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aRogueOne · 05-07-2018, 10:33 AM

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Originally Posted by Callie

"Neverland is..." Her voice became wistful now, almost longing. "...the land of dreams. That's what it is made of. The dreams and imagination of children. So all this," she gave the same emphasis around them with a gesture, "it's still all new, and still more dream for you than reality. Sure, it's great, and probably will always be for you, but dreams are dreams and reality is reality and there's a reason fiction exists. To escape reality."

Oh and now he was actually looking at her back, and not out of the corner of his eye either. Perhaps there...

She tilted her head in thought at his question, then shook it. "You don't look for a specific something, you just look, and in looking let everything reveal itself to you." And there was always something being revealed if you stopped looking for it and just looked. Like that newly sparked curiosity he was looking at her with. She'd stumped him perhaps, or surprised him, or both.

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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime

the blonde hadn't explored enough so that was what she was doing now. Exploring, this was likely the highest she had been in the school save for heading to the Astronomy tower and y'know Divinations...she loved Divinations - even if it wasn't truly her favorite class it was Laurel's class and that made it even more special to her. Her hands held lightly on her magically charmed little music player that she had gotten from her cousin’s husband…god, she loved them

Her fingers tapped out the beat to the song as the first year she was currently listening to. The song, this song had been one of the many Cordelia had given to her for her surviving Hogwarts mixtape. Cordy had said it fit her, it was her personality even. Her floral headphone clad head bounced side to side as she moved.

Bop – bop twiiiiiiiirl

She was busy dancing and tapping her feet to the beat of the song. It was easy to say that she would have been full-on dancing had she had space. ”you’re easy lov—“ oh holy flying fried carp she had nearly sung that aloud.

Looking around finally she spotted them…wait THEM? Had hell frozen over – the last SHE knew Quinnybear couldn’t stand popper the popcorn stealer and well…frankly, it had seemed mostly mutual ever since the train? Had…had they tried to make peace for the sake of the house or did she need to like – rescue her? Quinn didn’t need rescuing she hardly ever needed anything that was the epitome of what her Quinnity was….even, even if Beth would never as long as Pigs couldn’t fly – as in never in any of the fiery rings of hell would Beth Grevyson accept this as a fact. Quinn needed people even if she denied it all the way to her deathbed. ”Quinnlin Charlotte Kevelle, I’ve missed you so muuuuuuuch like…more than the volume of the black lake much” she frowned to her best friend in that playful way she had always sort of pouted at her even as a little kid.

Then, in a simple swift movement, she turned her head and glanced at Ewan. "he giving you trouble?" she asked her left eyebrow raising a tiny bit, enough maybe to be intimidating - or so she hoped. The one thing she would hate would be if she ever found out that she was utterly un-intimidating...was she too kind? That'd be horrid.

Ewan listened now with a new intensity. He could tell this meant something to Quinn, even if she wouldn’t admit it, and honesty, he’d used the magical world of fiction to escape so many times when he was younger. He could hear the slight longing in her voice when she talked about Neverland, the way she described it, almost as this place that only the purest of heart could visit. This, he understood. “I understand, I mean, when I first started reading, I would always end up...” Still looking at her closely. Could...he trust her with this?

*” you’re easy lov—“*

Ewan turned towards the sound in a flash, his last sentence all but forgotten. Unaware that there had been anyone else in the library, he listened closely. Had... someone been... singling? That was one thing, I mean, this is after all, a library. The strangest part was, he thought he recognised the chorus. Shaking his head, he waited for this ‘disturber of the peace’. Seconds passed as he looked in the direction of the approaching feet, his hands plucking thin air now in a particular order. He was sure he recognised that song, I mean, he even knew how to play it. *Sigh* He wished he’d brought his Ukulele now; Maybe he’d pop up to his dorm and get it; He’d heard this place had a music room.

*Rolls his eyes*

Honestly, if he didn’t know better, he may have suggested that they planned this little meet up. Around the corner came another first-year girl. Annabeth. With the tiniest of glances, he looked back at Quinn. Why did I mention that stupid book! His hands stopped plucking invisible cords now as she frowned at him, one eye brow raised. How dare she stroll over here, singing a song that HE liked and then accuse him of giving Quinn trouble? HE’D BEEN HERE FIRST READING QUIETLY! Taking a deep breath, he removed any trace of resentment before finally...laughing. Chuckling, he looked at her in the face. Giving her the smallest of winks, he turned back to Quinn before finally answering Beth’s question, deciding not to chew her head off “I’m not giving her trouble. Quinn was just filling me in on some muggle fiction she likes”. With a brief pause, he tagged on to the end “Don’t worry, you can stop impersonating the Rock. My popcorn stealing days are behind me”, A small smirk appearing for the briefest of seconds. He'd be surprised if either of them got that last reference.

05-07-2018, 10:33 AM	#12 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,570 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Callie "Neverland is..." Her voice became wistful now, almost longing. "...the land of dreams. That's what it is made of. The dreams and imagination of children. So all this," she gave the same emphasis around them with a gesture, "it's still all new, and still more dream for you than reality. Sure, it's great, and probably will always be for you, but dreams are dreams and reality is reality and there's a reason fiction exists. To escape reality." Oh and now he was actually looking at her back, and not out of the corner of his eye either. Perhaps there... She tilted her head in thought at his question, then shook it. "You don't look for a specific something, you just look, and in looking let everything reveal itself to you." And there was always something being revealed if you stopped looking for it and just looked. Like that newly sparked curiosity he was looking at her with. She'd stumped him perhaps, or surprised him, or both. Quote: Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime the blonde hadn't explored enough so that was what she was doing now. Exploring, this was likely the highest she had been in the school save for heading to the Astronomy tower and y'know Divinations...she loved Divinations - even if it wasn't truly her favorite class it was Laurel's class and that made it even more special to her. Her hands held lightly on her magically charmed little music player that she had gotten from her cousin’s husband…god, she loved them Her fingers tapped out the beat to the song as the first year she was currently listening to. The song, this song had been one of the many Cordelia had given to her for her surviving Hogwarts mixtape. Cordy had said it fit her, it was her personality even. Her floral headphone clad head bounced side to side as she moved. Bop – bop twiiiiiiiirl She was busy dancing and tapping her feet to the beat of the song. It was easy to say that she would have been full-on dancing had she had space. ”you’re easy lov—“ oh holy flying fried carp she had nearly sung that aloud. Looking around finally she spotted them…wait THEM? Had hell frozen over – the last SHE knew Quinnybear couldn’t stand popper the popcorn stealer and well…frankly, it had seemed mostly mutual ever since the train? Had…had they tried to make peace for the sake of the house or did she need to like – rescue her? Quinn didn’t need rescuing she hardly ever needed anything that was the epitome of what her Quinnity was….even, even if Beth would never as long as Pigs couldn’t fly – as in never in any of the fiery rings of hell would Beth Grevyson accept this as a fact. Quinn needed people even if she denied it all the way to her deathbed. ”Quinnlin Charlotte Kevelle, I’ve missed you so muuuuuuuch like…more than the volume of the black lake much” she frowned to her best friend in that playful way she had always sort of pouted at her even as a little kid. Then, in a simple swift movement, she turned her head and glanced at Ewan. "he giving you trouble?" she asked her left eyebrow raising a tiny bit, enough maybe to be intimidating - or so she hoped. The one thing she would hate would be if she ever found out that she was utterly un-intimidating...was she too kind? That'd be horrid. Ewan listened now with a new intensity. He could tell this meant something to Quinn, even if she wouldn’t admit it, and honesty, he’d used the magical world of fiction to escape so many times when he was younger. He could hear the slight longing in her voice when she talked about Neverland, the way she described it, almost as this place that only the purest of heart could visit. This, he understood. “I understand, I mean, when I first started reading, I would always end up...” Still looking at her closely. Could...he trust her with this? *” you’re easy lov—“* Ewan turned towards the sound in a flash, his last sentence all but forgotten. Unaware that there had been anyone else in the library, he listened closely. Had... someone been... singling? That was one thing, I mean, this is after all, a library. The strangest part was, he thought he recognised the chorus. Shaking his head, he waited for this ‘disturber of the peace’. Seconds passed as he looked in the direction of the approaching feet, his hands plucking thin air now in a particular order. He was sure he recognised that song, I mean, he even knew how to play it. Sigh He wished he’d brought his Ukulele now; Maybe he’d pop up to his dorm and get it; He’d heard this place had a music room. *Rolls his eyes* Honestly, if he didn’t know better, he may have suggested that they planned this little meet up. Around the corner came another first-year girl. Annabeth. With the tiniest of glances, he looked back at Quinn. Why did I mention that stupid book! His hands stopped plucking invisible cords now as she frowned at him, one eye brow raised. How dare she stroll over here, singing a song that HE liked and then accuse him of giving Quinn trouble? HE’D BEEN HERE FIRST READING QUIETLY! Taking a deep breath, he removed any trace of resentment before finally...laughing. Chuckling, he looked at her in the face. Giving her the smallest of winks, he turned back to Quinn before finally answering Beth’s question, deciding not to chew her head off “I’m not giving her trouble. Quinn was just filling me in on some muggle fiction she likes”. With a brief pause, he tagged on to the end “Don’t worry, you can stop impersonating the Rock. My popcorn stealing days are behind me”, A small smirk appearing for the briefest of seconds. He'd be surprised if either of them got that last reference.