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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Roman Gellar
Slytherin First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arden Toros
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Originally Posted by Felixir  Charlie took the container without a word at first, prying off the lid to get a decent look at the goods, maybe break a piece off one to try it. It wasn't until he looked up and locked eyes with Roman again that he spoke, breaking into a broad smile. "Thanks. That's real decent of you." And he took one of the cookies, broke it in half, and passed the second half back to Roman. Could have just passed a whole one back but, with Roman, it just seemed to make the splitting and sharing more obvious, more tangible. "When's your birthday?"
Chess-wise, he ordered his bishops pawn forward to stand side by side with the first, simultaneously threatening Roman's pawn and inviting an attack. "Loads of opponents at Hogwarts, I bet," he remarked. Even a chess club too, though whether Charlie would join said club was something yet to be determined. He had as few reasons to do so as not to.
He bit off the corner of his cookie half, fairly perplexed by what Roman had said about being eleven. Charlie had only ever felt limited by his age in the practical sense, the limits imposed by the law, and also by his parents and healers but with the law very much on their side. For him, his brain was the thing that could do anything - according to his infallible, now-twelve-year-old wisdom - where his body so often tried to tap out. Then again, he'd never been interested in writing stories himself.
All this he mulled over while chewing on the cookie, his face impassive. "So make a mess," he said at last. The first step to making beautiful things, maybe, or possibly part of the process, depending on your opinion of beautiful messes. But ultimately, what Charlie wanted was for Roman to be comfortable with a certain level of chaos, disorder, grey areas with indistinct boundaries, and the ultimate extremes. For the sake of his stories? Oh, sure, those too.
Fortunately, Charlie was happy to provide guidance in this area. He was something of a seasoned professional. Roman couldn't tell if Charlie liked the cookies gifted to him or not. It was hard to tell with his new friend, and Roman wasn't sure if found the trait exciting or annoying, or perhaps both. "Real decent of me?" Roman felt a teasing smile play across his face. What a way to word that statement. "Thanks. I'm glad I'm decent. And my birthday is in January. So we still have quite a bit to go." He wondered if Charlie were much of a gift-giver. His more comfortable side was to make a joke about Charlie returning the favor in January, but his shy side won over. He and Charlie weren't that close, yet. He had to keep his boundaries up a bit longer.
He didn't put much thought into his move. He was enjoying the conversation, and while a win would make him feel good, he wondered if losing would make him feel better. If he lost, maybe Charlie would continue to play with him. If he won, Charlie might be bitter and rue the day he ever played Roman in chess. He certainly wouldn't let the other boy win, but perhaps he wouldn't purposely try to crush his enemy. He moved his pawn to overtake the one Charlie had just moved in place, so his pawn was now next to Charlie's on the board.
He chewed on the cookie and dusted his hands off on his slacks. Make a mess? I don't want to make a mess. Messes were a bit scary. He found himself wrinkling his nose. "So I can clean it after?"
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |