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sweetpinkpixie · 08-09-2023, 07:02 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Ramsay barely had time to try and figure out what his fellow Hufflepuff was on about, though he supposed it was some kind of dream talk, given that a moment later she'd managed to startle him into sitting as straight as she did, what with springing up like that. But he quickly recovered and adopted a cool (totally cool, yeah, saved it) pose, lounging across the seats.

Just in time to be confronted with a Wall of Anna, her name being kind of fitting now that he thought about it, even though it probably meant something totally different. And not a wall as in, like, solid and impenetrable and whatever, but a wall as in an entity that he couldn't help but notice because of how much space it filled in a completely unabashed way. It was a good comparison, like in the nicest way, but one he knew better than to make out loud, because he'd probably fumble it and sound like a jerk. More of a jerk than he really was, at least, except he was totally not a jerk, other than in the cool and nice way. Like his dad (probably).

"Uhh, it was..." Ramsay shrugged. "Good, yeah. Yours?" His night had been fine, boring, no different to most others; spent leafing through Yet Another Music Magazine. He tried not to interrupt Anna when she was talking, because, first of all, he wasn't certain he'd manage to get a word in and would rather not discover that in practice, and second of all it was, like, polite or whatever. Non-jerk behaviour. To let girls speak. Not talk over them. Feminism and all that. But anyway, it meant he sometimes forgot all the points covered.

He sent a wave back to Not Another Teen Hufflepuff through the compartment door before returning his attention to Anna again. "Nah, not getting a job. I have this whole project thing, and I finally have time to focus on it." TWO projects, counting his band that he never actually seemed to get started. "I still have to see loads of people at home, like, [i]loads[/i. Stemp House, y'know, and only one or two worth spending time with, so I'll be around Diagon Alley a bit. Maybe I'll see you, yeah. We'll go to Floreans or something." But also, that line of conversation had led Ramsay to the glorious reminder that Jerome - who was actually sort of the reason for his and Anna's first interaction, except he wasn't allowed any kind of credit for anything ever - was about to be out of Ramsay's life permanently.

And suddenly, Ramsay's day started feeling extra bright. He broke into a grin, and nodded. "Yeah. Please. I'm starving." Growing boy and all that.

For the record, she would ADORE knowing that someone else had bestowed upon her a nickname uniquely her own and one that was so complementary! Walls were very important things, after all. If you just had the floor and roof, you still wouldn't have anywhere to live! Walls were what kept the roofs up! In any event, may someday and somewhere this revelation come to light! It would simply make her all the more giddy about being a groupie to one Ramsay Burton!

She supposed there was a scale when it came to 'good' and one's enthusiasm when it came to expressing said good, because on the scale of Anna he did not seem all that convincing. Not that she had any reason to believe otherwise though. "Mine was go--" And she probably would have rambled on and on about everything that had happened (had he seen any of the bubbles? Had any made it to the boys' dormitories?) had it not been for a very wide yawn interrupting her just then. "--od," she said while rubbing her eyes a bit. "I didn't sleep much at all though. But it was totally worth it." Squeeze all the camaraderie that could be had before the long hiatus that was summer vacation.

She was starting to feel a bit droopy again, like a little flower that had been baked in direct sunlight for too long and desperate for a drizzle of water, but she perked right on back up when he mentioned projects. "Ooooh a project THING? What is it? Do I get to be privy?" she asked as she bounced a bit in her seat and then pulled her feet up to tuck one under the other on her cushioned seat. "Oh right right," she nodded sagely. It sounded wonderful, going from one place full of people with different backgrounds to another, but she also had some sense not to say so aloud if for no other reason than to sound ungrateful for her own blended family. "Really?! That would be wonderful. It's a date," she proclaimed with a wide toothy smile so wide that her freckles seemed to dance around her face. "You know, well...actually you probably don't because you weren't there BUT...my best friend, Aurora - she's in Ravenclaw - and I tried to make ice cream sundaes in the kitchens and one thing lead to another and then it was literally raining ice cream."

Leaning over to grab her bag, which she had been using for a pillow, Anna began to empty it on to the seat beside her. A couple of really pretty rocks, a handful of buttons from various different items of clothing, a very broken remembrall, and finally a little bag of cookies from her Head of House. The cookies were, unfortunately but not all too surprisingly, a bit broken in places since she had just been sleeping on them but there were some that were mostly intact. "They're special cookies his wife sent him, isn't that sweet?" the Hufflepuffle explained as she handed them over to him for consideration and consumption.

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But he quickly recovered and adopted a cool (totally cool, yeah, saved it) pose, lounging across the seats. Just in time to be confronted with a Wall of Anna, her name being kind of fitting now that he thought about it, even though it probably meant something totally different. And not a wall as in, like, solid and impenetrable and whatever, but a wall as in an entity that he couldn't help but notice because of how much space it filled in a completely unabashed way. It was a good comparison, like in the nicest way, but one he knew better than to make out loud, because he'd probably fumble it and sound like a jerk. More of a jerk than he really was, at least, except he was totally not a jerk, other than in the cool and nice way. Like his dad (probably). "Uhh, it was..." Ramsay shrugged. "Good, yeah. Yours?" His night had been fine, boring, no different to most others; spent leafing through Yet Another Music Magazine. He tried not to interrupt Anna when she was talking, because, first of all, he wasn't certain he'd manage to get a word in and would rather not discover that in practice, and second of all it was, like, polite or whatever. Non-jerk behaviour. To let girls speak. Not talk over them. Feminism and all that. But anyway, it meant he sometimes forgot all the points covered. He sent a wave back to Not Another Teen Hufflepuff through the compartment door before returning his attention to Anna again. "Nah, not getting a job. I have this whole project thing, and I finally have time to focus on it." TWO projects, counting his band that he never actually seemed to get started. "I still have to see loads of people at home, like, [i]loads[/i. Stemp House, y'know, and only one or two worth spending time with, so I'll be around Diagon Alley a bit. Maybe I'll see you, yeah. We'll go to Floreans or something." But also, that line of conversation had led Ramsay to the glorious reminder that Jerome - who was actually sort of the reason for his and Anna's first interaction, except he wasn't allowed any kind of credit for anything ever - was about to be out of Ramsay's life permanently. And suddenly, Ramsay's day started feeling extra bright. He broke into a grin, and nodded. "Yeah. Please. I'm starving." Growing boy and all that. For the record, she would ADORE knowing that someone else had bestowed upon her a nickname uniquely her own and one that was so complementary! Walls were very important things, after all. If you just had the floor and roof, you still wouldn't have anywhere to live! Walls were what kept the roofs up! In any event, may someday and somewhere this revelation come to light! It would simply make her all the more giddy about being a groupie to one Ramsay Burton! She supposed there was a scale when it came to 'good' and one's enthusiasm when it came to expressing said good, because on the scale of Anna he did not seem all that convincing. Not that she had any reason to believe otherwise though. "Mine was go--" And she probably would have rambled on and on about everything that had happened (had he seen any of the bubbles? Had any made it to the boys' dormitories?) had it not been for a very wide yawn interrupting her just then. "--od," she said while rubbing her eyes a bit. "I didn't sleep much at all though. But it was totally worth it." Squeeze all the camaraderie that could be had before the long hiatus that was summer vacation. She was starting to feel a bit droopy again, like a little flower that had been baked in direct sunlight for too long and desperate for a drizzle of water, but she perked right on back up when he mentioned projects. "Ooooh a project THING? What is it? Do I get to be privy?" she asked as she bounced a bit in her seat and then pulled her feet up to tuck one under the other on her cushioned seat. "Oh right right," she nodded sagely. It sounded wonderful, going from one place full of people with different backgrounds to another, but she also had some sense not to say so aloud if for no other reason than to sound ungrateful for her own blended family. "Really?! That would be wonderful. It's a date," she proclaimed with a wide toothy smile so wide that her freckles seemed to dance around her face. "You know, well...actually you probably don't because you weren't there BUT...my best friend, Aurora - she's in Ravenclaw - and I tried to make ice cream sundaes in the kitchens and one thing lead to another and then it was literally raining ice cream." Leaning over to grab her bag, which she had been using for a pillow, Anna began to empty it on to the seat beside her. A couple of really pretty rocks, a handful of buttons from various different items of clothing, a very broken remembrall, and finally a little bag of cookies from her Head of House. The cookies were, unfortunately but not all too surprisingly, a bit broken in places since she had just been sleeping on them but there were some that were mostly intact. "They're special cookies his wife sent him, isn't that sweet?" the Hufflepuffle explained as she handed them over to him for consideration and consumption. __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes