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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll
(Post 10067406)
Braeden watched with slightly curious brown eyes as the boy before him used a small piece of paper as a bookmark; he seemed so... neat. It made Braeden feel messy. Well, he was a rather messy little person by nature.
"Oh! Well, I dunno about Dickens but his stuff is pretty good," said Braeden. Leave it up to him to take the question literally and believe that Roderigo wanted to know if he knew Dickens personally. "Shame he was a muggle, he could have at least turned into a ghost; though to be honest I've only ever really finished one of his books completely. But it was enough to turn me into a fanatic," Braeden shared with a lopsided grin.
As the boy then introduced himself as Roderigo with a very interesting accent, Braeden returned the handshake fervently for a moment. "Braeden Stonem," he introduced himself with another one of those happy-go-lucky dorky smiles of his that made him look at least three years younger. "Cool name," he commented casually as he leaned back into his seat, as if they were talking about... quills or something like that; as if the boy had just chosen to be given his name because it sounded 'cool'. "De Lacerda..." he muttered thoughtfully (murdering the last name with his heavy British accent), "Where's that from?"
Braeden turned his brown eyes toward the compartment door as an all too familiar voice filled the air. At the sight of Evangeline, his eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline before allowing a grin to adorn his face ever so dorkily. "It's Hollywood!" he announced suddenly (he'd decided this would be her new name, which he found fit perfectly with her American actress secret identity). "Of course you can join us," he added, turning to Roderigo. "This is Evangeline, she's a famous American act-- wait, I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?" Braeden asked, brows furrowed. "Or was the whole secret agent thing the real secret?" Leave it up to Braeden to reveal every mortal secret in the world just after he had promised he wouldn't tell a soul (his cluelessness was completely unintentional, of course).
"Ah! Not--not that she's really any of those things," Braeden quickly tried to cover the secret back up as he turned to Roderigo, hoping the boy hadn't really caught any of his blurt outs. "She's-- she's just-- she's new," he concluded. Best to leave it at that.
"And, uh, Evangeline... this is Roderigo," now he introduced the girl to the new boy. "He's from a land far and mysterious..." he added in a tone that was supposed to evoke a sense of mystery. In reality it just made him sound like the dork he was.
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Roderigo nodded at Braeden's comment about Charles Dickens. Despite his obvious inability to remain suave in a social environment, Roderigo knew Braeden meant well.
"Yes, his writing is definitely superb," he said, smiling. "My favorite of his novels is, of course,
A Christmas Carol. I read it in December every year...so I just read it. Which one did you read?" he finished with a question, before Braeden brought up Dickens' muggleness.
"Well...can muggles become ghosts? I never really took a fancy into learning about the after-life and whatnot..." his voice traveled off as he stared out the window, musing the possibility of Charles Dicken's becoming a ghost.
However, he snapped back into reality when Braeden introduced himself formally.
"It's a pleasure," Roderigo said, shaking Braeden's hand. And his cheeks flushed the faintest of pink when the Gryffindor boy commented on his last name.
"It's Spanish," he said, proudly. "I was born there, but I moved to Oxford when I was about eight." He leaned forward in his seat and groped for the bag he had placed on the floor. His fingers grazed against the strap and he yanked the bag up onto his knee. Sliding the cover open and throwing the Dickens book inside, he slackened his grip and let the bag slide down his leg and revert to its spot on the floor.
Roderigo looked back up and smiled.
"So how about you? Are you natively Brittish?" he asked, but just after he asked his question, a girl walked in unexpectedly. Roderigo was taken aback, and he was sure his face showed his surprise. However, before he could politely interject and ask the girl why she was here, she began talking to Braeden. Roderigo soon realized that these two were, to say the least, acquaintances and he therefore no longer had any objections to her joining us.
As Braeden attempted to introduce Evangeline to him, a smile stretched farther and farther across Roderigo's face. It was becoming more and more apparent to him that Braeden had no filter; he couldn't stop himself from saying whatever his brain was thinking. Trying to hide his laughter by turning it into a cough, Roderigo took a deep breath and tried to give Braeden a quizzical look.
"Uh...are you alright?" his brows furrowed and then he shook his head slightly. He turned to Evangeline and smiled.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Evangeline," he said kindly. "As my friend here Braeden has said, my name is Roderigo De Lacerda." He bowed his head slightly.
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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*
(Post 10067854)
Amadeus Alfred Kipling was returning to Hogwarts as a changed man. He had lost his best friend, Mathieu Kaden Moreau, and the winter holidays had not been as snobbishly, arrogantly delightful as they had been in years past. No tag-teaming, no staying up late pulling stunts or talking, no nothing. Instead, he had been home like a good little boy with his family, burying his nose in his studies so he would have more time to relax once he returned to Hogwarts missing his other half.
He wore his signature tailored trousers and polished oxfords, his arms loosely at his sides. A scarf was wrapped about his throat and he wore a leather jacket, quite a difference from his usual tailored jackets. His brow was furrowed as he bid adieu to his family and made his way onto the train, not paying much attention to where he was headed. As he made his way along, he saw an acquaintance of his.
Being that they were both wealthy purebloods, Amadeus and Roderigo had crossed paths a few times before but had never established a solid relationship. At this point in time, he was accompanied by a lady and a boy with a bouffant. As he neared them, Deus nodded and attempted to smile before unconsciously fingering the earring on his left lobe out of habit.
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Roderigo's introduction was, for the second time, interrupted by someone. However, unlike Evangeline, who was a stranger to him, Roderigo and Amadeus were acquaintances. The Spaniard smiled as his friend walked into their compartment. He wasn't sure if Amadeus had met Evangeline or Braeden, but since they were all in a circle of introductions, he felt it necessary.
"Oh, well this is an acquaintance of mine, Evangeline and Braeden," Roderigo said, standing up and moving towards Amadeus. "His name is Amadeus Alfred Kipling. He too is a Ravenclaw, like me." He grinned at the three of them. Roderigo wouldn't be lying when he said he had a very small net of friends. He was excited that on his first day back from Winter Break, he had already made two friends and was reunited with someone he had met before. This year was looking to be a great one.
