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Felixir · 12-31-2021, 07:22 AM

SPOILER!!:

"Am I new," Milo repeated the question, considering it just as he considered the moose's clenched fist. Before he could embark on an exploration of the question, and then an exploration of the answer, he'd been provided with an elaboration. "Starting Hogwarts for the first time." Repetition was a valid form of answer. Easier too, though it wasn't consistent with the way he preferred to turn a phrase.

For a long moment, Milo went quiet again, a fairly absent expression on his face, which was now turned directly towards the moose. This kept happening, possibly because of the train situation, possibly because this was the new trend, a time of great change and movement; it's the most transient time of the year. Milo didn't know yet. Didn't know much about anything in that long, empty moment.

The long, empty moment ended, but he still kept his silence a little longer, swaying lightly in the doorframe, fingers burning. Muggles knew magic, or, rather, about magic. Milo knew this to be fact, from his experience in muggle schools. He also knew that they were frightened of it whenever it actually happened in front of them. Or to them. He looked at the moose a moment longer, then directed his eyes upwards, intently regarding the lamp hanging from the compartment ceiling. Synchronised.

"My grandfather doesn't have a porch."

12-31-2021, 07:22 AM	#32 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,157 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!!: Quote: Originally Posted by Uncle Moose So what was Moose supposed to do now? Yet again he was left baffled by there actions. Blatantly refusing to offer up a name despite he himself giving his own...well...own given name. It did irritate him some but the strangeness of this individual was shockingly outweighing his anger. There was still a clenched fist once he retracted it from pointing at them. He only watched as they then began to swing from the compartment door like a monkey, or lazy sloth to bothered to get all four of their limbs onto a branch. Take your pick. "Are you new? Starting Hogwarts for the first time?" His eyes followed them as they swung back and forth. "Well one day you're shouting about not wanting to go to your Grandfather's on his very porch, the next thing you know your Grandfather's gone up and vanished in front of everyone's eyes." "Th-that's a good point." Moose said rather shocked. Why hadn't he thought of that. Wasn't that in some History of Magic lesson, or no...it didn't matter. Magic stole him from his normal, better, and less threatening non-magical life. "I'm muggleborn so magic was entirely new to me." Frankly there is still so much that is becoming new to him about this magical world. "Am I new," Milo repeated the question, considering it just as he considered the moose's clenched fist. Before he could embark on an exploration of the question, and then an exploration of the answer, he'd been provided with an elaboration. "Starting Hogwarts for the first time." Repetition was a valid form of answer. Easier too, though it wasn't consistent with the way he preferred to turn a phrase. For a long moment, Milo went quiet again, a fairly absent expression on his face, which was now turned directly towards the moose. This kept happening, possibly because of the train situation, possibly because this was the new trend, a time of great change and movement; it's the most transient time of the year. Milo didn't know yet. Didn't know much about anything in that long, empty moment. The long, empty moment ended, but he still kept his silence a little longer, swaying lightly in the doorframe, fingers burning. Muggles knew magic, or, rather, about magic. Milo knew this to be fact, from his experience in muggle schools. He also knew that they were frightened of it whenever it actually happened in front of them. Or to them. He looked at the moose a moment longer, then directed his eyes upwards, intently regarding the lamp hanging from the compartment ceiling. Synchronised. "My grandfather doesn't have a porch." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!