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SlytherinSistah · 09-14-2010, 04:26 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

A faint smile crept onto Grayson's face as she watched the little girl try to make herself bigger at their approach. She understood the feeling, as Salander was obviously bigger than both of them, but the idea that someone could be intimidated by her appearance was almost hilarious. Unless the concept of her reputation was back, and the girl was reacting to that. She didn't think so though. The girl looked new, to her at least. Not that most people didn't look fairly new to her anyway, having only been at Hogwarts since last term. She waved back, though. That was cute. Since she'd already said hi, she didn't want to seem stupid and repeat herself, so she went straight for the introduction part, watching as Haughtine scanned her robes for information. "You have an interesting name too," she observed, before smiling again. "I'm Grayson." Comment away, as she was used to it. Although Salander hadn't actually said anything about her name like most people did.

A giggle escaped as they were asked about who'd put their names in. "Salander has. I'm not old enough," she responded. "Lots of others have put their names in too. I wonder when the champions will be chosen," she continued, a thoughtful look crossing her features. That was going to be the next exciting step. Unless someone else risked the bird transformation. She wasn't getting her hopes up though.

"Thanks. M'grandad gave it to me. On my mom's side they are from Northumberland." She caught herself speaking out of context and drew in a long breath looking upways to gather her thoughts before again directing her attention to the girl called Grayson. "Weeell, what I mean is, it's a family name." There. Now we're makin' sense.
"What about your name? I've never heard it before now and not to offend you, but if I had heard the name Grayson being called out in the corridors I would think that it might be a boy student. Maybe that's a good thing, though. You won't have people thinking you're too girly for anything." She stopped herself when she realized she was babbling and froze at the mention of what must've been the boys name. Salander. Haughtine wondered what possible meaning his name could have and was starting to worry that if she didn't meet some Sams, or Sarahs, or Micheals soon, she was going to forget who everyone was by the end of the week.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Enter Fletcher and his sammich eating awesomeness.

-Salander and Fletch brotherlyness-

Haughtine looked up at the boy with the sandwich. Smelled like chicken, a bit, but she couldn't rightly tell unless it was hauntingly pungent tuna. Although, clearly surprised, the boy seemed remarkably relaxed for what had just transpired. Judging by everyone elses reaction to this goblet event, you'd think he would've thrown the sandwich into the air (rather than letting it hit the ground with a dry flop) and declared drinks for he and Salander then and there to mark the occasion. And the more the two boys spoke, the more Haughtine wondered why the one called Duncan Fletcher didn't offer drinks then and there.

Maimed? Drowned? Eaten by a dragon? Being a champion just sounded dangerous. Who could tell if the boy would live to offer drinks another day?

"Duncan was it?" Haughtine took the back of her hand which was engulfed in her tad too large robe sleeve and brushed her messy hair back away from her face. She stuck out her small hand to shake his. "Congratulations on being chosen to be a champion... I think."

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Originally Posted by springbaby

Shaking her head Daisy laughed, "I wish I knew a charm to make the flames move but alas, Charms is not my forte." She showed the girl the picture of the goblet that was completed. Her initials D.E.R signed at the base like a secretive kiss. She looked at the cup and sighed.

"You're really quite good, you know." Said the firstie overlooking the drawing. "You didn't skimp on the details and I like how you've done the shadows there." Haughtine sighed, not out of boredom, but out of worry that she may not learn very much about charms herself. What if it wasn't the girls doing that she wasn't very good at charms. "What classes are you gooda...ohm, my name's Haughtine, by the way. What's yours?"

09-14-2010, 04:26 AM	#438 (permalink)
SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	Salander, Grayson, & Duncan Donuts <3's C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger A faint smile crept onto Grayson's face as she watched the little girl try to make herself bigger at their approach. She understood the feeling, as Salander was obviously bigger than both of them, but the idea that someone could be intimidated by her appearance was almost hilarious. Unless the concept of her reputation was back, and the girl was reacting to that. She didn't think so though. The girl looked new, to her at least. Not that most people didn't look fairly new to her anyway, having only been at Hogwarts since last term. She waved back, though. That was cute. Since she'd already said hi, she didn't want to seem stupid and repeat herself, so she went straight for the introduction part, watching as Haughtine scanned her robes for information. "You have an interesting name too," she observed, before smiling again. "I'm Grayson." Comment away, as she was used to it. Although Salander hadn't actually said anything about her name like most people did. A giggle escaped as they were asked about who'd put their names in. "Salander has. I'm not old enough," she responded. "Lots of others have put their names in too. I wonder when the champions will be chosen," she continued, a thoughtful look crossing her features. That was going to be the next exciting step. Unless someone else risked the bird transformation. She wasn't getting her hopes up though. "Thanks. M'grandad gave it to me. On my mom's side they are from Northumberland." She caught herself speaking out of context and drew in a long breath looking upways to gather her thoughts before again directing her attention to the girl called Grayson. "Weeell, what I mean is, it's a family name." There. Now we're makin' sense. "What about your name? I've never heard it before now and not to offend you, but if I had heard the name Grayson being called out in the corridors I would think that it might be a boy student. Maybe that's a good thing, though. You won't have people thinking you're too girly for anything." She stopped herself when she realized she was babbling and froze at the mention of what must've been the boys name. Salander. Haughtine wondered what possible meaning his name could have and was starting to worry that if she didn't meet some Sams, or Sarahs, or Micheals soon, she was going to forget who everyone was by the end of the week. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Enter Fletcher and his sammich eating awesomeness. -Salander and Fletch brotherlyness- Haughtine looked up at the boy with the sandwich. Smelled like chicken, a bit, but she couldn't rightly tell unless it was hauntingly pungent tuna. Although, clearly surprised, the boy seemed remarkably relaxed for what had just transpired. Judging by everyone elses reaction to this goblet event, you'd think he would've thrown the sandwich into the air (rather than letting it hit the ground with a dry flop) and declared drinks for he and Salander then and there to mark the occasion. And the more the two boys spoke, the more Haughtine wondered why the one called Duncan Fletcher didn't offer drinks then and there. Maimed? Drowned? Eaten by a dragon? Being a champion just sounded dangerous. Who could tell if the boy would live to offer drinks another day? "Duncan was it?" Haughtine took the back of her hand which was engulfed in her tad too large robe sleeve and brushed her messy hair back away from her face. She stuck out her small hand to shake his. "Congratulations on being chosen to be a champion... I think." Quote: Originally Posted by springbaby Shaking her head Daisy laughed, "I wish I knew a charm to make the flames move but alas, Charms is not my forte." She showed the girl the picture of the goblet that was completed. Her initials D.E.R signed at the base like a secretive kiss. She looked at the cup and sighed. "You're really quite good, you know." Said the firstie overlooking the drawing. "You didn't skimp on the details and I like how you've done the shadows there." Haughtine sighed, not out of boredom, but out of worry that she may not learn very much about charms herself. What if it wasn't the girls doing that she wasn't very good at charms. "What classes are you gooda...ohm, my name's Haughtine, by the way. What's yours?"