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Trey entered the Snack Cart hoping to fill his belly a bit. His stomach growled as he shut the door behind him, bumping into something on the ground. He looked down to see that that something was actually someone. And that someone was Celandine.
"Oh hey, sorry to bump ya like that. I take it you lost something?" he asked scouring the floor with his eyes squinted, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.
"Miss Paris! How good it is to see you! What's on the menu tonight for one of my favorite Misfits?" He asked her with a little laugh and a wink.
Cela let out a little
eeep and looked up with her eyes wide, "Ohh yes, I think I lost my scarf. Ohh there it is!" Cela dove right between Trey's legs, retrieved her scarf and stood up, wrapping it about her shoulders as if nothing had happened. She smiled brightly at Trey and cocked her head inquisitively as he addressed the familiar-looking girl as Paris and called her a misfit.
"Now that isn't very nice, Trey." Cela scolded, hands on her hips, "I'm sure that... Paris?" Cela shot a searching glance at the familiar-looking girl that carried a tiniest smidge of judgement at the name, "would fit in and make lots of friends wherever she went." Thats what he meant by misfit right?
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Tomasina Riddle Paris' eye moved to a short little round girl and she eyed her up and down. What was with these girls? "Do you need me to point your eyes in another direction for you?" She asked the little round girl. She didn't like people sizing her up like just because she was short they could take her. That's why she practice hexes and jinxes with her aunt. She wanted to be ready to show anyone what a short person could do at the drop of a hat.
Paris rolled her eyes this girl was in the outer limits and worse she was holding up Paris chocolate fix and that was mistake numero uno and the girl was working on her second mistake by trying to get cute with her bouncy little blond curl that Paris was turn into slithering worms. "Congratulations captain obvious," She sneered. "I know why you said that. I was expecting you to expound on why I look familiar." She told the bouncy curls. "Oh my god are you going to pick something or are you just checking to make sure its all there." She said growing tired of the Curls not making a choice.
Curls' voice drilled in the cortex of the brain and burrowed in and set up shop when the hit that high pitched squeal that would have cracked the Hope Diamond. Paris closed her eyes and counted to 10 to keep her wand in its holster. Se opened her eyes and smiled sweetly. "I would hardly call what you are doing now as making a friend." She shot back to the curly girl.
"For all the snitches in bloody England what are you doing now!" She stamped her foot as Curls dropped to her knees looking for something. "Is this a prank?" She asked seriously looking around for a camara to flash in her face. "I mean is this a joke or something?"
She looked up at Trey as he spoke. "Oh well I think i may gt some target practice in right here in a minute." She told her as she looked at the round little girl and Curls.
"Ohh I'm not the Captain. Garret is." Cela explained helpfully, eyeing the sneer in delight, "Are you a Slytherin?" Cela's slythie quota was waaay low without the friends she had made in her first year. She paused to listen then explained patiently, "You look familiar because your appearance reminds me of someone else, or maybe more than one other person, that I know. I don't know who or I would have said that you look like someone specific. So like... its your turn to suggest why you might look familar to me." Cela explained, concluding with a smile.
"Oh I don't know which to start with. I was thinking one of everything. Or two of everything." Celandine mused, "There isn't a queue you know, I'm more than happy to let you go before me if its so important." Celandine would never rush such an important decision.
Celandine's expression turned slightly quizzical as this Paris girl...
was she french?... said that she wasn't making friends. "Thats okay." Cela responded warmly, "I have plenty of friends." she eyed Daaafffneee and Trey appreciatively for a split second before frowning, "Though most of them like Nicholai
more."
Cela turned back to the french girl and waved her now rediscovered scarf in front of her face, "Not a prank. A scarf." A pretty blue Ravenclaw scarf. "Ooooh Target practice? On what?" Celandine bounced in excitement, "Nico said that I have to be sure to practice in the dueling arena this term. He showed me so much!"
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touchdownking "Aww, now now, we know you don't need target practice," Trey told Paris with a laugh. "Plus we just got on the train and all. No need to let everyone know of the Misfits just yet. We need to become known by the people with a 'bang'," he told her smiling and nodding his head. While he spoke the truth of this all, he also wanted to spare Cela who didn't need to find out of Paris' powers of invention.
There was that word again. Celandine eyed Trey curiously before shrugging it off and smiling brightly.
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Ama Daphne continued to hold her tongue for several reasons. Initially, she didn't want to know what Celandine would be like with sugar in her system. If it was anything like the staircase incident, Miss Hopton was determined to stay uninvolved. Secondly, Daphne didn't want to be the one to point out that it didn't seem like she was making a lot of progress with expanding her friend repertoire.
Tilting her head slightly, as she shut her eyes briefly, Daphne raised a finger. "You call my name..." very loudly. "Peculiarly." However, before she could rouse a response from the blond Ravenclaw, the girl was on her knees in search for..."Did you lose something? How good are you at keeping things?" inquired Daphne seizing the chance to interrogate Celandine about her responsibility. "Do you forget chores?" That nameless frog tree still needed an owner. When she brought it home, the frog had inexplicably escaped and landed itself amongst Mother's favorite bush. She wasn't happy to say the least.
Another individual joined Celandine in her hunt and Daphne averted her eyes everywhere but at the loud and angry person beside her, directing her pent up annoyance towards her.
"No need," replied Daphne observing the food trolley indifferently. "I think I've seen enough." Really, she had, thought the petite third year with a signature quirk of her brow towards the distance. Then the one with the anger issues, clearly an effect of years of being ignored by her siblings and underestimated for her general appearance, was speaking irately about being pranked.
Her comment about using them as target practiced did not fall deaf to Daphne's ears. Pressing her lips firmly, she swept Celandine's knelt figure with a cautious gaze. Just how angry would Nicholai be if his little sister got hurt in her presence? That wouldn't do. "Target practice is an excellent exercise to release all those angry emotions," commented Daphne with fake enthusiasm gesturing her hands towards and away from herself in a circular motion. "That is...if your aim is so horrible that you need all the practice you can get."
Grinning, she side stepped towards Celandine, just in case. "I think you may have dropped it somewhere else." Whatever it was that she was looking for.
"I do?" Cela paused, "That's what Garret called you; Daaafffneee! When we were going down the stairs! Gosh that was fun! We should do it again with a crash pad instead of three Slytherins to land on!" Cela enthused.
"Oh I didn't lose anything." Cela explained, "My scarf just felt like not being on my neck for a while. Keeping things? Like what? Secrets? Oh yes I'm very good at those. I suppose... I can do chores but we have servants for that." Celandine cocked her head inquisitively and flounced over with a swish of her skirts to stand with Daaaffneee.
"You would think, that Nico would be less angry since he's always targeting stuff."
Girls mainly.