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Lissy Longbottom · 02-11-2023, 04:17 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

His brother...was a moron.

Not only did the note make absolutely no sense, but his brother has also ruined the only good thing about the library in coming closer and taking away the challenge of paper quidditch. Well, one of the other good things. Listening to music while bathed in whatever light was came dripping in through the windows. Sure, right now was not exactly sunbathing through the stained glass, but there was something special about the way condensation and snowflakes clung to the window to add to the kaleidoscope effect. Contrary to popular assumption, he did notice the small things and had a great appreciation for them too.

Rolling his eyes, Joseph contemplated setting the note ablaze simply for the shock value before deciding that he would rather not have the librarian swoop in like a harpy and instead vanished it. If his brother was going to write nonsensically, he was over passing notes.

Reaching up with one hand, the tips of his fingers brushed over the surface of his earpod experimentally and with a healthy dose of hesitation. He could risk it and take it out...or he could just keep them in and go about the rest of this conversation through pantomime. The Slytherin's pale eyes glanced around the immediate area, squinting as he focused on the outline and profiles of other peers for several moments before deciding that he could afford to remove one of the devices for now. "Fiendfyre Funeral," he explained calmly and with a remarkably neutral tone despite how loud the music continued to blast from the earpod, even more so now that it was pointed outwards into the air.

Here, come study some more, Moe.

If the two brothers had actual conversations with each other that involved more than a few words back and forth at a time - something that very rarely ever happened - they probably both would have gotten a chuckle out when they realized that Moe had read his brother's initial note too fast, adding a "with" in there that changed the whole context of the note and therefore made his response (something he considered to be quite the clap back, had that ACTUALLY been what his brother's note at said) to be...well, stupid.

He was a bit more exhausted after flying than he had realized...and of course, he didn't realize it. ~~Because well, yes, he was sort of a moron sometimes. For a Ravenclaw at least.~~.

Thankfully for Moe's ego though, he was oblivious to all that, having crumpled up the initial note and tossed it in his bag. He nodded at his brother's response, eyeing the earbud with a small smile. Merlin, that was LOUD. How had Joseph not gone completely deaf already? He could almost hear every word - if those WERE words. It sounded more like a banshee screaming, but he wasn't about to admit that. He knew Joseph had more, erm...hardcore tastes in music than he did.

"Kind of a macabre name for a band, but considering the genre...I suppose it fits," Moe replied, again with a small smile. Trying to be friendly. Trying to make conversation. Trying not to seem like he was poking fun at him, because he really wasn't. He just naturally tried to lace the conversation with a witty quip or two. That was just him, but he always feared his brother would take it the wrong way. It was just always so...hard to figure out what to talk about with him.

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Lissy Longbottom Potterdom Mod Book Club Mod Giant Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Ferrix: GMT-6 Posts: 56,908 Hogwarts RPG Name: Moritz Schultz (#0f667e) Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nancy Schultz (#ac6f77) Hufflepuff Fourth Year x11 x1	curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - chicken emoji - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie His brother...was a moron. Not only did the note make absolutely no sense, but his brother has also ruined the only good thing about the library in coming closer and taking away the challenge of paper quidditch. Well, one of the other good things. Listening to music while bathed in whatever light was came dripping in through the windows. Sure, right now was not exactly sunbathing through the stained glass, but there was something special about the way condensation and snowflakes clung to the window to add to the kaleidoscope effect. Contrary to popular assumption, he did notice the small things and had a great appreciation for them too. Rolling his eyes, Joseph contemplated setting the note ablaze simply for the shock value before deciding that he would rather not have the librarian swoop in like a harpy and instead vanished it. If his brother was going to write nonsensically, he was over passing notes. Reaching up with one hand, the tips of his fingers brushed over the surface of his earpod experimentally and with a healthy dose of hesitation. He could risk it and take it out...or he could just keep them in and go about the rest of this conversation through pantomime. The Slytherin's pale eyes glanced around the immediate area, squinting as he focused on the outline and profiles of other peers for several moments before deciding that he could afford to remove one of the devices for now. "Fiendfyre Funeral," he explained calmly and with a remarkably neutral tone despite how loud the music continued to blast from the earpod, even more so now that it was pointed outwards into the air. Here, come study some more, Moe. If the two brothers had actual conversations with each other that involved more than a few words back and forth at a time - something that very rarely ever happened - they probably both would have gotten a chuckle out when they realized that Moe had read his brother's initial note too fast, adding a "with" in there that changed the whole context of the note and therefore made his response (something he considered to be quite the clap back, had that ACTUALLY been what his brother's note at said) to be...well, stupid. He was a bit more exhausted after flying than he had realized...and of course, he didn't realize it. ~~Because well, yes, he was sort of a moron sometimes. For a Ravenclaw at least.~~. Thankfully for Moe's ego though, he was oblivious to all that, having crumpled up the initial note and tossed it in his bag. He nodded at his brother's response, eyeing the earbud with a small smile. Merlin, that was LOUD. How had Joseph not gone completely deaf already? He could almost hear every word - if those WERE words. It sounded more like a banshee screaming, but he wasn't about to admit that. He knew Joseph had more, erm...hardcore tastes in music than he did. "Kind of a macabre name for a band, but considering the genre...I suppose it fits," Moe replied, again with a small smile. Trying to be friendly. Trying to make conversation. Trying not to seem like he was poking fun at him, because he really wasn't. He just naturally tried to lace the conversation with a witty quip or two. That was just him, but he always feared his brother would take it the wrong way. It was just always so...hard to figure out what to talk about with him. __________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid