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BanaBatGirl · 04-03-2020, 06:19 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Valerie did not do chipper. Chipper people tended to be on the receiving end of her wand and he could inquire as to what all that entailed to any of the Illvermorny cheerleaders. They were the absolute worst of the bunch with their insufferable pep and status in the student body's hierarchy. She was a little irritated and a little fascinated by the fact that he was still standing there, almost like a well trained cruppy and her disinclined to offer anything as a reward for good behavior.

Her wild grey eyes tore themselves away from the magical blaze that was sure to die out all too quickly for her tastes and flickered dangerously over to her unwanted company. Whatever it was he was thinking about he could surely keep it to himself.

Her wand slipping back into its holster, she looked him up and down another moment as though she were evaluating him for something. And while she did that, she could see that he too was doing a bit of analysis on his own. Though she had barely spared him ten words, her Pacific Northwest with a hint of French Canadian accent would have stood out a fair bit compared to others' British tongues here in the Alley.

Having no further business here, she opted to depart the scene. However, as she did so she could not help but notice a bit of condiment clinging messily to the corner of his mouth. "You have something," she commented off the cuff while tapping the corner of her own lips with her finger.

It was a good fire, but one that was destined to be short-lived, considering that the most combustible elements in the trash can were likely only the newspaper and the apron itself. David glanced at his watch as to estimate the fire's likely ending, giving it another three minutes of entertainment before it would tire itself out.

As for his silent companion... he turned away from the dying blaze as the pale lady spoke, his brow furrowing for a moment as he tried to discern what she meant? He had something...? "Oh." David caught on and hastily wiped the mustard away with his thumb. Now that she spoke, it was clicking as to where he had spied this girl before. "Ilvermorny," he said confidently. "You were one of their competitors that came to Hogwarts." That was it; he was sure of it. Even though he himself had not competed, nor even attended all of the matches (it had been his sixth year and high time for him to be visiting various wizarding university campuses), he remembered her from the pack of American visitors. What were the chances there was another albino with an American accent in his age range, hmm? No, she was definitely the same pale person that had been competing all those years ago.

What was most interesting about this, though, was that she had chosen to stick around here of all places, and then sought ~~and lost~~ employment in Diagon Alley?

04-03-2020, 06:19 PM	#32 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Valerie did not do chipper. Chipper people tended to be on the receiving end of her wand and he could inquire as to what all that entailed to any of the Illvermorny cheerleaders. They were the absolute worst of the bunch with their insufferable pep and status in the student body's hierarchy. She was a little irritated and a little fascinated by the fact that he was still standing there, almost like a well trained cruppy and her disinclined to offer anything as a reward for good behavior. Her wild grey eyes tore themselves away from the magical blaze that was sure to die out all too quickly for her tastes and flickered dangerously over to her unwanted company. Whatever it was he was thinking about he could surely keep it to himself. Her wand slipping back into its holster, she looked him up and down another moment as though she were evaluating him for something. And while she did that, she could see that he too was doing a bit of analysis on his own. Though she had barely spared him ten words, her Pacific Northwest with a hint of French Canadian accent would have stood out a fair bit compared to others' British tongues here in the Alley. Having no further business here, she opted to depart the scene. However, as she did so she could not help but notice a bit of condiment clinging messily to the corner of his mouth. "You have something," she commented off the cuff while tapping the corner of her own lips with her finger. It was a good fire, but one that was destined to be short-lived, considering that the most combustible elements in the trash can were likely only the newspaper and the apron itself. David glanced at his watch as to estimate the fire's likely ending, giving it another three minutes of entertainment before it would tire itself out. As for his silent companion... he turned away from the dying blaze as the pale lady spoke, his brow furrowing for a moment as he tried to discern what she meant? He had something...? "Oh." David caught on and hastily wiped the mustard away with his thumb. Now that she spoke, it was clicking as to where he had spied this girl before. "Ilvermorny," he said confidently. "You were one of their competitors that came to Hogwarts." That was it; he was sure of it. Even though he himself had not competed, nor even attended all of the matches (it had been his sixth year and high time for him to be visiting various wizarding university campuses), he remembered her from the pack of American visitors. What were the chances there was another albino with an American accent in his age range, hmm? No, she was definitely the same pale person that had been competing all those years ago. What was most interesting about this, though, was that she had chosen to stick around here of all places, and then sought ~~and lost~~ employment in Diagon Alley? __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind