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noodles · 02-01-2010, 01:07 AM

SPOILER!!: *squiggle* Sorry this is lame. :/

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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

She kept her gaze on the little techy thing, almost as if she had x-ray vision and wanted to see through it and all the songs he had. But her head jerked up as he mentioned a couple of said songs... The Beatles... Had she said that out loud before, or did he actually have some good taste in music? Hehe. "You...listen to the Beatles?" She asked, kind of surprised. But then a warm smile spread her lips. Oh, she did not want to miss listening to some! "Oh, yes, I'd love to!" She nodded happy. Quite forgetting what had happened around that area...

Miranda wasn't going to keep her eyes from the music player, but she could sense Oliver was getting a bit restless... or something. Maybe he wanted to leave? It was getting a bit chilly in here. But before she could ask, the Quidditch injuries discussion totally kept her attention. Her eyebrow cocked at him as he somewhat...challenged her. "Oh...don't be scared if I do." Smirk. A snort escaped her as he proclaimed he wasn't stupid... Not becuase she thought he was but because Oliver seemed like one stubborn boy and would probably take his time before getting it checked up.

Her mind wandered back to he DADA class and wondered why Duskurk had thought of teaching the students that particular spell. Maybe he was just crazy. But...shockingly, deep down, Miranda had wanted to succeed. Being an Auror meant knowing these things, right? Though, did that mean actually being able to perform an unforgivable curse? Ugh... She glanced at Oliver, thankful he didn't read minds. His question made her blink and shake her head to clear it. "Oh...stuff." She shrugged and smiled akwardly. Was she a bad person for wanting to succeed with a curse? "Quidditch..." Eh. "Uh...What about you?" Really, it was good manners to ask.

A confused expression showed how lost she had been by the butt conversation. But..."Ofcourse it does!" She grinned. Everything Miranda said made sense.... hehehe, probably not. She listened to Oliver and laughed at the conclusions he made. "I think they have butts...it's the end of the... thing." She gestured behind her, like her invisible butterfly body or something. Hehe. 'Like to see you try'... She only smirked at him and took another sip of her butterbeer. Which didn't seem to get any less. "Have you ever been in a fight?" Her head tilted to the side as she asked this. If Durmstrang was as scary as Oliver made it to seem (and all the things Miranda had heard...), there was a probability that the boy had been in some heated discussions. Snort. Who else had he annoyed? Hehe.

A disturbing image of Oliver, surrounded by insectosaurus', popped into her head. She grimaced a little and stared at him. Eeeeeeep, scary!

Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch... She'd definitely conjure up some new gloves. Cus really, they got worn way too fast. "You have your own broom?" She asked curiously. There was...no store that sold stuff for the awesome game... unless one had indeed opened this year. "Uh... No, I don't think so..." Pout. "But, we could check it out... Want to get going, explore the village?" She still wanted her CHOCOLATE. And besides, Oliver looked all...twitchy and ready to go. Hehe.

He looked at Miranda and smiled a warm genuine smile and nodded. “Yep. I have all their albums on this baby.” He said giving the Ipod a wee tap with his finger. Music. One of Oliver's most favourite topics of conversation. “You're a fan, are you? What's your favourite track?” He nodded. Of course she could have a listen. He may even lend the music player to her for a while if she promised not to go nuts and smash it up after an Oliver induced rage. Heh.

“Oh I'll be terrified” He smirked and mock bit his nails in an anxious sort of way. “For a small lass, you are pretty scary when you lose your temper.” He grinned. Which... was actually quite a lot of the time in present company. He shook his head and laughed a little. “Look at you looking out for the opposition. You really are a badger deep down aren't you?” Deep down? Miranda was virtually ALL badger.. aside from the tiny bit of Slytherin that rose it's ugly head once in a while.

Stuff? Well that was great wasn't it? The the cover up of Quidditch was a blatant lie. Oliver was good at spotting lies being so good at telling them himself. But.. it was probably just as well. He didn't really want to know what she thought. What was he thinking about? Why did she have to turn the question around? “Er.. the same.” He replied. Great. For such a good liar that was pretty lame. “I was wondering how hard it would be to get a branch off the Whomping Willow.” He added. Better. “A thick bit of wood from that bad boy would make a fine Beater's bat.” hehe! Well.. it would!

“The end of the thing.” He repeated flatly with a smirk. “Ah well that clears that up perfectly. Thanks.” He said sarcastically and sat back in his seat. “But they don't eat, right? So what would they need a butt for?” heh.

He nodded. “Yep.” He had his own broom. “It's not the fastest. Just an old Firebolt but it serves it purpose for a beater where you need more control than speed.” Ah.. but Oliver loved that old broom and was saving to have it customised. “You have your own?” Surely as a Quidditch Captain she had her own broom.

He made a face. No Quidditch store. That sucked. Maybe QQS on Diagon Alley did deliveries... Check out Hogsmeade? He nodded, a little relieved at the thought of getting out from the confines of the Hogs Head. “Yeah.” He pulled on his hoodie rather hastily at the prospect of freedom. “I still owe you that chocolate after all.”

02-01-2010, 01:07 AM	#119 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! SPOILER!!: squiggle Sorry this is lame. :/ Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd She kept her gaze on the little techy thing, almost as if she had x-ray vision and wanted to see through it and all the songs he had. But her head jerked up as he mentioned a couple of said songs... The Beatles... Had she said that out loud before, or did he actually have some good taste in music? Hehe. "You...listen to the Beatles?" She asked, kind of surprised. But then a warm smile spread her lips. Oh, she did not want to miss listening to some! "Oh, yes, I'd love to!" She nodded happy. Quite forgetting what had happened around that area... Miranda wasn't going to keep her eyes from the music player, but she could sense Oliver was getting a bit restless... or something. Maybe he wanted to leave? It was getting a bit chilly in here. But before she could ask, the Quidditch injuries discussion totally kept her attention. Her eyebrow cocked at him as he somewhat...challenged her. "Oh...don't be scared if I do." Smirk. A snort escaped her as he proclaimed he wasn't stupid... Not becuase she thought he was but because Oliver seemed like one stubborn boy and would probably take his time before getting it checked up. Her mind wandered back to he DADA class and wondered why Duskurk had thought of teaching the students that particular spell. Maybe he was just crazy. But...shockingly, deep down, Miranda had wanted to succeed. Being an Auror meant knowing these things, right? Though, did that mean actually being able to perform an unforgivable curse? Ugh... She glanced at Oliver, thankful he didn't read minds. His question made her blink and shake her head to clear it. "Oh...stuff." She shrugged and smiled akwardly. Was she a bad person for wanting to succeed with a curse? "Quidditch..." Eh. "Uh...What about you?" Really, it was good manners to ask. A confused expression showed how lost she had been by the butt conversation. But..."Ofcourse it does!" She grinned. Everything Miranda said made sense.... hehehe, probably not. She listened to Oliver and laughed at the conclusions he made. "I think they have butts...it's the end of the... thing." She gestured behind her, like her invisible butterfly body or something. Hehe. 'Like to see you try'... She only smirked at him and took another sip of her butterbeer. Which didn't seem to get any less. "Have you ever been in a fight?" Her head tilted to the side as she asked this. If Durmstrang was as scary as Oliver made it to seem (and all the things Miranda had heard...), there was a probability that the boy had been in some heated discussions. Snort. Who else had he annoyed? Hehe. A disturbing image of Oliver, surrounded by insectosaurus', popped into her head. She grimaced a little and stared at him. Eeeeeeep, scary! Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch... She'd definitely conjure up some new gloves. Cus really, they got worn way too fast. "You have your own broom?" She asked curiously. There was...no store that sold stuff for the awesome game... unless one had indeed opened this year. "Uh... No, I don't think so..." Pout. "But, we could check it out... Want to get going, explore the village?" She still wanted her CHOCOLATE. And besides, Oliver looked all...twitchy and ready to go. Hehe. He looked at Miranda and smiled a warm genuine smile and nodded. “Yep. I have all their albums on this baby.” He said giving the Ipod a wee tap with his finger. Music. One of Oliver's most favourite topics of conversation. “You're a fan, are you? What's your favourite track?” He nodded. Of course she could have a listen. He may even lend the music player to her for a while if she promised not to go nuts and smash it up after an Oliver induced rage. Heh. “Oh I'll be terrified” He smirked and mock bit his nails in an anxious sort of way. “For a small lass, you are pretty scary when you lose your temper.” He grinned. Which... was actually quite a lot of the time in present company. He shook his head and laughed a little. “Look at you looking out for the opposition. You really are a badger deep down aren't you?” Deep down? Miranda was virtually ALL badger.. aside from the tiny bit of Slytherin that rose it's ugly head once in a while. Stuff? Well that was great wasn't it? The the cover up of Quidditch was a blatant lie. Oliver was good at spotting lies being so good at telling them himself. But.. it was probably just as well. He didn't really want to know what she thought. What was he thinking about? Why did she have to turn the question around? “Er.. the same.” He replied. Great. For such a good liar that was pretty lame. “I was wondering how hard it would be to get a branch off the Whomping Willow.” He added. Better. “A thick bit of wood from that bad boy would make a fine Beater's bat.” hehe! Well.. it would! “The end of the thing.” He repeated flatly with a smirk. “Ah well that clears that up perfectly. Thanks.” He said sarcastically and sat back in his seat. “But they don't eat, right? So what would they need a butt for?” heh. He nodded. “Yep.” He had his own broom. “It's not the fastest. Just an old Firebolt but it serves it purpose for a beater where you need more control than speed.” Ah.. but Oliver loved that old broom and was saving to have it customised. “You have your own?” Surely as a Quidditch Captain she had her own broom. He made a face. No Quidditch store. That sucked. Maybe QQS on Diagon Alley did deliveries... Check out Hogsmeade? He nodded, a little relieved at the thought of getting out from the confines of the Hogs Head. “Yeah.” He pulled on his hoodie rather hastily at the prospect of freedom. “I still owe you that chocolate after all.” __________________