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DaniDiNardo · 05-08-2018, 09:30 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Derf was trying not to look at his friends though the lens of an infant or wounded creature - something Abey had pointed out to him he did all to frequently - but it was really hard. Especially when he noted a similar look in Jessa's eyes like the one he had seen when he had first met Picketta. One of uprooting and unease. But he had also promised himself he wasn't going to pry or otherwise try to talk too heavily with his friend, she seemed more like she needed distractions right now anyway. Though...he did want to know. Growing up was odd like that, the people you once told everything to suddenly...not being those people. Not that he did not trust Jessa...but, well, he did not approve of a lot of her experiments and she knew that. So a shift was only natural.

"Sure," he nodded, pivoting around and poking his head inside. He ended up grabbing a few cartons, probably one too many, but he was feeling particularly indecisive at the moment. Story of his life, really. "Yup," he chirped as he set them down in a neat row before her, pointing to his head once his hands were free. "Scamander is here too." In his enchanted pocket, as always. "Woulda brought my toad from choir too...but he doesn't take a liking to really being around me other than when we're singing." There was also his fire salamanders but, well, they stayed in the creatures area for obvious reasons.

It was the saddest thing. Years of friendship and Jessa was nowhere closer to liking that salamander. It wasn't anything the poor thing had ever done, she simply.......didn't like him. Thankfully she'd learned to at least be tolerant. Now she never made faces when told Scamander was around or would be shortly. The bowtruckle she was far less reserved about...even if that didn't particularly mean liking either.

Come to think of it, Jessa wasn't particularly found of most creatures, not while they were alive anyway--not including Dexter and Mew. They'd made a special place in her heart and were reaping the rich rewards of never having any experiment done on them but ANYWAY ice-cream while she tried to forget everything that needed forgetting. Instinctively, the Ravenclaw levitated the strawberry flavoured tub from the others Derf had grabbed. This one would be a must. "What sort of toad is he? Does he do anything special? How'd they get him to sing? Does he know what he's singing about and when he's doing it?" Naturally she had a ton of questions....but not enough time or diligence to join the choir just to find out.

No thanks.

"I can't believe all the homework we've already got. My brain's only just gotten back into the rhythm of restricted thinking." It was like some of the Professors had eagerly sat around during the summer coming up with various ways to bog them down. "I probably won't do it....or I'll do half just to make sure I don't have too many Professors complaining about me at one time." What was the point? She'd already learned it all.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Derf was trying not to look at his friends though the lens of an infant or wounded creature - something Abey had pointed out to him he did all to frequently - but it was really hard. Especially when he noted a similar look in Jessa's eyes like the one he had seen when he had first met Picketta. One of uprooting and unease. But he had also promised himself he wasn't going to pry or otherwise try to talk too heavily with his friend, she seemed more like she needed distractions right now anyway. Though...he did want to know. Growing up was odd like that, the people you once told everything to suddenly...not being those people. Not that he did not trust Jessa...but, well, he did not approve of a lot of her experiments and she knew that. So a shift was only natural. "Sure," he nodded, pivoting around and poking his head inside. He ended up grabbing a few cartons, probably one too many, but he was feeling particularly indecisive at the moment. Story of his life, really. "Yup," he chirped as he set them down in a neat row before her, pointing to his head once his hands were free. "Scamander is here too." In his enchanted pocket, as always. "Woulda brought my toad from choir too...but he doesn't take a liking to really being around me other than when we're singing." There was also his fire salamanders but, well, they stayed in the creatures area for obvious reasons. It was the saddest thing. Years of friendship and Jessa was nowhere closer to liking that salamander. It wasn't anything the poor thing had ever done, she simply.......didn't like him. Thankfully she'd learned to at least be tolerant. Now she never made faces when told Scamander was around or would be shortly. The bowtruckle she was far less reserved about...even if that didn't particularly mean liking either. Come to think of it, Jessa wasn't particularly found of most creatures, not while they were alive anyway--not including Dexter and Mew. They'd made a special place in her heart and were reaping the rich rewards of never having any experiment done on them but ANYWAY ice-cream while she tried to forget everything that needed forgetting. Instinctively, the Ravenclaw levitated the strawberry flavoured tub from the others Derf had grabbed. This one would be a must. "What sort of toad is he? Does he do anything special? How'd they get him to sing? Does he know what he's singing about and when he's doing it?" Naturally she had a ton of questions....but not enough time or diligence to join the choir just to find out. No thanks. "I can't believe all the homework we've already got. My brain's only just gotten back into the rhythm of restricted thinking." It was like some of the Professors had eagerly sat around during the summer coming up with various ways to bog them down. "I probably won't do it....or I'll do half just to make sure I don't have too many Professors complaining about me at one time." What was the point? She'd already learned it all. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.