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BanaBatGirl · 04-20-2020, 07:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

As soon as the woman turned, Jake realised at once that he knew her. Perks(?) of having first met her when she was an adult (but probably younger than he was now? ... Merlin) meant knowing her adult face very well. It was ingrained in his memory, probably, after all the... ahem... run-ins at Hogwarts.

He couldn't tell if she recognised him yet, because she seemed more intent on ~~screeching like a banshee~~ making her displeasure known.

"Alright... let's just both relax here," Jake said, using the firm-but-not-unkind voice that was effective both at work and with... like a quarter of his children. Occasionally. He lowered his wand slightly, now that he knew who she was and having decided this didn't seem terribly out of character for her... but not entirely disregarding the possibility of some sort of curse or possession, purely because he was long in the habit of erring on the side of caution, thanks to work. "I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding here. I very much doubt he set out to attack you." Some of his other kids? He'd believe it. Ezra, who was now sheltering right behind him, stock still bar the trembling and completely concealed from view? No, no. And not that it really meant anything, but if the boy didn't end up in Hufflepuff, Jake would eat his hat.

... Well, he didn't own a hat, but he'd buy one for the cause. "Did he kick you?" If so, Jake would make him apologise, even though he'd be proud. Because ~~it was Bunbury~~ he had been taught to defend himself after all. But those kicks did hurt.

"If you were trying to take him somewhere, you probably just panicked him." Jake reached behind his back again and squeezed his son's shoulder - firmly, just like he liked. "But I'm sure you've panicked your fair share of small children, right, Anastasia?" He smiled widely at her.

Some phrases Anastasia had never taken well to included (but were not limited to) calm down, relax, lower your voice, put down your wand, let go of the chocolate, they're just plants, please stop yelling at me, etc. etc. She noticed that he was lowering his wand, but since hers was just loosely held in her hand, she didn't move to do the same. She didn't move at all, really, just breathing in and out through her flared nostrils and eying this FATHER suspiciously.

"Hmmph," was all she replied to the explanations about the boy's intentions. Explanations sounded more like EXCUSES to her. Also, she wasn't entirely sure how she had scuffled with the boy. Whether or not he'd kicked her mattered less than the fact that she felt she was owed an apology anyway. She opened her mouth to inform the parent of this when---when---wait-- but----

Anastasia STARED at the man now, wand up in suspicion. She was running his face through her mental library and coming up short every time. She didn't know anyone in this age range....? Did she???????? How old was this man anyway? And what--- and who??? But with the boy?????????????

She snapped at him, tempted to jab at him as well with her wand.

"How do you know my name?" AND WHY WAS HE SMILING ABOUT IT? There was something about the way he'd said Anastasia, coupled with the joke about panicking children, that was making her brain itch.

04-20-2020, 07:24 PM	#81 (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	did i ever tell u Bunz is based on my mother? there's some BIG Linda vibes here Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir As soon as the woman turned, Jake realised at once that he knew her. Perks(?) of having first met her when she was an adult (but probably younger than he was now? ... Merlin) meant knowing her adult face very well. It was ingrained in his memory, probably, after all the... ahem... run-ins at Hogwarts. He couldn't tell if she recognised him yet, because she seemed more intent on ~~screeching like a banshee~~ making her displeasure known. *"Alright... let's just both* relax here,"** Jake said, using the firm-but-not-unkind voice that was effective both at work and with... like a quarter of his children. Occasionally. He lowered his wand slightly, now that he knew who she was and having decided this didn't seem terribly out of character for her... but not entirely disregarding the possibility of some sort of curse or possession, purely because he was long in the habit of erring on the side of caution, thanks to work. "I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding here. I very much doubt he set out to attack you." Some of his other kids? He'd believe it. Ezra, who was now sheltering right behind him, stock still bar the trembling and completely concealed from view? No, no. And not that it really meant anything, but if the boy didn't end up in Hufflepuff, Jake would eat his hat. ... Well, he didn't own a hat, but he'd buy one for the cause. "Did he kick you?" If so, Jake would make him apologise, even though he'd be proud. Because ~~it was Bunbury~~ he had been taught to defend himself after all. But those kicks did hurt. "If you were trying to take him somewhere, you probably just panicked him." Jake reached behind his back again and squeezed his son's shoulder - firmly, just like he liked. "But I'm sure you've panicked your fair share of small children, right, Anastasia?" He smiled widely at her. Some phrases Anastasia had never taken well to included (but were not limited to) calm down, relax, lower your voice, put down your wand, let go of the chocolate, they're just plants, please stop yelling at me, etc. etc. She noticed that he was lowering his wand, but since hers was just loosely held in her hand, she didn't move to do the same. She didn't move at all, really, just breathing in and out through her flared nostrils and eying this FATHER suspiciously. "Hmmph," was all she replied to the explanations about the boy's intentions. Explanations sounded more like EXCUSES to her. Also, she wasn't entirely sure how she had scuffled with the boy. Whether or not he'd kicked her mattered less than the fact that she felt she was owed an apology anyway. She opened her mouth to inform the parent of this when---when---wait-- but---- Anastasia STARED at the man now, wand up in suspicion. She was running his face through her mental library and coming up short every time. She didn't know anyone in this age range....? Did she???????? How old was this man anyway? And what--- and who??? But with the boy????????????? She snapped at him, tempted to jab at him as well with her wand. "How do you know my name?" AND WHY WAS HE SMILING ABOUT IT? There was something about the way he'd said Anastasia, coupled with the joke about panicking children, that was making her brain itch. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind