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astrocat · 05-20-2021, 01:53 AM

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Originally Posted by NiallNIP

Quinn smiled and nodded. "Alstroemerias are very pretty, but I didn't have any in my garden sadly." He had forget-me-nots. They reminded him of Atlas's eyes. But, you know, in a friend way, of course. But he would never say that... anyway. "My favorites aren't that interesting, honestly... just dahlias, pansies and chrysanthemums. They're some of the first flowers I grew myself, so I'm pretty fond of them." Quinn liked trees and ferns and stuff, too, but he couldn't really grow those himself. Not right now, at least. "I like plants regardless of their meanings, too. Those meanings are cool and stuff, but I feel like... you should like things because they appeal to you. And not because other people think something differently about them, whether good or bad." ....his smile faltered a bit. That sentiment could be applied to some other things, too. "And, I mean, I'm definitely a fan of plants in general. But... y'know, I'm still scared about the man-eating ones. They're... spooky." He shivered just thinking about the man-eating hedges. Quinn would probably have to get over that, though... he was very interested in pursuing herbology in the future.

Quinn listened as Ash listed off all the music she liked. Which was... a lot. There wasn't much music that Quinn particularly disliked, but there were some that were... a bit much for him. Rock was a maybe, rap was a not often and metal was a never. He mostly liked pop music, but that was mostly what he heard in the car with his parents.... he wasn't a big music listener generally, honestly. He didn't really have anything to listen to music on, so... he never got into it. So he didn't really have much to contribute to Ash's music talk. "Well, that's pretty cool. You seem to know a little piano, too."

Quinn blushed a bit. "Um... well, I mean... if you want to, I guess that's alright.." He felt a little weird about being painted, but there didn't seem to be anything inherently wrong with it, so... why not? "What do you plan on doing with the paintings?"

mhmmmm. A friend way. It was maybe a good thing Quinn didn't bring up Atlas' eyes, or Ash might have derailed the conversation to brainstorm on setting the two of them up together. But he didn't say that so she didn't think about it and so she did not bring up how cute Quinn and Atlas were. But if she HAD thought about it, the conversation would definitely be going in that direction. Ash hardly thought of herself as a child, but she occasionally liked to play pretend as one. Hair braiding, nail polish, giggling about crushes. Ash would be longing for those, if she had been thinking about them. Which she was not.

"Yes." You know what ideas Quinn was (probably unknowingly) expressing? Fight the Establishment. And that was one of Ash's favorite ideas ever. "Like whatever flowers you want Quinn, even if the flowers are just regular flowers that you think are cool. And hobbies and people and ideas." It was always good to see people express defiant ideas. Even if they were deathly afraid of being defiant half the time. "Even and especially if other people think what you like is dumb." People thought she was insane for standing up for muggleborns. And hating 'innocent' bystanders. But she didn't quite care. "Maybe you'd like venus flytraps. They're carnivorous, but they can't hurt humans."

Ash didn't know that Quinn didn't listen to music. If she DID know, there was only a 50% chance of her caring. "I came in here to play a lot last year. Rosier never found me, but Sammy Summers did. That didn't end too well, I must say." She sighed. Who knew Cambridge would react like that? Not her.

"I'm painting everyone I can find. Even Upstead. Because right now, I have a photographic memory. But if and when I get better, it might go away, but there are some things that I actually do want to remember." She supposed her photographic memory was a safety mechanism, so she would not forget her spells or identity in the mirror even though her soul was withering away. She couldn't live, but she could remember what it was like to. It was a double edged sword though. Ash found that the majority of the things she remembered were things she wish she forgot.

05-20-2021, 01:53 AM	#21 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,146 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Fifth Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? Quote: Originally Posted by NiallNIP Quinn smiled and nodded. "Alstroemerias are very pretty, but I didn't have any in my garden sadly." He had forget-me-nots. They reminded him of Atlas's eyes. But, you know, in a friend way, of course. But he would never say that... anyway. "My favorites aren't that interesting, honestly... just dahlias, pansies and chrysanthemums. They're some of the first flowers I grew myself, so I'm pretty fond of them." Quinn liked trees and ferns and stuff, too, but he couldn't really grow those himself. Not right now, at least. "I like plants regardless of their meanings, too. Those meanings are cool and stuff, but I feel like... you should like things because they appeal to you. And not because other people think something differently about them, whether good or bad." ....his smile faltered a bit. That sentiment could be applied to some other things, too. "And, I mean, I'm definitely a fan of plants in general. But... y'know, I'm still scared about the man-eating ones. They're... spooky." He shivered just thinking about the man-eating hedges. Quinn would probably have to get over that, though... he was very interested in pursuing herbology in the future. Quinn listened as Ash listed off all the music she liked. Which was... a lot. There wasn't much music that Quinn particularly disliked, but there were some that were... a bit much for him. Rock was a maybe, rap was a not often and metal was a never. He mostly liked pop music, but that was mostly what he heard in the car with his parents.... he wasn't a big music listener generally, honestly. He didn't really have anything to listen to music on, so... he never got into it. So he didn't really have much to contribute to Ash's music talk. "Well, that's pretty cool. You seem to know a little piano, too." Quinn blushed a bit. "Um... well, I mean... if you want to, I guess that's alright.." He felt a little weird about being painted, but there didn't seem to be anything inherently wrong with it, so... why not? "What do you plan on doing with the paintings?" mhmmmm. A friend way. It was maybe a good thing Quinn didn't bring up Atlas' eyes, or Ash might have derailed the conversation to brainstorm on setting the two of them up together. But he didn't say that so she didn't think about it and so she did not bring up how cute Quinn and Atlas were. But if she HAD thought about it, the conversation would definitely be going in that direction. Ash hardly thought of herself as a child, but she occasionally liked to play pretend as one. Hair braiding, nail polish, giggling about crushes. Ash would be longing for those, if she had been thinking about them. Which she was not. "Yes." You know what ideas Quinn was (probably unknowingly) expressing? Fight the Establishment. And that was one of Ash's favorite ideas ever. "Like whatever flowers you want Quinn, even if the flowers are just regular flowers that you think are cool. And hobbies and people and ideas." It was always good to see people express defiant ideas. Even if they were deathly afraid of being defiant half the time. "Even and especially if other people think what you like is dumb." People thought she was insane for standing up for muggleborns. And hating 'innocent' bystanders. But she didn't quite care. "Maybe you'd like venus flytraps. They're carnivorous, but they can't hurt humans." Ash didn't know that Quinn didn't listen to music. If she DID know, there was only a 50% chance of her caring. "I came in here to play a lot last year. Rosier never found me, but Sammy Summers did. That didn't end too well, I must say." She sighed. Who knew Cambridge would react like that? Not her. "I'm painting everyone I can find. Even Upstead. Because right now, I have a photographic memory. But if and when I get better, it might go away, but there are some things that I actually do want to remember." She supposed her photographic memory was a safety mechanism, so she would not forget her spells or identity in the mirror even though her soul was withering away. She couldn't live, but she could remember what it was like to. It was a double edged sword though. Ash found that the majority of the things she remembered were things she wish she forgot.