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The trophy room houses the various trophies earned by students over the centuries. From plaques with the names of Quidditch Cup winners to those who earned the prestigious Special Services to the School, all trophies are awesome looking and so shiny you can see your reflection in them!
Be careful if you're here to admire, or you might just end up polishing your own reflection over and over and over again if you damage any of these precious trophies.
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The little smirk on the other guy's face caused Michael to frown a little. He was one of those Slytherins. "I'm fine." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Oh so he knew Lex? Not surprising really. Alexa Cambridge seem to know everyone. "Well that is true. My mum had been a Prefect when she was here and I heard that she was...rather cool as well." Was that the right word for someone who used their fists to keep the students in line? "She didn't mind breaking a rule or two." Or three.
Now it was Michael's turn to smirk a little at the Slytherin's reaction to being a Prefect. "I think it's more of a case of looking out for them, then looking after them." And he certainly was your typical Slytherin wasn't he? All about the power.
"You know, there is that saying that 'with great power comes great responsibility.'" Or something to that effect. "What's your name anyway?"
'Course he was fine. Even if he wasn't, he doubted the boy would say. You know, in case it was a matter of ego or whatever. Grayson understood. "Uh huh. Good to know," he said, nodding his head slowly.
Oh MAN. His MUM had been a Prefect? "Jeez, I hope that's not pressurising, man. I mean, she won't be upset if you don't get on, will she?" It was probably a good thing that his mum didn't hold any such expectations from him. Even she knew that no one would trust him with something like that. "Your mum sounds like a hoot. Would you do something like that?" This was kinda important. Kinda.
And now this one was smirking. And correcting him too. He didn't know how to feel about that but maybe he could accept the smirking. "Still sounds like a lot of work. Especially if you meet a kid you don't like." He'd have a hard time trying to look out for them. Juuuuuuust saying.
"Wise words. I guess that's what some people need to remember when in power." Was he a Ravenclaw or just that smart? "The name's Grayson. Grayson Whitlock. Yours?"
'Course he was fine. Even if he wasn't, he doubted the boy would say. You know, in case it was a matter of ego or whatever. Grayson understood. "Uh huh. Good to know," he said, nodding his head slowly.
Oh MAN. His MUM had been a Prefect? "Jeez, I hope that's not pressurising, man. I mean, she won't be upset if you don't get on, will she?" It was probably a good thing that his mum didn't hold any such expectations from him. Even she knew that no one would trust him with something like that. "Your mum sounds like a hoot. Would you do something like that?" This was kinda important. Kinda.
And now this one was smirking. And correcting him too. He didn't know how to feel about that but maybe he could accept the smirking. "Still sounds like a lot of work. Especially if you meet a kid you don't like." He'd have a hard time trying to look out for them. Juuuuuuust saying.
"Wise words. I guess that's what some people need to remember when in power." Was he a Ravenclaw or just that smart? "The name's Grayson. Grayson Whitlock. Yours?"
He had to think about that for a moment. Would his mum get upset if he didn't become a Prefect like her? "Nah I don't think so. I think she was kinda shocked that she got made one herself." And if he was honest with himself, Michael found it hard to believe that his mother was once a Prefect. Probably why he came into the trophy room so that he could see the proof.
Michael glanced at the Slytherin when he asked his question and he almost burst out laughing. It was obvious that this guy didn't know who he was talking to. "I might." He said slowly, a grin forming on his lips. "Got any ideas?" He could totally tell that this guy was definitely a rule breaker.
That was true. It would be hard to look out for someone you couldn't stand. "Doesn't necessarily have to be hard work." He gave the guy a shrewd look. "And if you do a good enough job of looking out for them...well...then they would owe you one, wouldn't they?" He may be a Gryffindor but his father was a Slytherin and some of those traits do tend to rub off onto you.
"Nice to meet you Grayson." He stuck out his hand. "Michael Toussaint."
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He had to think about that for a moment. Would his mum get upset if he didn't become a Prefect like her? "Nah I don't think so. I think she was kinda shocked that she got made one herself." And if he was honest with himself, Michael found it hard to believe that his mother was once a Prefect. Probably why he came into the trophy room so that he could see the proof.
Michael glanced at the Slytherin when he asked his question and he almost burst out laughing. It was obvious that this guy didn't know who he was talking to. "I might." He said slowly, a grin forming on his lips. "Got any ideas?" He could totally tell that this guy was definitely a rule breaker.
That was true. It would be hard to look out for someone you couldn't stand. "Doesn't necessarily have to be hard work." He gave the guy a shrewd look. "And if you do a good enough job of looking out for them...well...then they would owe you one, wouldn't they?" He may be a Gryffindor but his father was a Slytherin and some of those traits do tend to rub off onto you.
"Nice to meet you Grayson." He stuck out his hand. "Michael Toussaint."
It was always good to have a cool mum. Or cool parents. "Good. You don't need that kind of pressure, anyways." It was bad enough to be pressurised because of homework and grades and whatnot. Imagine being told that you had to be a Prefect or else? NO THANK YOU. "I'm not surprised since she broke rules. It's almost as if she got rewarded for it."
He might? OH? Was this a sign of things to come? If so, tell Whitty beforehand so he can bring popcorn along and watch the outcome of whatever this guy was planning, mkay? As for ideas, Grayson smirked. "You could always prank someone." Someone he didn't like because MAN were those the best kind of pranks.
It didn't have to be hard work? Grayson shrugged at that before nodding a little. He didn't completely agree but, of course, he wasn't going to tell this guy that. Especially not when he went on to say something that the Slytherin liked the sound of very much. Uh huh. "I like that way of thinking," he said, smirking slightly, "And they're more likely to take you seriously."
"And you, Michael." He even smiled at the boy and returned the hand-- ..................... HOLD ON. Michael. Toussaint. MICHAEL TOUSSAINT. "Didn't you get a detention last year?" LOL. Had he just met this generation's Romeo?
It was always good to have a cool mum. Or cool parents. "Good. You don't need that kind of pressure, anyways." It was bad enough to be pressurised because of homework and grades and whatnot. Imagine being told that you had to be a Prefect or else? NO THANK YOU. "I'm not surprised since she broke rules. It's almost as if she got rewarded for it."
He might? OH? Was this a sign of things to come? If so, tell Whitty beforehand so he can bring popcorn along and watch the outcome of whatever this guy was planning, mkay? As for ideas, Grayson smirked. "You could always prank someone." Someone he didn't like because MAN were those the best kind of pranks.
It didn't have to be hard work? Grayson shrugged at that before nodding a little. He didn't completely agree but, of course, he wasn't going to tell this guy that. Especially not when he went on to say something that the Slytherin liked the sound of very much. Uh huh. "I like that way of thinking," he said, smirking slightly, "And they're more likely to take you seriously."
"And you, Michael." He even smiled at the boy and returned the hand-- ..................... HOLD ON. Michael. Toussaint. MICHAEL TOUSSAINT. "Didn't you get a detention last year?" LOL. Had he just met this generation's Romeo?
No, he certainly did not need that kind of pressure. He had enough pressure from his parents just to attend classes and do his homework and study and whatever else they ranted at him over the summer. Nope being a Prefect was not what he needed right now. "Yeah sounds like it. They made Lex a Prefect and she's always breaking the rules." So maybe they did get rewarded for it. Or maybe the Headmistress was trying to get them to start behaving. Who knew?
Hmm, he could prank someone, but who would he prank? He didn't have an enemies not that he knew of anyway and he didn't like the thought of pranking friends. There was the Professors however. "You sound as though you have thought about this some. Did you have someone in mind?"
Michael knew that the guy would like that. What Slytherin wouldn't? "The idea of being Prefect is sounding better all the time isn't it?" He still didn't think he would want it but there were certainly perks to the job.
They were halfway through the handshake when Grayson mentioned his detention and Michael couldn't help be a little surprised. "Oh. Hahahaha. You heard about that huh?" Realising that he was still holding the Slytherin's hand, he pulled his own back and immediately rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah Hadley, didn't think Zahra and I were focusing enough in class." Not to mention that they had also snogged in the middle of that class as well.
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No, he certainly did not need that kind of pressure. He had enough pressure from his parents just to attend classes and do his homework and study and whatever else they ranted at him over the summer. Nope being a Prefect was not what he needed right now. "Yeah sounds like it. They made Lex a Prefect and she's always breaking the rules." So maybe they did get rewarded for it. Or maybe the Headmistress was trying to get them to start behaving. Who knew?
Hmm, he could prank someone, but who would he prank? He didn't have an enemies not that he knew of anyway and he didn't like the thought of pranking friends. There was the Professors however. "You sound as though you have thought about this some. Did you have someone in mind?"
Michael knew that the guy would like that. What Slytherin wouldn't? "The idea of being Prefect is sounding better all the time isn't it?" He still didn't think he would want it but there were certainly perks to the job.
They were halfway through the handshake when Grayson mentioned his detention and Michael couldn't help be a little surprised. "Oh. Hahahaha. You heard about that huh?" Realising that he was still holding the Slytherin's hand, he pulled his own back and immediately rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah Hadley, didn't think Zahra and I were focusing enough in class." Not to mention that they had also snogged in the middle of that class as well.
That was a brilliant example. Lex. Alexa Cambridge. Brilliant. "'Xactly!" he said, nodding along, "I still reckon she makes a good Prefect, unless you manage to get on her bad side. Oh! And Cassia." Though, he wasn't sure if Cassia was the rule breaking kind of person. MAYBE he needed to talk to her more.
The fact that it sounded as if he had thought about this was funny because he had thought about this. Really. Smart Toussaint was smart. "Nobody in mind but I have some ideas in mind. Like cockroach clusters covered in fudge." Delicious fudge, mind you.
"You bet!" SEE? If you talk along those terms, even someone like him could see the positives of a boring task. Otherwise, it was just plain boring. "You just need to find the right way of making it seem like a good thing."
At least the boy had a sense of humour. Good for you, Michael. "A birdie told me about it." But he was smirking slightly because it was amusing. "Heard you were quite the Romeo to her Juliet." Of course, he wasn't going to mention who had said this to him. Not in a million years. "Michael Toussaint, the little troublemaker."
That was a brilliant example. Lex. Alexa Cambridge. Brilliant. "'Xactly!" he said, nodding along, "I still reckon she makes a good Prefect, unless you manage to get on her bad side. Oh! And Cassia." Though, he wasn't sure if Cassia was the rule breaking kind of person. MAYBE he needed to talk to her more.
The fact that it sounded as if he had thought about this was funny because he had thought about this. Really. Smart Toussaint was smart. "Nobody in mind but I have some ideas in mind. Like cockroach clusters covered in fudge." Delicious fudge, mind you.
"You bet!" SEE? If you talk along those terms, even someone like him could see the positives of a boring task. Otherwise, it was just plain boring. "You just need to find the right way of making it seem like a good thing."
At least the boy had a sense of humour. Good for you, Michael. "A birdie told me about it." But he was smirking slightly because it was amusing. "Heard you were quite the Romeo to her Juliet." Of course, he wasn't going to mention who had said this to him. Not in a million years. "Michael Toussaint, the little troublemaker."
A grin appeared on Michael's face. He knew that he would never get on Lex's bad side. They were very good friends. They'd even kissed but he wasn't going to tell Grayson that even though he would actually like to boast about it for some reason. Obviously a guy thing. So he decided to make comment on the other Prefect that had been mentioned. "Yeah...Lex and Cassia. Two peas in a pod from what I hear." The two girls had been attempting to sneak Lex into the Ministry and sit her apparition licence a year before she was of age.
It seemed that Grayson had been giving this pranking thing some serious thought. And his idea was not a bad one. "That would work really well on first years." Or chocolate lovers. "Or you could slip a puking pastille or canary cream into some cupcakes. Or anything really." Actually that would be quite funny putting them into the Professor's evening meals.
Michael inclined his head toward the Slytherin and grinned. He knew that he would be able to convince the lad that being a Prefect wasn't all bad. Didn't mean he wanted to be one.
He raised his eyebrows at this. A birdie? Michael couldn't even remember who was in that class so it could be anyone and it was obvious that Grayson didn't want to say and he wasn't going to ask him. "Oh hahaha. Actually I think I was the Prince Phillip to her Sleeping Beauty." That's what they had been discussing in class anyway. SEE Hadley!! He had been listening in class. "What can I say?" He said still grinning. "Zahra said she wanted to kiss me in the middle of class so who was I to deny her of that?"
He gave Grayson a light punch in the arm. "You should try it some time."
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A grin appeared on Michael's face. He knew that he would never get on Lex's bad side. They were very good friends. They'd even kissed but he wasn't going to tell Grayson that even though he would actually like to boast about it for some reason. Obviously a guy thing. So he decided to make comment on the other Prefect that had been mentioned. "Yeah...Lex and Cassia. Two peas in a pod from what I hear." The two girls had been attempting to sneak Lex into the Ministry and sit her apparition licence a year before she was of age.
It seemed that Grayson had been giving this pranking thing some serious thought. And his idea was not a bad one. "That would work really well on first years." Or chocolate lovers. "Or you could slip a puking pastille or canary cream into some cupcakes. Or anything really." Actually that would be quite funny putting them into the Professor's evening meals.
Michael inclined his head toward the Slytherin and grinned. He knew that he would be able to convince the lad that being a Prefect wasn't all bad. Didn't mean he wanted to be one.
He raised his eyebrows at this. A birdie? Michael couldn't even remember who was in that class so it could be anyone and it was obvious that Grayson didn't want to say and he wasn't going to ask him. "Oh hahaha. Actually I think I was the Prince Phillip to her Sleeping Beauty." That's what they had been discussing in class anyway. SEE Hadley!! He had been listening in class. "What can I say?" He said still grinning. "Zahra said she wanted to kiss me in the middle of class so who was I to deny her of that?"
He gave Grayson a light punch in the arm. "You should try it some time."
That grin could mean a number of things buuuuut Grayson was going to take it to mean that Mikey simply liked the two prefects in mention. Good. The Slytherin would be very surprised to find people who didn't like them. But two peas in a pod? "Really? Cassia's been in detention before?" MERLIN, she certainly didn't seem the type from what he could tell but MAN, what a great Head Girl. He definitely preferred her to the Head Boy.
On FIRST YEARS?! Was that a compliment or an insult? He couldn't tell. And he didn't want to prank just first years. Besides, the first first year to come to mind was Dima and there was no way that that kid was going to be pranked. Nuh uh. "Puking Pastilles is a brilliant one. You just have to be careful that they don't puke on you." Talk about karma.
Grayson snorted, actually snorted, when Michael corrected him on the couples. "Being a prince sounds much better." Again, responsibility, like Michael had mentioned before, but who could deny how great it sounded? "I don't think anyone can. Besides, it'd be a wimpy thing to do, wouldn't it?"
Try it????? "What? Kissing?" SNORT. "I need the right girl for that." Wink.
Jeez, this would be embarrassing if he wasn't referring to the art of locking lips with someone else.
Sorry it took me so long! *Offers you those scrambled eggs I promised*
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So why exactly was the Gryffindor in the trophy room? He didn't really care to check up on the Quidditch rankings over the years... No. There is one reason why he was here and only the one. Because, it was freaking FREEZING everywhere else in the castle. Well, mostly outside of the classroom. With the exception of the transfiguration room that was like Antarctica and stuff. And the towers were starting to get all super chilly too. Could this winter... Like go away? Please?
Hogwarts was facing the iceage here. Even the unicorns were angry!! And unicorns are NEVER angry because they're UNICORNS for crying out loud!
So ahem, anyways. Zander made his way around the third floor just peaking in and out of open rooms, as one does. He had finally managed to catch up with all the homework. Except for divination, but that one shouldn't be too bad... Either way, he couldn't stand sitting in front of the common room fire for another minute. The Gryffindors were great and everything, but after sitting there for so long he just needed some change in scenery. So here he was... In the trophy room... All by himself....
On second thought... Maybe being cooped up in the common room wasn't all that bad?
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So why exactly was the Gryffindor in the trophy room? He didn't really care to check up on the Quidditch rankings over the years... No. There is one reason why he was here and only the one. Because, it was freaking FREEZING everywhere else in the castle. Well, mostly outside of the classroom. With the exception of the transfiguration room that was like Antarctica and stuff. And the towers were starting to get all super chilly too. Could this winter... Like go away? Please?
Hogwarts was facing the iceage here. Even the unicorns were angry!! And unicorns are NEVER angry because they're UNICORNS for crying out loud!
So ahem, anyways. Zander made his way around the third floor just peaking in and out of open rooms, as one does. He had finally managed to catch up with all the homework. Except for divination, but that one shouldn't be too bad... Either way, he couldn't stand sitting in front of the common room fire for another minute. The Gryffindors were great and everything, but after sitting there for so long he just needed some change in scenery. So here he was... In the trophy room... All by himself....
On second thought... Maybe being cooped up in the common room wasn't all that bad?
After having slipped an anonymous note under Fuller's office door and sprinted away like she was being chased by a nundu, except with a huge smile on her face, she turned a corner and sprinted down that corridor, too, until she dove off to the side and lunged into the nearest room, which just happened to be the trophy room. She slid on her knees, only sliding a few feet before carefully shutting the door silently behind her so the man wouldn't know where she went, if he went looking for her.
Panting just a little - she was in fabulous shape - she turned so her back was against the door and she just sat there, a happy smile on her face. Hehehehehe. SHE PULLED THAT OFF BEAUTIFULLY.
...
"Oh." There was a boy there. Someone her age. A cute boy, at that, and he probably thought she was a loon. If he knew who she was, though, and her reputation was as great as she thought it was, perhaps he'd know better. "Sorry. Shhhhhh. Hiding from Fuller. I don't think he's after me, but just in case." That's why she was there, sitting with her back against the door and not letting anyone in. "Oh, and, um, don't freak out, m'not in trouble - you're not gonna get in trouble by association and being here. Was just pickin' on him. We're buds." Totally normal to be friends with a professor, yeah?
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After having slipped an anonymous note under Fuller's office door and sprinted away like she was being chased by a nundu, except with a huge smile on her face, she turned a corner and sprinted down that corridor, too, until she dove off to the side and lunged into the nearest room, which just happened to be the trophy room. She slid on her knees, only sliding a few feet before carefully shutting the door silently behind her so the man wouldn't know where she went, if he went looking for her.
Panting just a little - she was in fabulous shape - she turned so her back was against the door and she just sat there, a happy smile on her face. Hehehehehe. SHE PULLED THAT OFF BEAUTIFULLY.
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"Oh." There was a boy there. Someone her age. A cute boy, at that, and he probably thought she was a loon. If he knew who she was, though, and her reputation was as great as she thought it was, perhaps he'd know better. "Sorry. Shhhhhh. Hiding from Fuller. I don't think he's after me, but just in case." That's why she was there, sitting with her back against the door and not letting anyone in. "Oh, and, um, don't freak out, m'not in trouble - you're not gonna get in trouble by association and being here. Was just pickin' on him. We're buds." Totally normal to be friends with a professor, yeah?
O__O Huh? With the absolute silence in the trophy room- he wasn't going to talk to himself, duh- he could vaguely make out the sound of footsteps. They were getting closer... and closer... and Closer! The Gryffindor instinctively felt for his wand and wrapped his hand around it tightly, incase those cold one things were at it again. After that whole lightning incident in the forrest, he could never really be sure. As the steps got closer and closer together, they sounded a whole lot like running--
CAN COLD ONES RUN?! That thing in the forrest looked like it was running. WHAT IF THERE WAS MORE THAN ONE?! Okay, okay breath. He's totally cool. Yep. He's a third year now, can definitely take on a cold one on all by himself... Two, not so much... But it didn't sound like two did it? He'd just uh, using one of those blasting spells they learned. Yeah totally prepared. Backing away from the door, he took out his wand from his pocket and held it out... incase.
"Oh." It wasn't a cold one. It was someone her age, a girl. Double 'Oh'. Well now he just felt dumb. Zander quickly stuffed his wand back into his pocket. Definitely would not be needing that. Unless she was a cold one disguised as a girl, did those exist? He was about to ask, but before he could the girl starting speaking. Hiding from Fuller? What? "What did you do to him?" She had said nothing bad.... But why would Fuller go after her!? Maybe she WAS a cold one! And Fuller was chasing her to catch her or something and put her where all the cold ones belong, like ANTARCTICA! Wait.... They're buds? WERE they REALLY buds, though? She didn't really look that suspicious... Besides the slight panting.
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O__O Huh? With the absolute silence in the trophy room- he wasn't going to talk to himself, duh- he could vaguely make out the sound of footsteps. They were getting closer... and closer... and Closer! The Gryffindor instinctively felt for his wand and wrapped his hand around it tightly, incase those cold one things were at it again. After that whole lightning incident in the forrest, he could never really be sure. As the steps got closer and closer together, they sounded a whole lot like running--
CAN COLD ONES RUN?! That thing in the forrest looked like it was running. WHAT IF THERE WAS MORE THAN ONE?! Okay, okay breath. He's totally cool. Yep. He's a third year now, can definitely take on a cold one on all by himself... Two, not so much... But it didn't sound like two did it? He'd just uh, using one of those blasting spells they learned. Yeah totally prepared. Backing away from the door, he took out his wand from his pocket and held it out... incase.
"Oh." It wasn't a cold one. It was someone her age, a girl. Double 'Oh'. Well now he just felt dumb. Zander quickly stuffed his wand back into his pocket. Definitely would not be needing that. Unless she was a cold one disguised as a girl, did those exist? He was about to ask, but before he could the girl starting speaking. Hiding from Fuller? What? "What did you do to him?" She had said nothing bad.... But why would Fuller go after her!? Maybe she WAS a cold one! And Fuller was chasing her to catch her or something and put her where all the cold ones belong, like ANTARCTICA! Wait.... They're buds? WERE they REALLY buds, though? She didn't really look that suspicious... Besides the slight panting.
Was the boy going to hex her for interrupting his zen time or something?
Sophie didn't realize he was putting his wand away until she had started talking, but she acted as if she didn't notice. Seemed like a jumpy sort of fellow, though. She'd keep an eye on him and felt to make sure her own wand was in her holster in case he turned on her or something. And of course it was.
"I didn't doooo anything, exactly. I wrote a note, poking a little fun at him, then I slid it under his office door and ran away. Pretty sure he was in there, so I had to get outta there fast so he didn't know it was me. Bet he did, though, 'cause I don't think most other students have the guts to tease him, but I wanted to get outta there before he came out and got me." Hehehehe. Even though her teasing in the note had been harmless, she wouldn't put it past Fuller to hunt her down and make her spend the rest of the day with the effects of Tarantallegra or Rictusempra on her, though, so she took a moment to pause and listen for footsteps, just in case.
She seemed to be okay.
But the boy was still looking at her funny, so she shook her head and reassured him, "Fuller told me Tobes and I - um, Tobias Tempus? -" in case he knew him, "are his favorites. For really, for real. I didn't go hurt him or anything." She was a big ol' tease, not a bully.
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Was the boy going to hex her for interrupting his zen time or something?
Sophie didn't realize he was putting his wand away until she had started talking, but she acted as if she didn't notice. Seemed like a jumpy sort of fellow, though. She'd keep an eye on him and felt to make sure her own wand was in her holster in case he turned on her or something. And of course it was.
"I didn't doooo anything, exactly. I wrote a note, poking a little fun at him, then I slid it under his office door and ran away. Pretty sure he was in there, so I had to get outta there fast so he didn't know it was me. Bet he did, though, 'cause I don't think most other students have the guts to tease him, but I wanted to get outta there before he came out and got me." Hehehehe. Even though her teasing in the note had been harmless, she wouldn't put it past Fuller to hunt her down and make her spend the rest of the day with the effects of Tarantallegra or Rictusempra on her, though, so she took a moment to pause and listen for footsteps, just in case.
She seemed to be okay.
But the boy was still looking at her funny, so she shook her head and reassured him, "Fuller told me Tobes and I - um, Tobias Tempus? -" in case he knew him, "are his favorites. For really, for real. I didn't go hurt him or anything." She was a big ol' tease, not a bully.
Oh. A note. That wasn't that suspicious. Do cold ones even write? Can they even speak English?
But did she really leave him just a note? Likely story, cold one. But Zander's got you all figured out. Sort of. Either way he wasn't going to let his guard down just yet. Had to do some investigating that's all. Just scope out the story and see if she really was just a student. But he couldn't let her know that he was investigating. Because if she really was a cold one she'd see that and put on her shield of lies. Maybe that's what their protective armor was made of? Lies. Eh, seemed plausible. So, instead of raising his eyebrows again, he attempted a laugh. Because that note thing, if it really was a thing, was kind of funny right? Except his laugh totally sounded forced and not natural and ahem, oops. Casually turning it into a cough instead the boy decided to speak before he made things even worse, "What did they note say?"
..... So evidently one History of Magic lesson does not make you a good actor. Note taken.
Hmm she was still sticking with the story. Maybe she wasn't lying after all. But wait, he had never heard of this Tobias Tempus character. WHO was he? Or what, if she was talking about one of her other cold one friends. WAS HE IN THE CASTLE TOO? Or worse, was he on his way to the trophy room? What if this was an ambush!? But he's only fourteen. Spare his life. He's got to finish that divination homework before he dies, can't let Professor Morgan think he bailed. And then, he had to confess his love for Beautiful Bentley. She must know why he was all weird last time they talked. Make amends with the evil Zahra, eh maybe not that one. But STILL. He had so much to do and so little time.
Wait. O__o He was totally getting ahead of himself here. He probably wasn't in any immediate danger... And if he was... He'd be thinking of an escape plan in the meantime. "I-I don't think I've met you before," Even more of a reason why she'd be a cold one. MHM. But nope, clean slate. No suspicion. Okay a little. "I'm Adair." WAIT, THAT'S NOT RIGHT. "I mean, I'm Zander. What I meant is... I'm uh, Zander Adair." Oops. All this cold one talk was making him nervous. But this way, if she was a cold one and she did freeze his heart, then everyone would know his name and what a brave soldier he was.
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Oh. A note. That wasn't that suspicious. Do cold ones even write? Can they even speak English?
But did she really leave him just a note? Likely story, cold one. But Zander's got you all figured out. Sort of. Either way he wasn't going to let his guard down just yet. Had to do some investigating that's all. Just scope out the story and see if she really was just a student. But he couldn't let her know that he was investigating. Because if she really was a cold one she'd see that and put on her shield of lies. Maybe that's what their protective armor was made of? Lies. Eh, seemed plausible. So, instead of raising his eyebrows again, he attempted a laugh. Because that note thing, if it really was a thing, was kind of funny right? Except his laugh totally sounded forced and not natural and ahem, oops. Casually turning it into a cough instead the boy decided to speak before he made things even worse, "What did they note say?"
..... So evidently one History of Magic lesson does not make you a good actor. Note taken.
Hmm she was still sticking with the story. Maybe she wasn't lying after all. But wait, he had never heard of this Tobias Tempus character. WHO was he? Or what, if she was talking about one of her other cold one friends. WAS HE IN THE CASTLE TOO? Or worse, was he on his way to the trophy room? What if this was an ambush!? But he's only fourteen. Spare his life. He's got to finish that divination homework before he dies, can't let Professor Morgan think he bailed. And then, he had to confess his love for Beautiful Bentley. She must know why he was all weird last time they talked. Make amends with the evil Zahra, eh maybe not that one. But STILL. He had so much to do and so little time.
Wait. O__o He was totally getting ahead of himself here. He probably wasn't in any immediate danger... And if he was... He'd be thinking of an escape plan in the meantime. "I-I don't think I've met you before," Even more of a reason why she'd be a cold one. MHM. But nope, clean slate. No suspicion. Okay a little. "I'm Adair." WAIT, THAT'S NOT RIGHT. "I mean, I'm Zander. What I meant is... I'm uh, Zander Adair." Oops. All this cold one talk was making him nervous. But this way, if she was a cold one and she did freeze his heart, then everyone would know his name and what a brave soldier he was.
Sophie was torn between finding this suspicious, nervous boy humorous and thinking he was a nut. She could tell something was up with him and he was forcing a certain sort of facade, but she couldn't figure out his angle. Was he terrified of pretty girls? Did he think she had just robbed Fuller or hurt him? Had he been in here doing something he shouldn't have been?
She shot a casual glance to the trophies and plaques nearest to him, but found nothing wrong with them. Hmmmm.
"Just some stuff. Top secret," she told him with a mischievous sort of grin. There had been mentioning of Thompson, but Sophie felt that it wasn't good to talk about them, especially not around some kid she'd just met. What if he was a blabber-mouth? What if he spread gossip and started rumors about people? She didn't want to contribute to more gossip about Pavy. No, no. She liked them too much. "Can't have you ratting me out." That, too.
After taking another moment to listen for footsteps, Sophie relaxed, assuming she was safe. She rolled away from the door, now sprawled out on her stomach facing the boy with her head propped up by her hands, resting her elbows on the floor. Adair was a weird first name, she thought at first, but then Zander ended up being weird, too. "M'Sophie Brown." Once again, she was sure to specify that she was not the third year Sophie Newell, in case he hadn't met her but had heard of that one. No, no. Brown.
"We're in the same year," she supplied helpfully to him to identify who she was, having pulled her hands out from under her chin to examine her fingernails. "We've got plenty of classes together, so it was only a matter of time till we met." He HAD to have known who she was at least from potions class, yeah? Culloden would be the first to say she was the best third year potioneer. Wasn't like he tried to hide his pride in her - the man certainly wasn't subtle about who his favorites were.
After a beat, she gave him an amused grin and asked, her tone teasing, "Are you always this jittery?"
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Sophie was torn between finding this suspicious, nervous boy humorous and thinking he was a nut. She could tell something was up with him and he was forcing a certain sort of facade, but she couldn't figure out his angle. Was he terrified of pretty girls? Did he think she had just robbed Fuller or hurt him? Had he been in here doing something he shouldn't have been?
She shot a casual glance to the trophies and plaques nearest to him, but found nothing wrong with them. Hmmmm.
"Just some stuff. Top secret," she told him with a mischievous sort of grin. There had been mentioning of Thompson, but Sophie felt that it wasn't good to talk about them, especially not around some kid she'd just met. What if he was a blabber-mouth? What if he spread gossip and started rumors about people? She didn't want to contribute to more gossip about Pavy. No, no. She liked them too much. "Can't have you ratting me out." That, too.
After taking another moment to listen for footsteps, Sophie relaxed, assuming she was safe. She rolled away from the door, now sprawled out on her stomach facing the boy with her head propped up by her hands, resting her elbows on the floor. Adair was a weird first name, she thought at first, but then Zander ended up being weird, too. "M'Sophie Brown." Once again, she was sure to specify that she was not the third year Sophie Newell, in case he hadn't met her but had heard of that one. No, no. Brown.
"We're in the same year," she supplied helpfully to him to identify who she was, having pulled her hands out from under her chin to examine her fingernails. "We've got plenty of classes together, so it was only a matter of time till we met." He HAD to have known who she was at least from potions class, yeah? Culloden would be the first to say she was the best third year potioneer. Wasn't like he tried to hide his pride in her - the man certainly wasn't subtle about who his favorites were.
After a beat, she gave him an amused grin and asked, her tone teasing, "Are you always this jittery?"
Top secret!? At that, his eyes grew even wider. Well whatever her top secret, secret was, IT WAS A SECRET! Not anymore, because Zander's got this all figured out. She was a cold one, who didn't want to reveal what she ate for lunch. Which in this case, was Fuller's heart. Awh. Poor Professor, never had a chance against this innocent looking student who was actually a disguised Cold One! Luckily, Zander knew better than to let pretty girls fool him. "Mmmhmm..." he nodded slowly, while he carefully thought out escape routes. He could just break into one of the trophy cases and smash her with one of those plaques? "Likely story..."Did plaques break shields of lies?
He flinched at the Cold One's sudden movement, again reaching for the wand in his pocket. Only this time, he hadn't fully removed it before he noticed that... She wasn't inching towards him with her zombie arms and heart freezing ways? She was... Lying on the floor? But why!? WHAT WAS HER METHOD HERE?! She couldn't possibly attack him from that position. That would be impractical.
Deciding that the position shift was a sign, Zander visibly relaxed a little. But, this didn't mean that he wasn't still on guard. Constant vigilance! Duh. Sophie Brown.... Come to think of it... That name actually did ring a bell. What if this cold one in disguise ATE THE REAL SOPHIE BROWN!? Could they do that? Eat people? These were all wonderful questions and he'd have to stop by and ask Romanos sometime, assuming that he made it out of this room alive of course. Which, by the way, he fully intended on doing.
Same year? Huh? Classes? Well if she did eat the real Sophie, then she couldn't possibly know that they had all those classes together. Hm. Maybe she was safe after all. Yeah, it was just as he thought uhum. Totally. He was just being paranoid. The third year let out a chuckle, a real one this time, in relief. "No, I'm not I swear!" He wasn't always this jittery. Just when he was around Bentley and occasionally Bart and most of the time Zahra. Okay Jittery a lot. But still!! "You're gonna think it's stupid..." his hand flew up to the back of his neck and he bit his lip in embarrassment. She'd totally laugh in his face if he told her what he was really thinking this whole time.
There's no way a cold one could look good after getting all frozen and stuff. He was totally just being... jittery.
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Top secret!? At that, his eyes grew even wider. Well whatever her top secret, secret was, IT WAS A SECRET! Not anymore, because Zander's got this all figured out. She was a cold one, who didn't want to reveal what she ate for lunch. Which in this case, was Fuller's heart. Awh. Poor Professor, never had a chance against this innocent looking student who was actually a disguised Cold One! Luckily, Zander knew better than to let pretty girls fool him. "Mmmhmm..." he nodded slowly, while he carefully thought out escape routes. He could just break into one of the trophy cases and smash her with one of those plaques? "Likely story..."Did plaques break shields of lies?
He flinched at the Cold One's sudden movement, again reaching for the wand in his pocket. Only this time, he hadn't fully removed it before he noticed that... She wasn't inching towards him with her zombie arms and heart freezing ways? She was... Lying on the floor? But why!? WHAT WAS HER METHOD HERE?! She couldn't possibly attack him from that position. That would be impractical.
Deciding that the position shift was a sign, Zander visibly relaxed a little. But, this didn't mean that he wasn't still on guard. Constant vigilance! Duh. Sophie Brown.... Come to think of it... That name actually did ring a bell. What if this cold one in disguise ATE THE REAL SOPHIE BROWN!? Could they do that? Eat people? These were all wonderful questions and he'd have to stop by and ask Romanos sometime, assuming that he made it out of this room alive of course. Which, by the way, he fully intended on doing.
Same year? Huh? Classes? Well if she did eat the real Sophie, then she couldn't possibly know that they had all those classes together. Hm. Maybe she was safe after all. Yeah, it was just as he thought uhum. Totally. He was just being paranoid. The third year let out a chuckle, a real one this time, in relief. "No, I'm not I swear!" He wasn't always this jittery. Just when he was around Bentley and occasionally Bart and most of the time Zahra. Okay Jittery a lot. But still!! "You're gonna think it's stupid..." his hand flew up to the back of his neck and he bit his lip in embarrassment. She'd totally laugh in his face if he told her what he was really thinking this whole time.
There's no way a cold one could look good after getting all frozen and stuff. He was totally just being... jittery.
Finding the dusty floor of the trophy room surprisingly comfortable, Sophie ended up propping her head up with one arm, elbow on the floor, and gave Zander a sort of amused smirk. Likely story? What in the world did he think she had done, killed a man?
It seemed that he was relaxing, though, and so did Soph, even though she hadn't realized he had made her so tense - she finally shook off the gut feeling that he was going to jump at her like she was some sort of criminal, though. He was kind of cute, wasn't he? All nervous, doing that typical guy gesture of rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
She took far too much pleasure in it.
"So what if I do? M'just some girl you'd never met till today. Why should my opinion matter to you?" she inquired lightly. Her words were meant as encouragement, even though she was certain they might have come out rather rudely. She just didn't want him to give so much weight to what others thought of him. "Y'can tell me, though. If I think it's stupid, I won't laugh. Scout's honor." Though she plastered on the most innocent of expressions, she was totally lying.
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Finding the dusty floor of the trophy room surprisingly comfortable, Sophie ended up propping her head up with one arm, elbow on the floor, and gave Zander a sort of amused smirk. Likely story? What in the world did he think she had done, killed a man?
It seemed that he was relaxing, though, and so did Soph, even though she hadn't realized he had made her so tense - she finally shook off the gut feeling that he was going to jump at her like she was some sort of criminal, though. He was kind of cute, wasn't he? All nervous, doing that typical guy gesture of rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
She took far too much pleasure in it.
"So what if I do? M'just some girl you'd never met till today. Why should my opinion matter to you?" she inquired lightly. Her words were meant as encouragement, even though she was certain they might have come out rather rudely. She just didn't want him to give so much weight to what others thought of him. "Y'can tell me, though. If I think it's stupid, I won't laugh. Scout's honor." Though she plastered on the most innocent of expressions, she was totally lying.
The Gryffindor watched as Sophie totally-NOT-a-cold-one Brown made herself all comfortable and stuff on the ground. He felt all weird standing up while she just sat there... So he got down too. Except it took him a little bit and it was all gross on the ground with the dust and stuff. But either way, he sat criss-crossed apple sauce on the trophy room floor across from this suspicious smirking girl.
What was that smirk for? It definitely made him all suspicious again. This time... Not about her being a cold one (because he had decided that after the whole explanation of her identity thing, she was pretty safe... for now), but about what she was doing to poor Professor Fuller. Professors are like ANCIENT and probably in there THIRTIES OR SOMETHING they're all wrinkly and definitely don't stand a chance against super fast third years named Sophie Brown.
Why should her opinion matter to him? Well that is quite an easy question to answer. It matter because- uh. Well, it matters mostly because- hm. Well it's mostly because--She had a point. "I guess I just don't want you to think I'm stupid is all." Zander had seen her at their last gobstones match, which meant she was either a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw. And if she was a Gryffindor he would've definitely seen her in the common room or in passing at the Great Hall. So she was definitely a Ravenclaw. Unless she really was a cold one and didn't actually attend Hogwarts-- No. He was past that. Either way, a smart Ravenclaw would most certainly laugh at a dumb Gryffindor. And despite the whole 'Gryffindor's don't care about how others view them' mantra, Zander did care. Because he was supposed to make friends, just like his mum had told him to.
But then again... Scout's honor. Hm. Should he really trust her? She might still be lying and actually be a disguised cold one. No. MERLIN, he was done with that! "Well... When I heard running, I thought you might've been one of those Cold Ones that we learned about in Defense class." Heh. Typical mistake. Anyone could've made it. Yeah. No need to tell her that he had still thought she was one of them even when she came into the room. Nah. That was totally unnecessary.
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The Gryffindor watched as Sophie totally-NOT-a-cold-one Brown made herself all comfortable and stuff on the ground. He felt all weird standing up while she just sat there... So he got down too. Except it took him a little bit and it was all gross on the ground with the dust and stuff. But either way, he sat criss-crossed apple sauce on the trophy room floor across from this suspicious smirking girl.
What was that smirk for? It definitely made him all suspicious again. This time... Not about her being a cold one (because he had decided that after the whole explanation of her identity thing, she was pretty safe... for now), but about what she was doing to poor Professor Fuller. Professors are like ANCIENT and probably in there THIRTIES OR SOMETHING they're all wrinkly and definitely don't stand a chance against super fast third years named Sophie Brown.
Why should her opinion matter to him? Well that is quite an easy question to answer. It matter because- uh. Well, it matters mostly because- hm. Well it's mostly because--She had a point. "I guess I just don't want you to think I'm stupid is all." Zander had seen her at their last gobstones match, which meant she was either a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw. And if she was a Gryffindor he would've definitely seen her in the common room or in passing at the Great Hall. So she was definitely a Ravenclaw. Unless she really was a cold one and didn't actually attend Hogwarts-- No. He was past that. Either way, a smart Ravenclaw would most certainly laugh at a dumb Gryffindor. And despite the whole 'Gryffindor's don't care about how others view them' mantra, Zander did care. Because he was supposed to make friends, just like his mum had told him to.
But then again... Scout's honor. Hm. Should he really trust her? She might still be lying and actually be a disguised cold one. No. MERLIN, he was done with that! "Well... When I heard running, I thought you might've been one of those Cold Ones that we learned about in Defense class." Heh. Typical mistake. Anyone could've made it. Yeah. No need to tell her that he had still thought she was one of them even when she came into the room. Nah. That was totally unnecessary.
Zander still didn't really explain to her why her opinion mattered so much, but she shrugged. She mostly understood. She just wanted to hear him try to verbalize it. Heh.
It was nice that he was trusting her, though, and as soon as it seemed like he was launching into telling her what was so stupid, she leaned forward ever-so slightly, anticipating...
.........
"Hahahahaah!!!" Sophie cracked up, rolling over onto her back and held her tummy as she laughed heartily at Zander's expense. All for theatrics, and she made sure he knew it. Really, all that his answer had warranted was a snort and an eye-roll, but she was making a point to tease him and be a pest. Hehehehe. ALL IN GOOD FUN.
After a few moments of overreacting, she stopped abruptly, rolling back onto her side and propping her head up with her arm once more, grinning from ear to ear. Totally casual and cheeky. "Just kiddin'. That's a hoot, though. D'you just walk around the school now, peeking around every corner in case there's a Cold One there? Did Romanos scare you that much with it?" He was a Gryffindor, wasn't he? Wasn't he supposed to be... courageous?
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Zander still didn't really explain to her why her opinion mattered so much, but she shrugged. She mostly understood. She just wanted to hear him try to verbalize it. Heh.
It was nice that he was trusting her, though, and as soon as it seemed like he was launching into telling her what was so stupid, she leaned forward ever-so slightly, anticipating...
.........
"Hahahahaah!!!" Sophie cracked up, rolling over onto her back and held her tummy as she laughed heartily at Zander's expense. All for theatrics, and she made sure he knew it. Really, all that his answer had warranted was a snort and an eye-roll, but she was making a point to tease him and be a pest. Hehehehe. ALL IN GOOD FUN.
After a few moments of overreacting, she stopped abruptly, rolling back onto her side and propping her head up with her arm once more, grinning from ear to ear. Totally casual and cheeky. "Just kiddin'. That's a hoot, though. D'you just walk around the school now, peeking around every corner in case there's a Cold One there? Did Romanos scare you that much with it?" He was a Gryffindor, wasn't he? Wasn't he supposed to be... courageous?
HEY! She was laughing!? B-b-but scout's honor! SHE PROMISED! Angrily, the third year crossed his arms over his chest. He was done being all embarrassed. Now he was just mad. Wait a minute? Why was she STILL laughing.
Okay, okay. So it was actually kind of funny... But it wasn't THAT funny.
So why was she still laughing? The Gryffindor couldn't help it, while she was busy rolling around HE actually started laughing too. All signs of his previous anger were wiped right off his face. "Now that I said it out loud... It kind of does sound ridiculous, huh?" See, he could be a good sport and laugh at himself too. It just took some time. And some contagious laughter, or in this case... Outrageous(?) laughter because it still wasn't quite AS funny as the girl made it out to be.
That's a hoot? Huh? Her laughter ended so suddenly, it kind of took Zander by surprised. He had stopped moments ago himself. But still. And... What? Scared. PFT. No. He was NOT scared. He is a big strong Gryffindor man boy. Scared. Pft. Nah. He was totally prepared to take on the Cold One. Okay maybe a little scared. BUT ONLY A LITTLE!!
"I guess I just heard the running and it took my by surprise?" He didn't spend all his time scouting out for Cold Ones. He had homework to do sometimes too! "Just with that thing in the forrest" the one with the weird lightning stuff during the library meetings? Would she know what he was talking about? "It was totally a possibility." Yeah. "And I wasn't scared... Just you know... You caught me by surprise!" That's all. That's totally what happened. Mhm. Yeah. Totally.
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HEY! She was laughing!? B-b-but scout's honor! SHE PROMISED! Angrily, the third year crossed his arms over his chest. He was done being all embarrassed. Now he was just mad. Wait a minute? Why was she STILL laughing.
Okay, okay. So it was actually kind of funny... But it wasn't THAT funny.
So why was she still laughing? The Gryffindor couldn't help it, while she was busy rolling around HE actually started laughing too. All signs of his previous anger were wiped right off his face. "Now that I said it out loud... It kind of does sound ridiculous, huh?" See, he could be a good sport and laugh at himself too. It just took some time. And some contagious laughter, or in this case... Outrageous(?) laughter because it still wasn't quite AS funny as the girl made it out to be.
That's a hoot? Huh? Her laughter ended so suddenly, it kind of took Zander by surprised. He had stopped moments ago himself. But still. And... What? Scared. PFT. No. He was NOT scared. He is a big strong Gryffindor man boy. Scared. Pft. Nah. He was totally prepared to take on the Cold One. Okay maybe a little scared. BUT ONLY A LITTLE!!
"I guess I just heard the running and it took my by surprise?" He didn't spend all his time scouting out for Cold Ones. He had homework to do sometimes too! "Just with that thing in the forrest" the one with the weird lightning stuff during the library meetings? Would she know what he was talking about? "It was totally a possibility." Yeah. "And I wasn't scared... Just you know... You caught me by surprise!" That's all. That's totally what happened. Mhm. Yeah. Totally.
Sophie snorted when the boy pouted at her, but was pleased when he finally laughed with her. "Just a little." Her smirky sort of expression softened to a very content smile and she just watched him for a moment before turning her gaze up to the nearest trophy. Not because she was interested in it or anything, moreso because she just thought of Tobes - for the first time since they had made things official, she was in a one-on-one situation with a boy who wasn't him and she couldn't help but wonder if Tobes was the jealous type. Would he mind that she was hanging out with some boy? Or was he going to be a cool boyfriend and know better than to think she'd ever be interested in anyone else?
She had this feeling that Tobes knew better and wouldn't mind this current interaction, so she tore her gaze back down to Zander and smiled at his explanation of thinking she was a Cold One. "Mmmm... yeah." Sure. Total possibility.
She didn't really think so.
"You were totally scared," Sophie accused, the cheeky grin back on her face to accompany her teasing tone. He could deny it all he wanted, but he was a scaredy cat, Soph knew it already. "Y'can't convince me any differently." That was definitely a challenge.
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Sophie snorted when the boy pouted at her, but was pleased when he finally laughed with her. "Just a little." Her smirky sort of expression softened to a very content smile and she just watched him for a moment before turning her gaze up to the nearest trophy. Not because she was interested in it or anything, moreso because she just thought of Tobes - for the first time since they had made things official, she was in a one-on-one situation with a boy who wasn't him and she couldn't help but wonder if Tobes was the jealous type. Would he mind that she was hanging out with some boy? Or was he going to be a cool boyfriend and know better than to think she'd ever be interested in anyone else?
She had this feeling that Tobes knew better and wouldn't mind this current interaction, so she tore her gaze back down to Zander and smiled at his explanation of thinking she was a Cold One. "Mmmm... yeah." Sure. Total possibility.
She didn't really think so.
"You were totally scared," Sophie accused, the cheeky grin back on her face to accompany her teasing tone. He could deny it all he wanted, but he was a scaredy cat, Soph knew it already. "Y'can't convince me any differently." That was definitely a challenge.
This girl was real proud of herself, or must have been at least, for getting all of these reactions out of Zander. He couldn't help it! He was just a very reactive person. Maybe it was his inner Gryffindor kicking in or something? At least that was one Gryffindor trait he actually possessed. Hm.
And she didn't sound like she believed his little explanation? RUDE. "Well then, what did YOU think that thing was?" If it wasn't a Cold One then what could it possibly be? Even though he was asking her mostly as a little retort, he really was curious to hear her answer. Maybe the Ravenclaw had actually figured out the mystery. "The one that ran out of the forrest with all the weird lightning the day of the club meetings," he explained a little further realizing that his question may have been a little, ahem, unclear.
He was not scared.
Okay, okay. A little scared. More freaked out, than scared. But at least he was on the look out okay? "Not scared, just surprised!" he argued. "I don't scare easily! I'm a Gryffindor!" he even roared a little for effect. Okay. That felt a little weird. Is roaring in the trophy room really what his life had come down to? "Plus, I was totally ready to kick your butt... If you were a Cold One." Mostly he was lying. Really, he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince the girl. Funny how things work, huh?
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This girl was real proud of herself, or must have been at least, for getting all of these reactions out of Zander. He couldn't help it! He was just a very reactive person. Maybe it was his inner Gryffindor kicking in or something? At least that was one Gryffindor trait he actually possessed. Hm.
And she didn't sound like she believed his little explanation? RUDE. "Well then, what did YOU think that thing was?" If it wasn't a Cold One then what could it possibly be? Even though he was asking her mostly as a little retort, he really was curious to hear her answer. Maybe the Ravenclaw had actually figured out the mystery. "The one that ran out of the forrest with all the weird lightning the day of the club meetings," he explained a little further realizing that his question may have been a little, ahem, unclear.
He was not scared.
Okay, okay. A little scared. More freaked out, than scared. But at least he was on the look out okay? "Not scared, just surprised!" he argued. "I don't scare easily! I'm a Gryffindor!" he even roared a little for effect. Okay. That felt a little weird. Is roaring in the trophy room really what his life had come down to? "Plus, I was totally ready to kick your butt... If you were a Cold One." Mostly he was lying. Really, he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince the girl. Funny how things work, huh?
The thing? What thing? Sophie's brows furrowed in confusion, but then he went on to explain... sort of. Lightning? What? "Dunno. I didn't see whatever it was that ran to the school, but it had to've been a person, 'cause it came inside the castle and we're all still alive and stuff. Plus, that wasn't lightning, it was wand sparks." She could tell that much from the conversations they'd all had at the book club meeting. Her Head of House seemed certain that someone was in trouble, and whatever had caused the trouble was still out in the forest.
"Who knows what they saw though." Since they hadn't heard back any reports on what was out there, or, at least, not that she had heard any details yet. "Could've been anything." Though lots of the forest-dwelling creatures had left the forest and appeared in Hogsmeade and up closer to the school, she knew that much. So... whatever was in the forest still... must have been pretty tough and fearless.
Didn't really matter though. With the way the weather was outside and how it seemed like the winter was just getting worse, Sophie doubted they were in any real danger. Nothing would be crazy enough to trudge through an icy landscape like that. Not even a... Cold One...
Right?
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Soph put on a smile. Roaring to prove he was tough and brave? Funny kid, he was. "Suuuuuuuure, sure. I dunno, though, Zander. Don't think you'd hurt a fly. You seem pretty harmless. Not a threat at all." Had he figured out that she wasn't being serious and was just trying to get a reaction out of him? And was succeeding? Her big, cheeky grin should've given that away.
Sophie loved it when people made it so easy to poke fun at them in good humor, and this kid with his squirmy defensiveness was a hoot.
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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny
The thing? What thing? Sophie's brows furrowed in confusion, but then he went on to explain... sort of. Lightning? What? "Dunno. I didn't see whatever it was that ran to the school, but it had to've been a person, 'cause it came inside the castle and we're all still alive and stuff. Plus, that wasn't lightning, it was wand sparks." She could tell that much from the conversations they'd all had at the book club meeting. Her Head of House seemed certain that someone was in trouble, and whatever had caused the trouble was still out in the forest.
"Who knows what they saw though." Since they hadn't heard back any reports on what was out there, or, at least, not that she had heard any details yet. "Could've been anything." Though lots of the forest-dwelling creatures had left the forest and appeared in Hogsmeade and up closer to the school, she knew that much. So... whatever was in the forest still... must have been pretty tough and fearless.
Didn't really matter though. With the way the weather was outside and how it seemed like the winter was just getting worse, Sophie doubted they were in any real danger. Nothing would be crazy enough to trudge through an icy landscape like that. Not even a... Cold One...
Right?
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Soph put on a smile. Roaring to prove he was tough and brave? Funny kid, he was. "Suuuuuuuure, sure. I dunno, though, Zander. Don't think you'd hurt a fly. You seem pretty harmless. Not a threat at all." Had he figured out that she wasn't being serious and was just trying to get a reaction out of him? And was succeeding? Her big, cheeky grin should've given that away.
Sophie loved it when people made it so easy to poke fun at them in good humor, and this kid with his squirmy defensiveness was a hoot.
Alive and stuff? Oh. That kind of made sense. Unless the Cold Ones were really smart and were keeping their heads low. That way they could build up their army and attack all at once! Man... He was reading WAY too many comic books. "Oh... I guess I never thought about it that way." She was the Ravenclaw after all soooo. Heh.
Could've been anything? But hadn't she just said that it must've been a person?! Man. She was confusing. Were all girls this confusing!? Or was it just the Hogwarts kind? "Well if it could be anything, then I'm sticking with my theory!" Mhm. What else could've driven the centaurs away!? It couldn't have possibly been just the weather. There was definitely something fishy going on down in that forrest. "My theories more fun anyways." Not to mention more scary, but STILL. If it really was just a person this would've all been such a let down. He would've been all freaked out for nothing.
Here comes that smile of hers again. It was all cheeky and stuff. It was like she was laughing at him without actually laughing? Did that even make sense.... Maybe he should've gotten more sleep? "HEY! I could totally kill a fly... If I wanted to." Yeah. He could be tough! And intimidating!.... If he tried. "I only look like I'm not harmless b-because I don't want to harm you.... But you know, if you were a cold one, then I'd show my.. my... my harming face!" Yeah, harming face.
... Wait, whut?
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Alive and stuff? Oh. That kind of made sense. Unless the Cold Ones were really smart and were keeping their heads low. That way they could build up their army and attack all at once! Man... He was reading WAY too many comic books. "Oh... I guess I never thought about it that way." She was the Ravenclaw after all soooo. Heh.
Could've been anything? But hadn't she just said that it must've been a person?! Man. She was confusing. Were all girls this confusing!? Or was it just the Hogwarts kind? "Well if it could be anything, then I'm sticking with my theory!" Mhm. What else could've driven the centaurs away!? It couldn't have possibly been just the weather. There was definitely something fishy going on down in that forrest. "My theories more fun anyways." Not to mention more scary, but STILL. If it really was just a person this would've all been such a let down. He would've been all freaked out for nothing.
Here comes that smile of hers again. It was all cheeky and stuff. It was like she was laughing at him without actually laughing? Did that even make sense.... Maybe he should've gotten more sleep? "HEY! I could totally kill a fly... If I wanted to." Yeah. He could be tough! And intimidating!.... If he tried. "I only look like I'm not harmless b-because I don't want to harm you.... But you know, if you were a cold one, then I'd show my.. my... my harming face!" Yeah, harming face.
... Wait, whut?
Sophie rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the boy's protests. "I mean whatever's in the forest - whatever made the person run back here could be just about anything." Since they'd pretty well established that they were not dead, so the figure who had come running up to the school must have been a person, so... it all came down to what said person was running from. And what would be so frightening that they had to send up sparks on their trek back?
Soph didn't want to think about it right now.
She snorted at the boy's fly comment and pushed herself up to a seated position, her legs crossed under her. "Harming face, hm?" Now he was just being silly, and she caaaasually flicked her wand from its holster on her arm and gave it a smooth twirl in her hand. "If you're not so harmless... how would you feel about a friendly duel? Here and now? S'y'can show me just how not harmless you are?" She didn't expect him to say yes at all - she was still just pulling his leg a little. Hehe. HOW TOUGH ARE YA, GRYFFINDOR?
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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny
Sophie rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the boy's protests. "I mean whatever's in the forest - whatever made the person run back here could be just about anything." Since they'd pretty well established that they were not dead, so the figure who had come running up to the school must have been a person, so... it all came down to what said person was running from. And what would be so frightening that they had to send up sparks on their trek back?
Soph didn't want to think about it right now.
She snorted at the boy's fly comment and pushed herself up to a seated position, her legs crossed under her. "Harming face, hm?" Now he was just being silly, and she caaaasually flicked her wand from its holster on her arm and gave it a smooth twirl in her hand. "If you're not so harmless... how would you feel about a friendly duel? Here and now? S'y'can show me just how not harmless you are?" She didn't expect him to say yes at all - she was still just pulling his leg a little. Hehe. HOW TOUGH ARE YA, GRYFFINDOR?
Oh. That made sense. But that means that there could still be a Cold One out there! Right? "Okay so maybe the thing running back was a person, BUT like you said, the other thing, that COULD be a Cold One!" But wait, there's something super wonky about this. "Why would a person want to go into the forrest all by themselves?" Especially if they knew there was something that was going to chase them out! Unless they didn't know... But still, the forrest is forbidden for a reason! Headmistress made a smart move on that one, huh? Bet that flailing person wishes they listened to the rules, heh. Kind of like that time Zander wished he listened to Culloden's instructions.
But it happens.
Yeah. Harming face. Totally. Wait a minute. What was she doing with her wand!? "A friendly duel?" Was there even such a thing? "I... I totally would, but you know the trophies." Couldn't go breaking them, they were like sacred property. People had worked hard for those. Yeah. Trophy room was hardly a place for a duel. "If we were in the dueling arena... You know... That'd be different." Excuses. "And we wouldn't want to give Fuller a real reason to come after you!" Yeah. Definitely. "Besides, I can't fight YOU! You're a girl!!" He wasn't allowed to fight girls.
Really he just didn't want to duel. Mostly because he knew he'd lose.
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Oh. That made sense. But that means that there could still be a Cold One out there! Right? "Okay so maybe the thing running back was a person, BUT like you said, the other thing, that COULD be a Cold One!" But wait, there's something super wonky about this. "Why would a person want to go into the forrest all by themselves?" Especially if they knew there was something that was going to chase them out! Unless they didn't know... But still, the forrest is forbidden for a reason! Headmistress made a smart move on that one, huh? Bet that flailing person wishes they listened to the rules, heh. Kind of like that time Zander wished he listened to Culloden's instructions.
But it happens.
Yeah. Harming face. Totally. Wait a minute. What was she doing with her wand!? "A friendly duel?" Was there even such a thing? "I... I totally would, but you know the trophies." Couldn't go breaking them, they were like sacred property. People had worked hard for those. Yeah. Trophy room was hardly a place for a duel. "If we were in the dueling arena... You know... That'd be different." Excuses. "And we wouldn't want to give Fuller a real reason to come after you!" Yeah. Definitely. "Besides, I can't fight YOU! You're a girl!!" He wasn't allowed to fight girls.
Really he just didn't want to duel. Mostly because he knew he'd lose.
The kid wasn't going to let up on the Cold One idea, was he? She wished he would, because the thought of the Cold Ones being a threat to them was quite unnerving, but she tried not to show it. Instead, Sophie just shrugged and responded, "All right, then. We'll roll with the idea that there are Cold Ones out to get us. In the forest. Right now." Just to make him happy with himself.
And also freak him out a little more, maybe. Hehe.
She didn't know why anyone would go in there, especially when the weather conditions were already so undesirable, so she just shrugged. Who knew. It was another thing she didn't really want to think about too much or she'd end up obsessing over it until she found out the answer. For now, she was quite content with not giving it a whole lot of thought. Very much unlike this Gryffindor boy. Merlin.
Once again, Zander got a snort out of Sophie. "The trophies'll be fine, if y'aim well." She smirked at that and let out a dramatic siiiiigh. He really wasn't going to duel her, was he? "But we could go to the dueling arena." Then they wouldn't have to worry about Fuller!
...Gryffindor say what?
"Ex-cuse you, girl or not, I can still kick your butt." Unless he meant that because she was a girl he knew he stood no chance, but she was fairly certain that was not what he was implying, so she flicked her wand at the boy menacingly and, her expression set in stone with fake anger as she pointed the wand at his head, she cast, "Orchideous." The bouquet of flowers popped out of the tip of her wand and landed near the boy's foot. HEhehehehee.
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