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aRogueOne · 04-19-2020, 10:56 AM

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Originally Posted by MuggleDinosaur

Mason couldn't take his eyes off of all the brooms. If he buys one he knows his mom is going to be so mad...maybe mad enough to ground him. That will never happen, he's a good kid but he did remember when she caught him sneaking through some stuff about his dad. He was curious and he knows that his dad played Quidditch at Hogwarts. Now he would just have to meet his dad...one day...hopefully soon.

Enough of that sappy stupid stuff, back to the important things in his life right now. QUIDDITCH! Yeah, that's what he needed to think about, that was more important than thinking about his father...the person he's never met. Quidditch, think about Quidditch.

Mason tapped his fingers on his lips as he kept walking down the aisle, he didn't know what broom or even what kind of broom he wanted. You know if he really went up against REAL players if he would be any good. He has never stuck to one position but that might be a good thing BUT he would have to be good at all the positions so he could get on a professional team in the future.

As Mason was looking around even more he heard a voice near him. "My mom might kill me...but I wouldn't mind buying one?" Mason said, his smooth southern accent rolled off of his tongue as he responded to the older kid. "Do ya have any suggestions from that older mind of yours?" he said as his twang was taking over more, he had a love-hate relationship with his accent.

Guess it was a little obvious that he wasn’t some ethereal ghost talking to the kid so, Jude stepped out with a cheeky grin on his face as he looked down at the kid. The accent its self wasn’t an issue for him. Some of his best friends back home in New York were from the South so listening to the Southern drawl of the blonde-haired pompadour, if anything, was somewhat refreshing from the brutish harshness of the British accent Besides, who was he to complain about accents when his was so thick and in your face, it was practically knocking you over with its harshness.

“Well kid, dere's not a lot your mudder can do if yuh buy one and doan tell huh, is dere?” an amused expression crossing his face now. He wasn’t intentionally trying to get the little munchkin in trouble. Merely, showing him a different way of thinking? Yes, both sides of the coin, as it were.

“Den again, if she does find out, yuh future is not lookin' too good. Right? But. Yuh with me?..who knows what'll happen. I sure doan I'm no Calchas” his hands in front of him now, going back and forth as if to demonstrate a weighing scale tipping back and forth. If it was him, he most likely wouldn’t buy it. Not because he couldn’t afford it but because he just knew it would just gather dust. Besides, there were plenty of other things one could spend money on if you were the right age, his mind wandering back to the tattoo and piercing shop that he’d spotted on his treks around Diagon Alley earlier. The kid thought he had it bad, just let him go home after the school year with a tattoo and see how Tina Lou MacAfee blows up like a puffer fish being poked.

And yet, he could feel the temptation. The thrill of doing something he wasn’t supposed to. An adventure. It was what he lived for.

04-19-2020, 10:56 AM	#75 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fourth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by MuggleDinosaur Mason couldn't take his eyes off of all the brooms. If he buys one he knows his mom is going to be so mad...maybe mad enough to ground him. That will never happen, he's a good kid but he did remember when she caught him sneaking through some stuff about his dad. He was curious and he knows that his dad played Quidditch at Hogwarts. Now he would just have to meet his dad...one day...hopefully soon. Enough of that sappy stupid stuff, back to the important things in his life right now. QUIDDITCH! Yeah, that's what he needed to think about, that was more important than thinking about his father...the person he's never met. Quidditch, think about Quidditch. Mason tapped his fingers on his lips as he kept walking down the aisle, he didn't know what broom or even what kind of broom he wanted. You know if he really went up against REAL players if he would be any good. He has never stuck to one position but that might be a good thing BUT he would have to be good at all the positions so he could get on a professional team in the future. As Mason was looking around even more he heard a voice near him. "My mom might kill me...but I wouldn't mind buying one?" Mason said, his smooth southern accent rolled off of his tongue as he responded to the older kid. "Do ya have any suggestions from that older mind of yours?" he said as his twang was taking over more, he had a love-hate relationship with his accent. Guess it was a little obvious that he wasn’t some ethereal ghost talking to the kid so, Jude stepped out with a cheeky grin on his face as he looked down at the kid. The accent its self wasn’t an issue for him. Some of his best friends back home in New York were from the South so listening to the Southern drawl of the blonde-haired pompadour, if anything, was somewhat refreshing from the brutish harshness of the British accent Besides, who was he to complain about accents when his was so thick and in your face, it was practically knocking you over with its harshness. “Well kid, dere's not a lot your mudder can do if yuh buy one and doan tell huh, is dere?” an amused expression crossing his face now. He wasn’t intentionally trying to get the little munchkin in trouble. Merely, showing him a different way of thinking? Yes, both sides of the coin, as it were. “Den again, if she does find out, yuh future is not lookin' too good. Right? But. Yuh with me?..who knows what'll happen. I sure doan I'm no Calchas” his hands in front of him now, going back and forth as if to demonstrate a weighing scale tipping back and forth. If it was him, he most likely wouldn’t buy it. Not because he couldn’t afford it but because he just knew it would just gather dust. Besides, there were plenty of other things one could spend money on if you were the right age, his mind wandering back to the tattoo and piercing shop that he’d spotted on his treks around Diagon Alley earlier. The kid thought he had it bad, just let him go home after the school year with a tattoo and see how Tina Lou MacAfee blows up like a puffer fish being poked. And yet, he could feel the temptation. The thrill of doing something he wasn’t supposed to. An adventure. It was what he lived for.