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TeafortheSoul · 04-29-2019, 08:18 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

She never quite knew how to accept congratulatory sentiments when it came to this sort of subject. Was it worthy of praise when one was simply doing what one was talented at? She supposed the same logic could be applied to her congratulating him on his ownership of Ollivanders - he merely doing what he was skilled at - and therefore anything other than a genuine 'thank you' could be considered hypocritical of snobbish. "Thank you," she nodded after what could have been considered an uncomfortable pause. "It is an honor to get to play for the country that raised me."

Her brows raised and eyes glittered, her interest clearly tickled as he continued speaking about himself. "That sounds fascinating," says with a sincerity not seen in her previous appreciative sentiments - a very real interest. Perhaps it was the notion of growing up around the outdoors, cultivated or not, that held the lure. Her 'damsel trapped in a tower' upbringing, as it were, had her craving that sort of setting. Why she enjoyed living in Kenmare as much as she did. "What drew you to wandmaking over broommaking?"

Did he still dabble in broommaking? She would be lying if the thought of a purely customized broom for herself had not flashed before her eyes. She was an opportunist, what could she say?

Himself. Interesting. She supposed.

"I think this matchmaker must surely be off her rocker," says a bit too curtly than intended. "Not in her pairing abilities but...conceptualization." Who in their right mind would ever think Azkaban was a good idea?

Nods easily at his next question, beginning even before he had even finished the sentence. "Always." Though after a pause supposes she ought to elaborate a bit more. "There is something freeing about it that I have not found anywhere else. Freeing and empowering."

He couldn't imagine being asked to represent a country like that, not in anything. Not that Ramiel himself did anything that had any sort of... representation, but it was impressive. A little intimidating. Not Zinnia herself, precisely, just the idea that you could have a job that you loved, but was so in the public eye and therefore subject to public expectation just as much as your own talent and ability. He studied a whorl in the wood of the table, nudging it with his little finger.

"I suppose the wandmaking came more naturally. Or at least I suppose it was more complex so it ....intrigued me more." Ramiel said, lifting his gaze from an examination of the table to meet her eyes. "And I could shape the brooms and I wasn't too bad with shaping the metal fixtures either I suppose, but there's just something about wands...." Something more. He shrugged a little. "And I'm pretty good at it, or well, so far anyway. No missing fingers or eyes." He held his hands up and waggled all his fingers in illustration, a slightly rueful smile on his lips. "I've always thought how interesting it might be to combine the two. Not strictly a wand you could ride, but a broom with more ability to....be one with its rider, lets say." It was something he'd been thinking about for some time, truthfully.

It was nice, what she was saying about Quidditch. The freeing thing. He understood that. "I feel like that in nature in general." He admitted. He wasn't much of a flyer himself, but he could understand the draw.

Ram looked around, far more settled now than he had been, which wasn't saying much because he was still somewhat jumpy and out of his element, which surprisingly had barely anything to do with the lovely woman he was stuck here with. Maybe he'd still be jumpy in another circumstance for that reason, but at least this time he had no chance of being nervous about her given all his nerves were being fried by the whole wizarding prison thing.

..... maybe that was why the matchmaker had done it?? He blinked a few times and then chuckled, immediately intending to share that sentiment. Not to be charming but because.... well, because. "I half wonder if it was so that we would be so nervous about the prison that we wouldn't have a chance to be nervous about being on a date with a good looking person... er I mean. You. That's you. The good looking one. Not the nervous one. The nervous one would be me. In this situation."

04-29-2019, 08:18 AM	#14 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie She never quite knew how to accept congratulatory sentiments when it came to this sort of subject. Was it worthy of praise when one was simply doing what one was talented at? She supposed the same logic could be applied to her congratulating him on his ownership of Ollivanders - he merely doing what he was skilled at - and therefore anything other than a genuine 'thank you' could be considered hypocritical of snobbish. "Thank you," she nodded after what could have been considered an uncomfortable pause. "It is an honor to get to play for the country that raised me." Her brows raised and eyes glittered, her interest clearly tickled as he continued speaking about himself. "That sounds fascinating," says with a sincerity not seen in her previous appreciative sentiments - a very real interest. Perhaps it was the notion of growing up around the outdoors, cultivated or not, that held the lure. Her 'damsel trapped in a tower' upbringing, as it were, had her craving that sort of setting. Why she enjoyed living in Kenmare as much as she did. "What drew you to wandmaking over broommaking?" Did he still dabble in broommaking? She would be lying if the thought of a purely customized broom for herself had not flashed before her eyes. She was an opportunist, what could she say? Himself. Interesting. She supposed. "I think this matchmaker must surely be off her rocker," says a bit too curtly than intended. "Not in her pairing abilities but...conceptualization." Who in their right mind would ever think Azkaban was a good idea? Nods easily at his next question, beginning even before he had even finished the sentence. "Always." Though after a pause supposes she ought to elaborate a bit more. "There is something freeing about it that I have not found anywhere else. Freeing and empowering." He couldn't imagine being asked to represent a country like that, not in anything. Not that Ramiel himself did anything that had any sort of... representation, but it was impressive. A little intimidating. Not Zinnia herself, precisely, just the idea that you could have a job that you loved, but was so in the public eye and therefore subject to public expectation just as much as your own talent and ability. He studied a whorl in the wood of the table, nudging it with his little finger. "I suppose the wandmaking came more naturally. Or at least I suppose it was more complex so it ....intrigued me more." Ramiel said, lifting his gaze from an examination of the table to meet her eyes. "And I could shape the brooms and I wasn't too bad with shaping the metal fixtures either I suppose, but there's just something about wands...." Something more. He shrugged a little. "And I'm pretty good at it, or well, so far anyway. No missing fingers or eyes." He held his hands up and waggled all his fingers in illustration, a slightly rueful smile on his lips. "I've always thought how interesting it might be to combine the two. Not strictly a wand you could ride, but a broom with more ability to....be one with its rider, lets say." It was something he'd been thinking about for some time, truthfully. It was nice, what she was saying about Quidditch. The freeing thing. He understood that. "I feel like that in nature in general." He admitted. He wasn't much of a flyer himself, but he could understand the draw. Ram looked around, far more settled now than he had been, which wasn't saying much because he was still somewhat jumpy and out of his element, which surprisingly had barely anything to do with the lovely woman he was stuck here with. Maybe he'd still be jumpy in another circumstance for that reason, but at least this time he had no chance of being nervous about her given all his nerves were being fried by the whole wizarding prison thing. ..... maybe that was why the matchmaker had done it?? He blinked a few times and then chuckled, immediately intending to share that sentiment. Not to be charming but because.... well, because. "I half wonder if it was so that we would be so nervous about the prison that we wouldn't have a chance to be nervous about being on a date with a good looking person... er I mean. You. That's you. The good looking one. Not the nervous one. The nervous one would be me. In this situation." __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you