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Aomidori · 01-23-2009, 07:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Celesia

As a Slytherin really Emil shouldn't have been on the first floor except for the fact that it was almost 20 degrees warmer than the dungeons he had come from. As he examined the walls covered from head to toe (though he could not see the head of the wall from where he stood, but he assumed that it was the case) in vibrant paintings which moved and spoke, much like the daily profet he would look at with his mother.
Walking down the hall Emil noticed someone gazing at one of the pictures; he walked up and began to examine it as well, hoping to find out what was so interesting in hopes for an excuse for his not remaiming in the common room below.
"Tristan Howell De Arth." He spoke the name slowly so as to not get it wrong. "Why is there a painting of you here? I've never heard of ya." Emil smiled while he spoke his curious words.

Tristan Howell Ernest De Ath (the First) glanced up from his cloud of gloom at the newcomer, quirking a thin, dark eyebrow to the ignorant question posed unmannerly before him: how could anyone possibly not know who he was? The portrait would have spat, but that would have been righteously philistine. The indulgent him was a gentleman, after all. He settled for a smug look instead, looking down his elegant nose at Emil.

“Pardon me, good sir,” he said condescendingly, “I prefer not to chat with the ignorant race.”

Matilda, standing beside Emil, snorted.

01-23-2009, 07:58 PM	#5 (permalink)
Aomidori Red Cap Join Date: Jan 2009 Posts: 81 Hogwarts RPG Name: Matilda Adele Dem Mc'nuland Second Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Celesia As a Slytherin really Emil shouldn't have been on the first floor except for the fact that it was almost 20 degrees warmer than the dungeons he had come from. As he examined the walls covered from head to toe (though he could not see the head of the wall from where he stood, but he assumed that it was the case) in vibrant paintings which moved and spoke, much like the daily profet he would look at with his mother. Walking down the hall Emil noticed someone gazing at one of the pictures; he walked up and began to examine it as well, hoping to find out what was so interesting in hopes for an excuse for his not remaiming in the common room below. "Tristan Howell De Arth." He spoke the name slowly so as to not get it wrong. "Why is there a painting of you here? I've never heard of ya." Emil smiled while he spoke his curious words. Tristan Howell Ernest De Ath (the First) glanced up from his cloud of gloom at the newcomer, quirking a thin, dark eyebrow to the ignorant question posed unmannerly before him: how could anyone possibly not know who he was? The portrait would have spat, but that would have been righteously philistine. The indulgent him was a gentleman, after all. He settled for a smug look instead, looking down his elegant nose at Emil. “Pardon me, good sir,” he said condescendingly, “I prefer not to chat with the ignorant race.” Matilda, standing beside Emil, snorted. Last edited by Aomidori; 01-23-2009 at 08:16 PM.