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Uncle Moose · 12-29-2021, 01:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

"Is it clear?" Did that mean, then, that the human(?) occupying this compartment, with the chilly reception and the patchwork hand and the impractical hairstyle, had meant to be suspicious? If so, to what end? Milo turned his head fifty-five degrees to the right, and regarded the speaker out of the not-quite-corner of his icy blue eye.

It was strange, in a way that wasn't strange, that the further this train barrelled north, the worse the thoughts churned inside him. What had started as ripples on platform nine and three quarters had by now morphed into rapids, complete with whirlpools and eddies, alternately freezing and boiling. Milo's options for managing this were limited, but he did what he could and kept the turbulence under control. A common side effect of controlling the turbulence was drawing drawing attention, but it was nothing he wasn't used to.

"It didn't." If his response was frosty, that was only because it was so often how he sounded when he opened his mouth to speak. Empty voices made for cool words, but there was little to be done about it. Even less desire to try. "Abandon absolutes. You know nothing for sure."

Without hesitation, Milo placed the biscuit back in his pocket, keeping it covered with a hand to protect it from predators.

For the first time Moose cocked an eyebrow. It was not a common thing even he felt he would do. The longer he tried to figure this individual out the more strange Moose felt, and the weirder he felt the angrier he looked. So while his face looked to become more and more furious he kept the same level tone of voice from the get go with them. He had to try his best to keep his temper in check. "No, not really." He shrugged. Letting out a deep sigh to let out some tension with shrugging his shoulders. That felt better.

Holding a normal conversation was not going to be a thing with them was it? He noted their cold response. It was something he could catch onto when someone was talking to him when they would rather be elsewhere. He wasn't holding them here. They walked in when he spoke up to them. So if they felt threatened the door was behind them. Moose wasn't about trapping anyone in situations they couldn't get themselves out of. Okay well...some people, if he wasn't teasing with them to an extent. BUT IN GENERAL after his experience Moose preferred freedom over forced submission.

Wow...were they some kind of personified oracle? He narrowed his eyes into a glare. Then jabbed his wrapped up hand with his index finger pointed forward "I abandoned those when I became a Wizard."

"What's your name?" He asked them. This would be his invitation for them to stay. "I'm Moose, a Fifth Year Slytherin." He sat up straight from his seat and waited to see how else they would continue to surprise him.

12-29-2021, 01:18 AM	#22 (permalink)
Uncle Moose Grindylow Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: Cross Guild Posts: 14,333 Hogwarts RPG Name: Von Culpepper Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Paige Hall Hufflepuff Seventh Year x7 x8	Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir "Is it clear?" Did that mean, then, that the human(?) occupying this compartment, with the chilly reception and the patchwork hand and the impractical hairstyle, had meant to be suspicious? If so, to what end? Milo turned his head fifty-five degrees to the right, and regarded the speaker out of the not-quite-corner of his icy blue eye. It was strange, in a way that wasn't strange, that the further this train barrelled north, the worse the thoughts churned inside him. What had started as ripples on platform nine and three quarters had by now morphed into rapids, complete with whirlpools and eddies, alternately freezing and boiling. Milo's options for managing this were limited, but he did what he could and kept the turbulence under control. A common side effect of controlling the turbulence was drawing drawing attention, but it was nothing he wasn't used to. "It didn't." If his response was frosty, that was only because it was so often how he sounded when he opened his mouth to speak. Empty voices made for cool words, but there was little to be done about it. Even less desire to try. "Abandon absolutes. You know nothing for sure." Without hesitation, Milo placed the biscuit back in his pocket, keeping it covered with a hand to protect it from predators. For the first time Moose cocked an eyebrow. It was not a common thing even he felt he would do. The longer he tried to figure this individual out the more strange Moose felt, and the weirder he felt the angrier he looked. So while his face looked to become more and more furious he kept the same level tone of voice from the get go with them. He had to try his best to keep his temper in check. "No, not really." He shrugged. Letting out a deep sigh to let out some tension with shrugging his shoulders. That felt better. Holding a normal conversation was not going to be a thing with them was it? He noted their cold response. It was something he could catch onto when someone was talking to him when they would rather be elsewhere. He wasn't holding them here. They walked in when he spoke up to them. So if they felt threatened the door was behind them. Moose wasn't about trapping anyone in situations they couldn't get themselves out of. Okay well...some people, if he wasn't teasing with them to an extent. BUT IN GENERAL after his experience Moose preferred freedom over forced submission. Wow...were they some kind of personified oracle? He narrowed his eyes into a glare. Then jabbed his wrapped up hand with his index finger pointed forward "I abandoned those when I became a Wizard." "What's your name?" He asked them. This would be his invitation for them to stay. "I'm Moose, a Fifth Year Slytherin." He sat up straight from his seat and waited to see how else they would continue to surprise him. __________________