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Felixir · 12-30-2021, 04:34 AM

SPOILER!!: WMS

Milo, head still turned partly to the side, quietly regarded the speaker. Face versus tone. Actions versus words. Despite the expression in evidence, he was not scared of this... moose. Mousse. Mouse. Mouth. House. Fifth year Slytherin. Threat was another matter entirely. A Vanished object.

As he so often did when interactions turned to the exchanging of names, Milo neglected to give his own. Usually that involved seeming as though he didn't know he was expected to introduce himself, but this time it was clear he intended to unabashedly ignore the question outright. "Became a wizard how?" he said instead, unguarding his pocket and slinging his shoes over his shoulder, so one hung down his back and the other in front. "I thought magic was innate."

With that, he reached up and, with a bunny hop to help him along (only a small one needed, being that he was a little lanky for his age), grabbed the upper frame of the compartment doorway. He hung there by his fingertips, which only just managed to find purchase, swung gently with the momentum of the train, and watched the moose/mousse.

12-30-2021, 04:34 AM	#29 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: WMS Quote: Originally Posted by Uncle Moose 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. Milo, head still turned partly to the side, quietly regarded the speaker. Face versus tone. Actions versus words. Despite the expression in evidence, he was not scared of this... moose. Mousse. Mouse. Mouth. House. Fifth year Slytherin. Threat was another matter entirely. A Vanished object. As he so often did when interactions turned to the exchanging of names, Milo neglected to give his own. Usually that involved seeming as though he didn't know he was expected to introduce himself, but this time it was clear he intended to unabashedly ignore the question outright. "Became a wizard how?" he said instead, unguarding his pocket and slinging his shoes over his shoulder, so one hung down his back and the other in front. "I thought magic was innate." With that, he reached up and, with a bunny hop to help him along (only a small one needed, being that he was a little lanky for his age), grabbed the upper frame of the compartment doorway. He hung there by his fingertips, which only just managed to find purchase, swung gently with the momentum of the train, and watched the moose/mousse. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!