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Ashwinder · 01-10-2010, 12:46 PM

SPOILER!!: Allison

Kellen rolled his eyes; this was never, ever going to leave, was it? This was apparently what happened when you joked about fire with a Ravenclaw; you got a snowball.

SPOILER!!: Ian

As if it wasn't obvious that Icoguy had lied about his name, more proof was right here. But it didn't particularly bother him. Merlin, Dumbledore and all the rest knew Chaucer had changed his name every day of the week a few years ago, relabeling all his things and refusing to respond to any name except the one he now believed to be his own. Which could be tricky when he hadn't told Kellen what it was beforehand, but it had always been fun to puzzle it out.

As far as broken bones went he wasn't particularly squeamish, but broomsticks... there was nothing to hold on to! And what was with Allison stealing off of Icoguy's plate?

Kellen raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing around his mouth as he commented, "Wow Allison, for thinking he's a weirdo you sure don't mind flirting with him. Eating off his plate like that? You might as well declare yourselves a couple now."

SPOILER!!: Celandine

An out! He'd take it!

"No, no one died. No one was even there, actually; it was after OWLs and NEWTs were graded. Our Head Boy failed all his NEWTs and burned the school down in a blaze. I was just commenting to Allison that stone walls," he tipped his head to the walls of Hogwarts, "are clearly better than wooden ones for that reason."

"So, a magical flood? What happened there?"

He tried not to think of how completely ashamed Chaucer would be with him right now. He'd almost spat the story from his mouth to be rid of it, instead of weaving it into a graceful show of tragedy and lost love. Then again, he was so used to Chaucer being here that he'd almost expected the boy to materialize simply to deliver a monologue and then poof away back to the Slytherin table.

SPOILER!!: Allison

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zieko

Allison managed to hold her laugh by a slight thin thread. Merlin, the boy was not only insane he was so childish. Wondering in her head if CMP iColby was really the age he claimed to be Allison licked the spoon to show she had enjoyed stealing his food.

And then she heard something very interesting. Cocking her head, Allison perked her ears and listened as CMP iColby described his brother. To her amazement he tripped on his brother's name. Allison's eyes widened as she looked into the possibility that CMP iColby's brother was either named similarly to CMP iColby or was simply just as odd as his brother and had the ill fate of carrying a name with the beginning letters.

What Allison also discovered was that CMP iColby...was anything but modest. Rolling her eyes Allison ignored CMP iColby for a moment to turn her attention to Cela.

Before admiring more of Cela Allison noticed the girl who spoke. She was taller than Allison--most people were, had beautiful dark hair and stunning blue eyes. Allison inwardly sighed, Ravenclaw had all the cool people.

Listening she gripped the edge of her seat and got a rush of adrenaline. If she tried out for Quidditch, which was a possibility seeing as she had already stupidly blabbed to Cela--her hero, about it, this was the person to look at. Looking at the girl Allison perked up and gave the cutest smile in store, she really didn't know she was giving it, "Hallo. You are really our Quidditch captain?" With a small gleam in her eyes, of excitement, Allison sat up and offered her hand, "I'm Allison Scott."

Before her daydreaming of awesome people continued Cela said something that had interested Allison beyond belief.

"Colby McKensie?" Allison's stare bore into CMP iColby. She knew it. The boy had lied about his name. How could he remind Cela, the nice girl who had offered Allison advice on ice cream AND was totally her hero AND favorite Ravenclaw so far in Hogwarts, of a Colby McKensie when he was Colby? There was a caged cat in there, and she was going to release it.

"I thought your name was Colby. But of course it's not, you liiiiiiiiiiied." Allison let the last word roll off her tongue. Smirking Allison shook her finger, "That's an awful thing to do. What sort of example are you setting up for me?"

That was their Quidditch captain? Well, he'd look forward to cheering their team on from the safety of the stands. Even though he didn't like Quidditch. But that was like announcing you detest sugar while standing in a candy store surrounded by children going through a post-Halloween candy withdrawal. Do you say it? No.

And it looked like Allison was too busy in her continued torment of Icoguy to try insisting again that Kellen was a pyromaniac. Good.

Instead he watched the faces at the staff table, and eventually turned back to Celandine; who would know better than a prefect, right? "Is it just me, or do some of our teachers really not like each other?"

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Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	being sick... has you up at strange hours... Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat SPOILER!!: Allison Quote: Originally Posted by Zieko Moving on to dessert, Allison grabbed for chocolate cake. It was something of a tradition to eat chocolate all the time. She remembered the last time she had gone to a muggle dentist and they hadn't found any cavities. Allison had simply smiled and said it was magic. Course the dentist had just laughed and moved on. Looking at all the people around her she smiled. She missed home, certainly but between the crazy conversation and teasing CMP iColby, Allison loved Hogwarts already. Of course her happy moment was interrupted with the mumbling of CMP iColby. Rolling her eyes Allison grabbed her spoon as stole a spoonful of mashed potatoes from iColby's plate and gave him a big grin. Who cared if she had finished with her food and was on dessert? It was all for the art of bullying. After gulping down the food she'd stolen Allison looked at Cela when she mentioned the fireseed bush. "Did you just say fireseed bush?" Why were they even talking about fire? Oh yes...Kellen. Allison actually knew nothing about pyromania. Just that it had to deal with fire. However, she had once heard there were people with such power. That's why she had automatically assumed---upon Kellen's comment, that he was a pyromaniac himself. "Cela...did you know Kellen's old school burned down? I think that's why he is most interested in pyromaniacs..." Gossip. Gossip...gossip!~ Plus she wanted to know the story. Looking quickly over her shoulder she noticed Arya had gotten her paper plane. Kellen rolled his eyes; this was never, ever going to leave, was it? This was apparently what happened when you joked about fire with a Ravenclaw; you got a snowball. SPOILER!!: Ian Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed No, Ian didn't want to have a look at Celandine's badge. He wanted to KEEP it and send it to mum as birthday present. Ian tried to keep up with the Quidditch talk. He HONESTLY did, but ... Eh. "Crushing Bones and Vindictus." Mused the boy after swallowing and trying not to cringe at such things. "That sounds real. Must be a thrill to get a couple of broken bones, no doubt." It actually kind of was. "All in the name of Quidditch and all that ... " Ian would never know why people would play that. LUNATICS. He would also never know why Kellen, Allison and Celandine were talking about fire and quite possibly burning down the school in such light tones. Amazing, really. AND WHAT WAS ALLISON DOING? "MY FOOD, NOT YOURS, KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF IT." Grrrr. Glowering at the little nightmare, Ian circled his arms around his plate, trying to protect it from intruders. Ian McKensie did not share food. Or hair products. Well, well, wasn't this an excited little thing? Ian couldn't help but to grin crookedly at her enthusiasm. "Yep. Most amazing guy in the whole wide world - right after me, of course." Hahaha. Modesty sometimes failed to come to him, yes. Sipping from his goblet and then awkwardly wiping his mouth and trying not to look like a Neanderthal while doing so, Ian said cheerfully, "Col--my brother," Ahem, almost forgot the little nightmare was around still, "My brother has really curly hair. Curly black hair, I should say. And blue eyes. Actually, he kinda looks a whole bunch like me just taller and not nearly as good-looking." Ahem. "No Name Jarvey looks like any other Jarvey. He curses a lot, that's for sure - so just follow the sound of the bad words!" Ian beamed openly because this was clearly a both funny AND good thing. As if it wasn't obvious that Icoguy had lied about his name, more proof was right here. But it didn't particularly bother him. Merlin, Dumbledore and all the rest knew Chaucer had changed his name every day of the week a few years ago, relabeling all his things and refusing to respond to any name except the one he now believed to be his own. Which could be tricky when he hadn't told Kellen what it was beforehand, but it had always been fun to puzzle it out. As far as broken bones went he wasn't particularly squeamish, but broomsticks... there was nothing to hold on to! And what was with Allison stealing off of Icoguy's plate? Kellen raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing around his mouth as he commented, "Wow Allison, for thinking he's a weirdo you sure don't mind flirting with him. Eating off his plate like that? You might as well declare yourselves a couple now." SPOILER!!: Celandine Quote: Originally Posted by Celandine "Well. I've broken my arm at school before. Twice-twice. I mean, two times in two places. The first time was after sliding down the moving staircases. From the top to the bottom and the second was a professor." Cela offered. "Professor Vindictus is our head of house, he's wonderful. It wasn't him who broke my arm though." She ate some more mashed potato and something made a clicky noise in her head. "You look like Colby McKensie." Cela didn't even notice the potato theft, even with all of the boy's yelling. She was far too busy eating her own potatoes and alternating that with bits of celery. "He did?" Kellen? Was that one? Cela looked at the pyromaniacky one and smiled. "But now you are here and that is a good thing. Did anyone die? Were they in your house? We've had a magical flood but no fire." Missed the point completely again. Cela looked up as she heard Adrienne address them, her expression thoughtful. "Oh." She paused. "Congratulations! Good luck with tryouts and stuff. I'll be in the stands cheering the team on of course!" An out! He'd take it! "No, no one died. No one was even there, actually; it was after OWLs and NEWTs were graded. Our Head Boy failed all his NEWTs and burned the school down in a blaze. I was just commenting to Allison that stone walls," he tipped his head to the walls of Hogwarts, "are clearly better than wooden ones for that reason." "So, a magical flood? What happened there?" He tried not to think of how completely ashamed Chaucer would be with him right now. He'd almost spat the story from his mouth to be rid of it, instead of weaving it into a graceful show of tragedy and lost love. Then again, he was so used to Chaucer being here that he'd almost expected the boy to materialize simply to deliver a monologue and then poof away back to the Slytherin table. SPOILER!!: Allison Quote: Originally Posted by Zieko Allison managed to hold her laugh by a slight thin thread. Merlin, the boy was not only insane he was so childish. Wondering in her head if CMP iColby was really the age he claimed to be Allison licked the spoon to show she had enjoyed stealing his food. And then she heard something very interesting. Cocking her head, Allison perked her ears and listened as CMP iColby described his brother. To her amazement he tripped on his brother's name. Allison's eyes widened as she looked into the possibility that CMP iColby's brother was either named similarly to CMP iColby or was simply just as odd as his brother and had the ill fate of carrying a name with the beginning letters. What Allison also discovered was that CMP iColby...was anything but modest. Rolling her eyes Allison ignored CMP iColby for a moment to turn her attention to Cela. Before admiring more of Cela Allison noticed the girl who spoke. She was taller than Allison--most people were, had beautiful dark hair and stunning blue eyes. Allison inwardly sighed, Ravenclaw had all the cool people. Listening she gripped the edge of her seat and got a rush of adrenaline. If she tried out for Quidditch, which was a possibility seeing as she had already stupidly blabbed to Cela--her hero, about it, this was the person to look at. Looking at the girl Allison perked up and gave the cutest smile in store, she really didn't know she was giving it, "Hallo. You are really our Quidditch captain?" With a small gleam in her eyes, of excitement, Allison sat up and offered her hand, "I'm Allison Scott." Before her daydreaming of awesome people continued Cela said something that had interested Allison beyond belief. "Colby McKensie?" Allison's stare bore into CMP iColby. She knew it. The boy had lied about his name. How could he remind Cela, the nice girl who had offered Allison advice on ice cream AND was totally her hero AND favorite Ravenclaw so far in Hogwarts, of a Colby McKensie when he was Colby? There was a caged cat in there, and she was going to release it. "I thought your name was Colby. But of course it's not, you liiiiiiiiiiied." Allison let the last word roll off her tongue. Smirking Allison shook her finger, "That's an awful thing to do. What sort of example are you setting up for me?" That was their Quidditch captain? Well, he'd look forward to cheering their team on from the safety of the stands. Even though he didn't like Quidditch. But that was like announcing you detest sugar while standing in a candy store surrounded by children going through a post-Halloween candy withdrawal. Do you say it? No. And it looked like Allison was too busy in her continued torment of Icoguy to try insisting again that Kellen was a pyromaniac. Good. Instead he watched the faces at the staff table, and eventually turned back to Celandine; who would know better than a prefect, right? "Is it just me, or do some of our teachers really not like each other?"