of hearing stories about her mother BUT, she calmed it for a moment and gave the ghost a somewhat cool debonair grin, complete with what would likely come to be known as her iconic head-tilt. ”Miss Imogen?...yes, she is my mother…myself and – and I have a fraternal twin Cordelia…but, she decided to go to Beauxbaton instead the traitor” the last section wasn’t really meant to be overheard…yes, she felt slightly betrayed by Cordelia but more so by the hat. It hadn’t put Quinnlin with her.
Glancing around she decided to give talking to the Barron another go. ”it’s a pleasure to meet you – Sir, I’m Anabeth Greyvson – please, call me Beth…” she paused for a second ”would you mind if instead of calling you the Bloody Baron I say…something more regal? Like your Bloodliness?” she asked almost excitedly.
The Baron felt pretty smug. His hundreds of year old memory was still intact and the first year girl had just proved it. He had to tell Sir Nick about it later.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Anabeth!" He actually responded with kindness. His tone turned a bit sour though as he repeated appalled
"I would very much mind, thank you very much. Sir Baron, of Sir Bloodiness is what you are expected to call me nothing else." A little hurt he turned his attention away to another student.
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Dokimoto "Good evening, Sir Baron! Ready for another year?"
A few scattered "Hey"s and "Hello"s to Junia, Patrick, Nathan, and others she was a little familiar with, as well as their new firsties. She had so much energy! She would need to basically eat her weight in dinner so she could go to sleep tonight.
Miss Atwater timing to vie for his attention was impeccable. Glady his bloodiness wafted closer to the seventh year not minding who he floated through.
"Good evening Valkyrie! I’m always ready for a new year. Are you not exctied to begin classes again tomorrow to show off your Slytherin excellence?" Quote:
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Symphora Nathan couldn't help but scoot a little away from the bloody baron. Every time the ghost came near him, he felt cold chills down his spine. His personal space was being interrupted yet again and honestly, he was not in the mood to be bothered right now. Also, why was every/thing/ and everyone tend to stick their noses up his business? He had done nothing to upset anyone. Well...there was one in particular. A certain Head Girl who probably like the idea of him getting kicked out from Quidditch try-outs. Yes, Vivian Fairfield. He was glancing suspiciously at you.
He kept a straight face back at the baron, "I was in the boys room, taking care of business." What? He wasn't embarrassed to say it. Nathan felt that he was being scrutinized by the Slytherin ghost, too bloody often. He needed to stop.
Ah Nathan showed healthy respect by scooting a little away from him even if the Baron surely wasn’t supposed to notice that he did that. The sixth year had been in the boy’s room. Too much information even for a several hundred year goes. Private tings were private.
"I see." The Baron grumbled.
"So, got any love advice to share?" He had caught Nathan looking at Vivian.
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siriusblackliveson His mama expected him to hit six feet by the end of the term. He wasn’t sure where he’d find the other six inches this year. “Why thank you Sir, I did. My mother was certain I’d hurt myself if I grew anymore.”
He listened to the Baron grumble about Peeves. Patrick understood, he had disliked Peeves since he was a first year and he was invited to their class for dodgeball. He strongly disliked him. “Hopefully one day he’ll simmer down, but that doesn’t sound likely.
Patrick made the Baron smile a rare smile.
"You've just got a growth spurt going on Patrick. Nothing to worry about." If his mother was really worried she could owl Professor Vance and she could set up an appointment for Patrick with the school healer. Case solved. Peeves came up again which made the Baron face turn into a gruff again.
"That will never happen. Peeves lives to cause as much trouble as possible." Quote:
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Nyx Lydia heard Beth call the ghost "his bloodiness." That was an interesting title. Summoning her courage, Lydia nodded politely to the ghost. "Hello, your bloodiness. My name is Lydia Beckett. It's nice to meet you. I..I like your wig."
The Baron was debating wheter to leave the feast to float up to the seventh floor to look for the lady Helena when one of the newly sorted girl’s addressed him. Turning his blakc staring eyes on the girl as she introduced herself as Lydia he replied hoarsly.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you Lydia. Welcome to the home of the snakes." The wig comment he ignored, just because he could.
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Awarlesta Black Georgie scurried in, double checking that no toilet paper was trailing behind her. Let's not repeat that incident AGAIn, shall we? She was holding in her wee for a very long time. For some reason, everyone and their PETS were using the train latrine at the same time. Hence, the late appearance.
She continued to scurry down the sides of the table.
"HI. HI. HI. HI. HI. HI. HI. HI. HI. Hello, Mr. Bloody Baron, sir. HI. HI. HI. HI."
Georgie's feet halted to sudden stop.
SWOOOOOOON.
.."Hi Flyyyyynnnn..........." She perched next to him, dropping her chin onto her hands. "How was you summer? 'You'?? HAHAHAAHAHA. Yourrrrrr."
The Baron was turning to leave when the spectres eyes landed on fourth year, Georgina as she scurried into the hall very late. And was that toilet paper that she had sticking out under her skirt hem? Disgusting. Floating over to towards Georgie he whispered hoarsly
"Good evening Georgina.! and a after a short pause he added leaning closer.
"You forgot a piece of toilet paper it’s sticking out, quite visible under your skirt." Which was very and higly inapproriate.