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Angie · 02-20-2010, 03:04 AM

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Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter

Men. They were so odd. Livvy would never understand them. Especially this one. Why in Merlin's Beard was he curled up in a ball? Was he studying the behavior of a child or a porcupine? Naw. Not a child. He was practically a child himself. It must be the porcupine. Maybe he fell on his head when he was a baby. That would explain many things. But Livvy wasn't going to jump to conclusions. That was rude and highly incorrect.

Pfft. Fine. Be that way. Men. HMPH.

"But I do believe that you own personal space, am I right?" Or am I right? She was right of course. There was no doubt about it. But Livvy honestly didn't see why this boy was being so... so... what was the word for it? Oh dear. Now it's going to bother her during the entire match. Guess she'll have to come back to it later. Mraow.

Mhm? Blink blink.

The Ravenclaw stared at the boy to her side as he talked. From the looks of it, he wasn't a big fan of Quidditch. How was that even possible? That was just another component on the list of things she didn't understand, nor will she ever. And how come he wasn't looking at her? How rude. That was the appropriate way to talk. Not that Livvy had ever been real into formalities. Ooh. Ooh. GOOOO GRYFFINDOR. Her attention was once again brought to the Quidditch field.

Lu-Lunatics? Did he just call her a LUNATIC?! Who did this kid think he was?! She now turned to look at him wide-eyed. Oh. She just wanted to give him a piece of her mind at that moment. But. BUT. She was a Ravenclaw. And HEAD GIRL. That was just unacceptable. Plus she already kicked him in the gut so it would just suuuucck if she punched him in the face. Still. She was NOT a lunatic. She just... liked danger. And smashing a bludger at someone's head. Particularly Kaika Lockhart. Pity that girl was gone now. Ah. How Livvy missed those beating days.

"First of all..." What was his name? Oh what the heck? "Estro Boy... I am not a lunatic because I like to play Quidditch. And as for your question. It depends on judgement and awareness. Incompetent fools with poor judgement and don't pay attention, wouldn't be able to survive. Chances of getting hit by a bludger and landing on their FACE are quite high."

Ian had ABOSOLUTELY no idea what the hell was going on the pitch, except that everyone was flying far TOO fast to NOT get hurt. He was sure that by the time it ended, a bunch of them would have blood on several parts of their bodies, and more than a few bruises. NOT that they seemed particularly bothered by this; they all seemed to be intent on grabbing that red ball and smashing the bludger against each other.

McKensie approved of the latter.

Oh, Livvy was talking again, and about him, nonetheless. He gave her a quick look, and then fix his blue eyes back on the game. "I'm not familiar with the whole PERSONAL SPACE business, you know. I have sisters, and a bunch of cousins, and a sometimes overbearing mum, so I tend to forget what that stands for." Really, it wasn't important to him. He didn't really take much room, after all.

Mmm. Ian didn't know much about Quidditch (translation = he knew nothing) but it seemed to him that Gryffindor was doing better than the Green ones? Whatever. "You have to be a lunatic to willingly play this game. I mean, everyone gets hurt when playing! Getting hurt is no fun, I would know. Really, it's okay to be a lunatic, as long as you are not really dangerous." That made a lot of sense. "But then, I guess there's not much of a difference, since ... most girls are pretty dangerous." Ian meant that most of them were bullies, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings by being so blunt about her genre.

When Livvy launched herself into some pretty Quidditch heavy explanation, Ian's head tilted to one side and listened. Or at least he pretended to listen and understand whatever it was that she was talking about. Such a simple question he'd asked, and such a CONFUSING answer Livvy had given him. Women. But first things first. "What did you call me?" He looked at her, again, quizzically. But said look quickly melted, and became an amused one, that was only accentuated by the crooked grin that took over his mouth. "Have YOU landed on your backside? Probably, since we supposedly learn from our mistakes and YOU seem to know plenty about it."

02-20-2010, 03:04 AM	#63 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,611 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter Men. They were so odd. Livvy would never understand them. Especially this one. Why in Merlin's Beard was he curled up in a ball? Was he studying the behavior of a child or a porcupine? Naw. Not a child. He was practically a child himself. It must be the porcupine. Maybe he fell on his head when he was a baby. That would explain many things. But Livvy wasn't going to jump to conclusions. That was rude and highly incorrect. Pfft. Fine. Be that way. Men. HMPH. "But I do believe that you own personal space, am I right?" Or am I right? She was right of course. There was no doubt about it. But Livvy honestly didn't see why this boy was being so... so... what was the word for it? Oh dear. Now it's going to bother her during the entire match. Guess she'll have to come back to it later. Mraow. Mhm? Blink blink. The Ravenclaw stared at the boy to her side as he talked. From the looks of it, he wasn't a big fan of Quidditch. How was that even possible? That was just another component on the list of things she didn't understand, nor will she ever. And how come he wasn't looking at her? How rude. That was the appropriate way to talk. Not that Livvy had ever been real into formalities. Ooh. Ooh. GOOOO GRYFFINDOR. Her attention was once again brought to the Quidditch field. Lu-Lunatics? Did he just call her a LUNATIC?! Who did this kid think he was?! She now turned to look at him wide-eyed. Oh. She just wanted to give him a piece of her mind at that moment. But. BUT. She was a Ravenclaw. And HEAD GIRL. That was just unacceptable. Plus she already kicked him in the gut so it would just suuuucck if she punched him in the face. Still. She was NOT a lunatic. She just... liked danger. And smashing a bludger at someone's head. Particularly Kaika Lockhart. Pity that girl was gone now. Ah. How Livvy missed those beating days. "First of all..." What was his name? Oh what the heck? "Estro Boy... I am not a lunatic because I like to play Quidditch. And as for your question. It depends on judgement and awareness. Incompetent fools with poor judgement and don't pay attention, wouldn't be able to survive. Chances of getting hit by a bludger and landing on their FACE are quite high." Ian had ABOSOLUTELY no idea what the hell was going on the pitch, except that everyone was flying far TOO fast to NOT get hurt. He was sure that by the time it ended, a bunch of them would have blood on several parts of their bodies, and more than a few bruises. NOT that they seemed particularly bothered by this; they all seemed to be intent on grabbing that red ball and smashing the bludger against each other. McKensie approved of the latter. Oh, Livvy was talking again, and about him, nonetheless. He gave her a quick look, and then fix his blue eyes back on the game. "I'm not familiar with the whole PERSONAL SPACE business, you know. I have sisters, and a bunch of cousins, and a sometimes overbearing mum, so I tend to forget what that stands for." Really, it wasn't important to him. He didn't really take much room, after all. Mmm. Ian didn't know much about Quidditch (translation = he knew nothing) but it seemed to him that Gryffindor was doing better than the Green ones? Whatever. "You have to be a lunatic to willingly play this game. I mean, everyone gets hurt when playing! Getting hurt is no fun, I would know. Really, it's okay to be a lunatic, as long as you are not really dangerous." That made a lot of sense. "But then, I guess there's not much of a difference, since ... most girls are pretty dangerous." Ian meant that most of them were bullies, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings by being so blunt about her genre. When Livvy launched herself into some pretty Quidditch heavy explanation, Ian's head tilted to one side and listened. Or at least he pretended to listen and understand whatever it was that she was talking about. Such a simple question he'd asked, and such a CONFUSING answer Livvy had given him. Women. But first things first. "What did you call me?" He looked at her, again, quizzically. But said look quickly melted, and became an amused one, that was only accentuated by the crooked grin that took over his mouth. "Have YOU landed on your backside? Probably, since we supposedly learn from our mistakes and YOU seem to know plenty about it." __________________