09-25-2008, 04:05 AM
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Ramora
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Lukas Brishan Ferdinand Second Year | Strickles® Quote:
Originally Posted by Elphie The Wicked
Raiden was very, utterly, completely confused. He'd simply asked a question. He didn't know what was wrong with the older Gryffindor boy, why would he know why the guy was shouting his head off? And, after he'd quietly whispered his question to Daphne Hopton... the guy was looking at Raiden like he was a bit of scum that had just been scraped off the sidewalk. Had he done something offensive?!
He looked at the girl he didn't know, still feeling a bit uneasy about the older guy. And then... she was telling him what was going on. This guy was being mean to her? And to Daphne Hopton too, it seemed. How rude! How downright despicable of him! Raiden, being a sweet boy, would never be downright horrible to a person, but... this Jason person wasn't being very nice to his friend Daphne Hopton, and that meant that Raiden didn't see any reason at all to be nice to him either. The guy was even being short with Kingston Wendleworth! Why would anyone do that? Kingston Wendleworth was nice!
"Haai Kingston Wendleworth," Raiden said, looking up at the older boy when he appeared. He stood almost protectively near Daphne Hopton, and Raiden felt a bit more at ease. At least, with Kingston Wendleworth here, Jason wouldn't dare be rude to Daphne Hopton again. "How are you?"
He looked back at Daphe Hopton again. "I don't know that older guy, Daphne Hopton, but he doesn't seem very nice," Raiden said honestly, his smile fading a bit. "That girl next to you said that he was being mean to her and glaring... and he wasn't being polite to you, either... or Kingston Wendleworth..."
At least he could be sure that he wasn't being discriminated against because he was a Slytherin now...
The Slytherin spoke again and her ears, pricked for anything that might indicate safety was in sight, caught herself being mentioned. She liked this boy. He wasn't being scary like Jason, nor was he accident-prone like Cale (or at least so it seemed) but normal. A nice normal, friendly boy. If they were all like this she'd be able to live with them.
"I'm Bree, by the way," she interjected shyly, blushing slightly. Someone who sounded like he might defend her. That sounded nice. Even if he was a first-year at least he was taller than her. The pains of being less than five feet tall. She cursed her shortness once again.
She fidgeted and let her hair down distractedly, replacing the hair tie in her robes' pocket and smoothing out her blonde hair slowly. At least Jason wasn't glaring at her anymore. Maybe she could hide in between Mariel, Daphne, whoever this Kingston was and this Slytherin. They'd help her wouldn't they?
Last edited by Symbi0sis; 09-25-2008 at 04:13 AM.
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