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Ashwinder · 09-03-2010, 06:50 AM

Text Cut: Sabel, Treyen and Arya

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Sabel had to kind of blink at the younger boy. First he stated what he had tried to conceal, and now the obvious. A slow nod rolled off his head in a sort of uh-huh motion. "Yes...thank you...for your support." Was that the proper thing to say? Though it was better than calling Kellen a coward. Ingenious at the art of avoidance, but not a coward.

And Kellen cleared that fact up right quick. A small smile touched the corners of his lips as he clapped Kellen on the shoulder. "My own personal bookie. And I'm sure you know all the ins-and-outs of that challenge. Though, Headmaster Tate doesn't really seem to be one to recycle anything." Put to good use in a different matter, but in such a way it seemed completely new. "Or rather he's too efficient at it." One of the two.

His eyes flicked to Arya at her less than encouraging words and unapproving look that brought a slight pang of guilt to settle in his stomach, his mood dropping almost instantly. "They die less than in everyday life. And most of them don't risk a thing." He couldn't keep the slight pointedness of the statement out of his voice. It wasn't that he was trying to test fate, at least, if that was the case he hoped one of his friends would hit him over the head real soon with something hard.

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Haha. Itchy beard, "I think you'd be right, Arya" he said, though, he had no one to ask how itchy it would be, because whatever Dodson had was not a beard yet.

Perhaps the Durmstrang Headmaster. Yeah, that one looks like he'd had a beard or two in his lifetime.

He eyed the older Ravenclaw...wait...the only Ravenclaw there, "You wouldn't?" well, that was odd, "Eternal glory and all that stuff doesn't attract you?" it kind of did attract the young Lockhart. He was, after all, going to be Aaron's representative when Aaron ruled the world.

He couldn't help to laugh, though, at the Ravenclaw's comments, "You're funny" yes, thanks for stating the obvious Treyen.

His eyes went back to Arya, "But, wouldn't you like to know what will happen to the ones who aren't old enough?" he asked, slightly puzzled, because he would like to know...not try, just know. He didn't want to end up with a tail.

But his eyes couldn't believe what just happened. Fletch had entered his name! Fletch! Sir Fletcher! Sir Sticky Beard! --Hey! That was someone he could ask about that beard thing without having to threat his own life with the other Headmaster, the scary looking one. Except...he could also be in danger around Fletcher. Eh, well, he better not get chosen, the older Hufflepuff knows nothing of history.

"A Hufflepuff died in the tournament" he pointed out, mostly to Arya. The boy named Cedric from where Harry Potter won at the expenses of a Huffie boy.

Treyen smiled at the Gryffindor boy, "You're welcome..." the Huffie frowned, "...I...don't know your name" but he could be Gryffie boy. No matter.

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

"A different choice of words doesn't change your intent, Mr. Stern." She poked her tongue out at him playfully.

Tilting her head to the side, she watched as another person put their name into the cup. "I would like to see what would happen, but I don't think anyone will try." She wanted to see the beard though, it had to be really long. Maybe even touching the ground.

Arya ran her fingers through the side of her hair when Kellen poked her and glanced up at him with a slight frown. "I don't want him to loose a limb either." One armed hugs just weren't the same. Was he trying to be funny about the dragon thing? He wasn't, she knew just how dangerous they were.

SEE!?

Treyen knew what she was talking about. "....And if a Hufflepuff can get killed so can you." Cause puffs where awesome. She heard about the boy that died in the last tournament with Harry Potter. Stories man, she had heard lots.

"Most of them don't go to Hogwarts." She said pointedly. The fact that they were at Hogwarts made all the difference. Strange things happened in this castle, he should know that.

"I should charge a fee," Kellen mused, tapping his fingers off his chin thoughtfully. "Stern and Co. Researchers Inc. Providing fine services since..." His voice trailed off as he heard Sabel's tone to Arya, and fixed his friend with a scrutinizing look. He wasn't going to ask it, not right here, but Kellen was giving Sabel the 'I'm on to you, something's up' face.

He forced himself to be distracted by the young Puff's words, "Of course it attracts me, but I've learned that there's more than one way to get it. This... is not my way." Simple as that. And then he grinned, "Why thank you. I thought so too."

Further distracted from Sabel's expression by Arya's comment, Kellen snorted at her, "No, but it sure confuses and convinces a lot of people."

They were still on about this death thing, and Kellen felt the need for a brief history lesson lest Sabel have a flailing fit and try to pull his name back out again, "Lest we forget, it wasn't the Tournament in and of itself that killed Cedric. Whoever designed the Tournament didn't know that the cup would be charmed into a Portkey. That's like saying no one should play Quidditch in case a dementor gets onto the field. You can't predict things like that."

Feeling the need to lighten the air a little, Kellen ruffled Sabel's hair, "Besides, the Goblet will probably sense Sabel's tendency to trip over his own two feet and relegate him to the bleachers with the rest of us."

09-03-2010, 06:50 AM	#39 (permalink)
Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Text Cut: Sabel, Treyen and Arya Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani Sabel had to kind of blink at the younger boy. First he stated what he had tried to conceal, and now the obvious. A slow nod rolled off his head in a sort of uh-huh motion. "Yes...thank you...for your support." Was that the proper thing to say? Though it was better than calling Kellen a coward. Ingenious at the art of avoidance, but not a coward. And Kellen cleared that fact up right quick. A small smile touched the corners of his lips as he clapped Kellen on the shoulder. "My own personal bookie. And I'm sure you know all the ins-and-outs of that challenge. Though, Headmaster Tate doesn't really seem to be one to recycle anything." Put to good use in a different matter, but in such a way it seemed completely new. "Or rather he's too efficient at it." One of the two. His eyes flicked to Arya at her less than encouraging words and unapproving look that brought a slight pang of guilt to settle in his stomach, his mood dropping almost instantly. "They die less than in everyday life. And most of them don't risk a thing." He couldn't keep the slight pointedness of the statement out of his voice. It wasn't that he was trying to test fate, at least, if that was the case he hoped one of his friends would hit him over the head real soon with something hard. Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian Haha. Itchy beard, "I think you'd be right, Arya" he said, though, he had no one to ask how itchy it would be, because whatever Dodson had was not a beard yet. Perhaps the Durmstrang Headmaster. Yeah, that one looks like he'd had a beard or two in his lifetime. He eyed the older Ravenclaw...wait...the only Ravenclaw there, "You wouldn't?" well, that was odd, "Eternal glory and all that stuff doesn't attract you?" it kind of did attract the young Lockhart. He was, after all, going to be Aaron's representative when Aaron ruled the world. He couldn't help to laugh, though, at the Ravenclaw's comments, "You're funny" yes, thanks for stating the obvious Treyen. His eyes went back to Arya, "But, wouldn't you like to know what will happen to the ones who aren't old enough?" he asked, slightly puzzled, because he would like to know...not try, just know. He didn't want to end up with a tail. But his eyes couldn't believe what just happened. Fletch had entered his name! Fletch! Sir Fletcher! Sir Sticky Beard! --Hey! That was someone he could ask about that beard thing without having to threat his own life with the other Headmaster, the scary looking one. Except...he could also be in danger around Fletcher. Eh, well, he better not get chosen, the older Hufflepuff knows nothing of history. "A Hufflepuff died in the tournament" he pointed out, mostly to Arya. The boy named Cedric from where Harry Potter won at the expenses of a Huffie boy. Treyen smiled at the Gryffindor boy, "You're welcome..." the Huffie frowned, "...I...don't know your name" but he could be Gryffie boy. No matter. Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 *"A different choice of words doesn't change your intent, Mr.* Stern." She poked her tongue out at him playfully. Tilting her head to the side, she watched as another person put their name into the cup. "I would like to see what would happen, but I don't think anyone will try." She wanted to see the beard though, it had to be really long. Maybe even touching the ground. Arya ran her fingers through the side of her hair when Kellen poked her and glanced up at him with a slight frown. "I don't want him to loose a limb either." One armed hugs just weren't the same. Was he trying to be funny about the dragon thing? He wasn't, she knew just how dangerous they were. SEE!? Treyen knew what she was talking about. "....And if a Hufflepuff can get killed so can you." Cause puffs where awesome. She heard about the boy that died in the last tournament with Harry Potter. Stories man, she had heard lots. "Most of them don't go to Hogwarts." She said pointedly. The fact that they were at Hogwarts made all the difference. Strange things happened in this castle, he should know that. "I should charge a fee,"** Kellen mused, tapping his fingers off his chin thoughtfully. "Stern and Co. Researchers Inc. Providing fine services since..." His voice trailed off as he heard Sabel's tone to Arya, and fixed his friend with a scrutinizing look. He wasn't going to ask it, not right here, but Kellen was giving Sabel the 'I'm on to you, something's up' face. He forced himself to be distracted by the young Puff's words, "Of course it attracts me, but I've learned that there's more than one way to get it. This... is not my way." Simple as that. And then he grinned, "Why thank you. I thought so too." Further distracted from Sabel's expression by Arya's comment, Kellen snorted at her, "No, but it sure confuses and convinces a lot of people." They were still on about this death thing, and Kellen felt the need for a brief history lesson lest Sabel have a flailing fit and try to pull his name back out again, "Lest we forget, it wasn't the Tournament in and of itself that killed Cedric. Whoever designed the Tournament didn't know that the cup would be charmed into a Portkey. That's like saying no one should play Quidditch in case a dementor gets onto the field. You can't predict things like that." Feeling the need to lighten the air a little, Kellen ruffled Sabel's hair, "Besides, the Goblet will probably sense Sabel's tendency to trip over his own two feet and relegate him to the bleachers with the rest of us."