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On the fourth floor corridor is one of the few balconies in the castle. With a view of Hogwarts grounds, this balcony is a great place to take a break from doing that lengthy Arithmancy homework, or to generally relax with your friend.
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SPOILER!!: it's the hugs. LOL Just the hugs. ;)
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Adi stared down at the ground as he waited for Brooklyn's answer. What was he feeling? Just curiosity. He had seen her being friendly with others so he was wondering what it was that she disliked about him. Of course he didn't mind if he was not liked. Hehe. Ah. He should have known Brroklyn would choose to answer his question with a question. "I dunno. Maybe I'm always too happy and cheerful and that gets to you?'' Yep, that's what he always thought. Now the Puffer just needed a confirmation on that. Or a denial. Whichever.
Wheee! He was strong! Superman he could be, maybe? Naaaah, BATMAN! Yeah, the Dark Knight RULED! Anywayyy, Adi was greeted by a single word in response to his question. "Alrightey! I was just wondering since you're almost a fifth year and you would have to choose which subjects you need to do for OWLs and NEWTs.'' Or if she was as ambitious as him, she'd write them all. "Hey, if you need to talk about careers, I'm all ears.''
Obviously the silence hadn’t meant anything other than just that Adi was curious. He wouldn’t have asked the question if he wasn’t, and Brooklyn still wasn’t inclined to give him an answer. Especially not as he actually chose to come up with an answer to her return question. She’d had to resist rolling her eyes at that. Obviously the constant cheerfulness was irritating. Nobody could be that happy all of the time. But that just made her not trust him. It had nothing to do with hate. It was more indifference. He hadn’t proven anything aside from that cheerfulness to her so far, so she didn’t see a need to trust him. “I don’t hate you.” That was all she’d say. She didn’t feel any emotion toward him, aside from suspicion. The cheerfulness did get on her nerves, but she didn’t see why she had to admit that.
Her one word response hadn’t seemed to dim that either, and that was starting to get frustrating. She’d decide that when she had to. It wasn’t like term was ending tomorrow. She didn’t have to think about OWLs and stuff yet. If she could have just talked people into taking them for her, or just tricking the people giving the exams into giving her good grades, that would have been much easier. Instead, she just wasn’t thinking about that. “I’ll have to choose that then. Not now.” She already knew which subjects she’d drop once she could. “What would you think I should do?,” she asked. Obviously she couldn’t ask for advice if she wasn’t thinking about the topic. That didn’t mean she couldn’t see what others might think.
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SPOILER!!: We can feel another hug coming on *shifty*
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger
Obviously the silence hadn’t meant anything other than just that Adi was curious. He wouldn’t have asked the question if he wasn’t, and Brooklyn still wasn’t inclined to give him an answer. Especially not as he actually chose to come up with an answer to her return question. She’d had to resist rolling her eyes at that. Obviously the constant cheerfulness was irritating. Nobody could be that happy all of the time. But that just made her not trust him. It had nothing to do with hate. It was more indifference. He hadn’t proven anything aside from that cheerfulness to her so far, so she didn’t see a need to trust him. “I don’t hate you.” That was all she’d say. She didn’t feel any emotion toward him, aside from suspicion. The cheerfulness did get on her nerves, but she didn’t see why she had to admit that.
Her one word response hadn’t seemed to dim that either, and that was starting to get frustrating. She’d decide that when she had to. It wasn’t like term was ending tomorrow. She didn’t have to think about OWLs and stuff yet. If she could have just talked people into taking them for her, or just tricking the people giving the exams into giving her good grades, that would have been much easier. Instead, she just wasn’t thinking about that. “I’ll have to choose that then. Not now.” She already knew which subjects she’d drop once she could. “What would you think I should do?,” she asked. Obviously she couldn’t ask for advice if she wasn’t thinking about the topic. That didn’t mean she couldn’t see what others might think.
Okay, so Brooklyn neither confirmed nor denied his guesses. This was super fine with him because at least she admitted she didn't hate him. Adi had no reason not to believe her. He just trusted everyone. Hehe. "Alright. That's good to know.'' And he would always like Brooklyn no matter her attitude towards him. He couldn't help it. It was just in his blood not dislike anyone. Or just maybe one person. Heh.
"It's never too early to think about stuff involving your career,'' said the happy Hufflepuff, bouncing away on his feet. Wait. Whut? Brooklyn was asking his advice? That was surprising enough to having him stop in mid bounce. He spared her a look for a second or two before resuming the bouncing. "Of course you should do something you're really strong at. You'll enjoy your career that way and you'll excel at it. Which subjects are you good at? Those are the ones you should continue with.''
Chloe had been around. Lurking. The whole first half of the year. She was just good at disappearing being observant and staying out of the way. (A common side affect of having a twin). But now that she was finally comfortable with her surroundings-- it had taken a lot of time-- and she was feeling less anxious about a new place she was ready to interact, mingle with her peers.
Just, um, maybe not quite yet.
She was going to let herself be a shadow for one more night.
The blonde curled up in the corner of the balcony, pulled out some parchment and began to write to her sister. Who was off on safari with her Daddy.
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Originally Posted by fanficfanatict
Chloe had been around. Lurking. The whole first half of the year. She was just good at disappearing being observant and staying out of the way. (A common side affect of having a twin). But now that she was finally comfortable with her surroundings-- it had taken a lot of time-- and she was feeling less anxious about a new place she was ready to interact, mingle with her peers.
Just, um, maybe not quite yet.
She was going to let herself be a shadow for one more night.
The blonde curled up in the corner of the balcony, pulled out some parchment and began to write to her sister. Who was off on safari with her Daddy.
Dear Clara....
Phillip was doing two of the things he did best: munching on some sweets and exploring. There was just so much to learn about the castle, y'know? Everytime he thought he knew everything, the boy kept on finding out MORE. A different classroom here, a magical closet there...... And not to mention that SWAMP on some floor. How cool was THAT?!
Answer: very!
But now, he was making his way towards a new seating spot: the balcony. See, going down all those stairs -- the MOVING ones -- required a lot of walking. So THIS was the place that he was going to--
Lady. Lady writing. Lady INVADING HUS SPACE??
But writing. Curiosity kicked in and so, naturally, Phillip wandered over towards her and tried to take a peek at the parchment. He even tried to crane his neck just so that he didn't have to read it upside down. "Whaaaaatcha writing?" Come on, she can tell him.
Also, Blonde Lady? Move that bottom over, please. He kind of wanted to take a seat.
Phillip was doing two of the things he did best: munching on some sweets and exploring. There was just so much to learn about the castle, y'know? Everytime he thought he knew everything, the boy kept on finding out MORE. A different classroom here, a magical closet there...... And not to mention that SWAMP on some floor. How cool was THAT?!
Answer: very!
But now, he was making his way towards a new seating spot: the balcony. See, going down all those stairs -- the MOVING ones -- required a lot of walking. So THIS was the place that he was going to--
Lady. Lady writing. Lady INVADING HUS SPACE??
But writing. Curiosity kicked in and so, naturally, Phillip wandered over towards her and tried to take a peek at the parchment. He even tried to crane his neck just so that he didn't have to read it upside down. "Whaaaaatcha writing?" Come on, she can tell him.
Also, Blonde Lady? Move that bottom over, please. He kind of wanted to take a seat.
And don't forget to make sure Daddy eats and that you bring me back some pretty clothes. OH, and like really pretty clothes, not what you think is pretty, Larry. Maybe something purple-
There was another person invading her space because she was here first. That was the way claiming spots and places worked. She wasn't some indigenous culture he could just kick off her land because he had some imaginary claim on it. Duh.
Chloe slipped some frizzy pieces of blonde behind her ears, "A letter to my sister." Twin sister. "Why?"
And sooooo much for her last night as a shadow.
But she did wiggle herself over so he could sit. You're welcome. She was waiting for the thank you part from him. Actually. She was legitimately expecting it.
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Originally Posted by fanficfanatict
And don't forget to make sure Daddy eats and that you bring me back some pretty clothes. OH, and like really pretty clothes, not what you think is pretty, Larry. Maybe something purple-
There was another person invading her space because she was here first. That was the way claiming spots and places worked. She wasn't some indigenous culture he could just kick off her land because he had some imaginary claim on it. Duh.
Chloe slipped some frizzy pieces of blonde behind her ears, "A letter to my sister." Twin sister. "Why?"
And sooooo much for her last night as a shadow.
But she did wiggle herself over so he could sit. You're welcome. She was waiting for the thank you part from him. Actually. She was legitimately expecting it.
Being curious was hard work, you know. Especially in this case where he was craning his neck just to read the words properly. There was also a bit of squinting going on as he tried to look past her frizzy hair. You know, if he ended up like this forever, he was going to find a way to blame her, okay? Okay.
All he managed to gather from the letter was that she was talking about clothes -- MERLIN, girls and their CLOTHES -- when the girl spoke up. Blinking away at the parchment, he turned to look at her instead. A letter? A letter about CLOTHES? Well, that was boring, wasn't it? The boy half expected some kind of plan about world destruction that she'd maybe let him in on but this was just....... a letter. A simple, everyday letter.
Why? "Juuuuuust curious," Shrug. "You seemed so into your letter, I thought it was something MEGA serious." Again, see: world destruction. "Thanks!" he chirped up, sitting down next to her, "Is your sister coming to Hogwarts, then?" Simple, everyday, boring conversation. He could do that, right?
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SPOILER!!: we never knew Adi was masochistic. :P
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Okay, so Brooklyn neither confirmed nor denied his guesses. This was super fine with him because at least she admitted she didn't hate him. Adi had no reason not to believe her. He just trusted everyone. Hehe. "Alright. That's good to know.'' And he would always like Brooklyn no matter her attitude towards him. He couldn't help it. It was just in his blood not dislike anyone. Or just maybe one person. Heh.
"It's never too early to think about stuff involving your career,'' said the happy Hufflepuff, bouncing away on his feet. Wait. Whut? Brooklyn was asking his advice? That was surprising enough to having him stop in mid bounce. He spared her a look for a second or two before resuming the bouncing. "Of course you should do something you're really strong at. You'll enjoy your career that way and you'll excel at it. Which subjects are you good at? Those are the ones you should continue with.''
She hadn’t expected him to get much out of her comment, but then Brooklyn generally didn’t expect much out of Adi. She didn’t expect much out of Hufflepuffs in general, really, but him specifically. As long as he kept his distance, she’d entertain the possibility that she might tolerate him at some point. But then, she didn’t expect him to do that either, and she slid to the side and a bit further away from him just to make sure. She couldn’t go too far, since they were on a balcony after all, but it was far enough to hopefully keep her personal bubble intact. Although she nodded slightly as he’d spoken, still wary of exactly how cheery he was so early in the morning.
Maybe Hufflepuffs took something to be so happy. It was as good a hypothesis as any. People couldn’t naturally be that cheerful. And she didn’t really agree with his theory that it was never too early. She believed the opposite, really. There was always too early, and this was definitely too early. She hadn’t expected his bouncing to stop, however, and she’d glanced at him in surprise before he’d started up again and she returned her attention to the view. “Potions,” she said simply. She was good at that subject, but she still didn’t necessarily feel like she wanted to go into that. She’d much rather just not have to worry either way, but there was also her ballet or violin to fall back on too.
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Being curious was hard work, you know. Especially in this case where he was craning his neck just to read the words properly. There was also a bit of squinting going on as he tried to look past her frizzy hair. You know, if he ended up like this forever, he was going to find a way to blame her, okay? Okay.
All he managed to gather from the letter was that she was talking about clothes -- MERLIN, girls and their CLOTHES -- when the girl spoke up. Blinking away at the parchment, he turned to look at her instead. A letter? A letter about CLOTHES? Well, that was boring, wasn't it? The boy half expected some kind of plan about world destruction that she'd maybe let him in on but this was just....... a letter. A simple, everyday letter.
Why? "Juuuuuust curious," Shrug. "You seemed so into your letter, I thought it was something MEGA serious." Again, see: world destruction. "Thanks!" he chirped up, sitting down next to her, "Is your sister coming to Hogwarts, then?" Simple, everyday, boring conversation. He could do that, right?
And yes, he was claiming this spot, okay?
But she could sit here for now.
No world destruction here. See, she was one of the people who lived on this planet so she wasn't keen on seeing it destroyed. Just a regular, old letter.
And she did get her thank you, which was good because she would have had to point out how rude he was if he didn't say thank you. She was here first. It was her spot. At least until she decided she didn't want it anymore. Finder's keepers. Duh.
She wrinkled her nose so all of her freckles scrunched up, "It is super mega serious." All of her letters were. Her Daddy had a thing about parchment and wasting paper because of the environment or whatever so she was only allowed to write to them once a month. See? Very important. Chloe went on, "Hopefully eventually. She's on safari with my Dad right now saving the planet or something." Not destruction. The opposite.
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Originally Posted by fanficfanatict
No world destruction here. See, she was one of the people who lived on this planet so she wasn't keen on seeing it destroyed. Just a regular, old letter.
And she did get her thank you, which was good because she would have had to point out how rude he was if he didn't say thank you. She was here first. It was her spot. At least until she decided she didn't want it anymore. Finder's keepers. Duh.
She wrinkled her nose so all of her freckles scrunched up, "It is super mega serious." All of her letters were. Her Daddy had a thing about parchment and wasting paper because of the environment or whatever so she was only allowed to write to them once a month. See? Very important. Chloe went on, "Hopefully eventually. She's on safari with my Dad right now saving the planet or something." Not destruction. The opposite.
The girl had a lot of freckles. At least, to Phillip, who didn't have ANY. And the freckles were even MORE noticeable when the girl scrunched her face up. He had half a mind to start counting all of them and maybe seeing if he could make a picture out of them. You know, for nickname purposes.
But if the freckles on her face formed something she didn't like, then it wasn't HIS fault, okay? Okay.
Before he could get further than mentally joining a few dots up, the girl started speaking again. Uh. Had he offended her? What? He was just stating the TRUTH, HELLO?! "But......... you're writing about clothes." The boy just didn't understand. Clothes wasn't a serious topic. But........ saving the planet? "Why? What's wrong with it?" As far as he knew, it was fine.
The girl had a lot of freckles. At least, to Phillip, who didn't have ANY. And the freckles were even MORE noticeable when the girl scrunched her face up. He had half a mind to start counting all of them and maybe seeing if he could make a picture out of them. You know, for nickname purposes.
But if the freckles on her face formed something she didn't like, then it wasn't HIS fault, okay? Okay.
Before he could get further than mentally joining a few dots up, the girl started speaking again. Uh. Had he offended her? What? He was just stating the TRUTH, HELLO?! "But......... you're writing about clothes." The boy just didn't understand. Clothes wasn't a serious topic. But........ saving the planet? "Why? What's wrong with it?" As far as he knew, it was fine.
"D'you want a sweet?" Shake shake went the bag.
Chloe folded her letter and shoved it in her pocket, embarrassed. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed, "Why can't clothes be serious?" Sure, her letter wasn't mostly about clothes, it had just been the last thing she had written, but clothes could be serious too. They were a form of expression and culture, duh.
This kid, whose name she didn't know by the way, was digging himself in a deeper and deeper hole. She wasn't sure if he was being serious with that question or if he was making fun of her. Either way it made her stare at him. Long and confused.
"Uh..." She didn't know where to begin, "There's loads wrong with the planet." Her Daddy was an environmentalist because of all of the bad things that were happening on Earth. "Haven't you heard of the ozone layer?" She had surely heard of it. That didn't mean she knew what it meant but it always sounded serious and she at least had heard of it.
Oh! Yes. She did. Chloe tilted her head to try and look in his bag, "What do you have?"
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Nope, he just doesn't care about what others think xD
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger
She hadn’t expected him to get much out of her comment, but then Brooklyn generally didn’t expect much out of Adi. She didn’t expect much out of Hufflepuffs in general, really, but him specifically. As long as he kept his distance, she’d entertain the possibility that she might tolerate him at some point. But then, she didn’t expect him to do that either, and she slid to the side and a bit further away from him just to make sure. She couldn’t go too far, since they were on a balcony after all, but it was far enough to hopefully keep her personal bubble intact. Although she nodded slightly as he’d spoken, still wary of exactly how cheery he was so early in the morning.
Maybe Hufflepuffs took something to be so happy. It was as good a hypothesis as any. People couldn’t naturally be that cheerful. And she didn’t really agree with his theory that it was never too early. She believed the opposite, really. There was always too early, and this was definitely too early. She hadn’t expected his bouncing to stop, however, and she’d glanced at him in surprise before he’d started up again and she returned her attention to the view. “Potions,” she said simply. She was good at that subject, but she still didn’t necessarily feel like she wanted to go into that. She’d much rather just not have to worry either way, but there was also her ballet or violin to fall back on too.
Adi thrust his face up towards the direction of the sun so that it caught his even fuller. What cha doing there, Adster? Looking to get browner? Hehe. Nah, he just loved the sun on his skin. He was aware of Brooklyn moving slightly away from him but he merely shook his head in amusement. Like seriously... he wasn't going to bite or anything.
Wait... what? Brooklyn was good at Potions too? How cool! Adi bounced a little more at this revelation. "Awesome! That's one of my best subjects too!'' Not that the Snakette would care about that. So... moving on! "You could be a potioneer, invent your own potions. Or maybe a potions Professor?'' There were other choices but Adi was suggesting what came to his head first. Inventing a potion was definitely one of the best things ever.
Well Dante was actually not bored walking around the castle for a change. Though come to think of it he had not been doing that for a while. Which guess means he has been keeping busy and not being a loner. Which is good when he parents actually ask what he was been doing at this school. Though if he told his parents everything that went on at this crazy school.
They would probably send him straight to Durmstrang right away.
So good thing they don't ask.
He looked out from the balcony waiting for Cutty to get here.
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SPOILER!!: haha Noted.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Adi thrust his face up towards the direction of the sun so that it caught his even fuller. What cha doing there, Adster? Looking to get browner? Hehe. Nah, he just loved the sun on his skin. He was aware of Brooklyn moving slightly away from him but he merely shook his head in amusement. Like seriously... he wasn't going to bite or anything.
Wait... what? Brooklyn was good at Potions too? How cool! Adi bounced a little more at this revelation. "Awesome! That's one of my best subjects too!'' Not that the Snakette would care about that. So... moving on! "You could be a potioneer, invent your own potions. Or maybe a potions Professor?'' There were other choices but Adi was suggesting what came to his head first. Inventing a potion was definitely one of the best things ever.
This morning was just turning out way differently than Brooklyn had expected. Someone was getting way too much happiness out of the sunlight, when in her opinion it wasn’t as if Adi needed a tan. Nor was he likely to be apt to get a sunburn, like she was if she wasn’t careful. She was always careful. Sunburns were evil, they hurt and she didn’t like them. She didn’t like anything that annoyed her, therefore that was on the list. As was dealing with this conversation, probably, but somehow she hadn’t left yet.
Not even as he’d shown excitement over her saying she liked Potions. Well duh. They’d both been part of that special Potions lab a couple terms ago or whenever that was, and anyone who bothered to pay attention to her work in class should have known she was good at the subject. She liked Professor Culloden nearly as much as she’d admired Professor Bellaire, even. “I know that. But I haven’t decided if I want to actually do that forever.” Being a professor was definitely out of the question. That would be way too much work, what with grading assignments and everything. Way too annoying, plus she’d hve to deal with students. Nope. Not doing that.
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Originally Posted by fanficfanatict
Chloe folded her letter and shoved it in her pocket, embarrassed. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed, "Why can't clothes be serious?" Sure, her letter wasn't mostly about clothes, it had just been the last thing she had written, but clothes could be serious too. They were a form of expression and culture, duh.
This kid, whose name she didn't know by the way, was digging himself in a deeper and deeper hole. She wasn't sure if he was being serious with that question or if he was making fun of her. Either way it made her stare at him. Long and confused.
"Uh..." She didn't know where to begin, "There's loads wrong with the planet." Her Daddy was an environmentalist because of all of the bad things that were happening on Earth. "Haven't you heard of the ozone layer?" She had surely heard of it. That didn't mean she knew what it meant but it always sounded serious and she at least had heard of it.
Oh! Yes. She did. Chloe tilted her head to try and look in his bag, "What do you have?"
Something Phillip was learning very quickly was that this blonde haired girl was very defensive. AND, whether he liked it or not -- he didn't like it AT ALL, OKAY? -- but she was fighting back to his words a lot and not letting him getting his way. UH. Phillip Romalotti was NOT used to that, okay? He ALWAYS got his way. ALWAYS. But now, he was blinking at her like a goldfish because he just didn't know how to answer her question. "Because, uh......" MERLIN. "Because they're clothes. Pieces of cloth and fabric." Like, HELLO?!
She was staring at him. Creep. He had his moments but he wasn't that weird, you know. Feeling a sense of competitiveness run through him, the boy stared right back.
There's loads wrong with the planet? That wasn't an answer he was expecting, to be honest. And not about, oh Merlin, the ozone layer? That layer around the Earth? "I've heard of it, sure, but what's wrong with it, exactly?" What? It wasn't a complete lie; he had seen a diagram in an astronomy textbook once a long time ago but that was before he was happily distracted by some people playing exploding snap and nearly burning their eyebrows off.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: <333
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger
This morning was just turning out way differently than Brooklyn had expected. Someone was getting way too much happiness out of the sunlight, when in her opinion it wasn’t as if Adi needed a tan. Nor was he likely to be apt to get a sunburn, like she was if she wasn’t careful. She was always careful. Sunburns were evil, they hurt and she didn’t like them. She didn’t like anything that annoyed her, therefore that was on the list. As was dealing with this conversation, probably, but somehow she hadn’t left yet.
Not even as he’d shown excitement over her saying she liked Potions. Well duh. They’d both been part of that special Potions lab a couple terms ago or whenever that was, and anyone who bothered to pay attention to her work in class should have known she was good at the subject. She liked Professor Culloden nearly as much as she’d admired Professor Bellaire, even. “I know that. But I haven’t decided if I want to actually do that forever.” Being a professor was definitely out of the question. That would be way too much work, what with grading assignments and everything. Way too annoying, plus she’d hve to deal with students. Nope. Not doing that.
Enjoying the sunshine, enjoying the sunshine!
"Fun fact,'' Adi randomly said, his face still thrust in the direction of the sun's full rays. "My first name translates to 'Sun'.'' Again, he could hardly get over that his father had chosen such an appropriate name for him. He was a ball of sunshine, wasn't he? LOL.
"Okay, so maybe you could go for it part time? You know, do a little of that first to see if you'll like it.'' Listen to him giving career advice. And to Brooklyn of all the people. Who would have thought? Hehe. "Just don't take too long to decide. Don't want life to catch up and you're still trying to decide what you want to do.'' In Adi's opinion, having a goal and keeping your focus on it was the best way to achieve said goal.
Well Dante was actually not bored walking around the castle for a change. Though come to think of it he had not been doing that for a while. Which guess means he has been keeping busy and not being a loner. Which is good when he parents actually ask what he was been doing at this school. Though if he told his parents everything that went on at this crazy school.
They would probably send him straight to Durmstrang right away.
So good thing they don't ask.
He looked out from the balcony waiting for Cutty to get here.
It was looking particularly ugh that day the way it lay on his upper lip all thick and black. Like a caterpillar of sorts. A caterpillar he could not stop grooming. He looked like a paler, younger, thinner Egyptian Burt Reynolds if one could even imagine such a thing.
And there was the next generation of Slytherin male now. Poised. Confident and ready for the torch to be passed down. Come to think of it, Dante was one of very few Slytherin males left in the house. But Cutty trusted that he would take good care of it once he himself left.
It was looking particularly ugh that day the way it lay on his upper lip all thick and black. Like a caterpillar of sorts. A caterpillar he could not stop grooming. He looked like a paler, younger, thinner Egyptian Burt Reynolds if one could even imagine such a thing.
And there was the next generation of Slytherin male now. Poised. Confident and ready for the torch to be passed down. Come to think of it, Dante was one of very few Slytherin males left in the house. But Cutty trusted that he would take good care of it once he himself left.
Wait, what did Cutty have on his face.....was that a mustache? That special kind of mustache you see in those movies. Dante stared at it for like two seconds before mentally shrugging. He had never seen a stache like that before. It was weirdly awesome. Though not everyone can pull it off.
"Hey Cutty. Nice stache."
Now how to go about saying what he wanted to say next. Might as well just say since dancing around the point never worked for him.
"Since you'll be graduating soon, I wanted to take over your candy business at the school. And your approval would be certainly necessary and awesome"
You have to make money somehow at this school.
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-------------------------------------Be a pineapple: Stand tall,
-----------------------------------------wear a crown, and be sweet on the inside.
Wait, what did Cutty have on his face.....was that a mustache? That special kind of mustache you see in those movies. Dante stared at it for like two seconds before mentally shrugging. He had never seen a stache like that before. It was weirdly awesome. Though not everyone can pull it off.
"Hey Cutty. Nice stache."
Now how to go about saying what he wanted to say next. Might as well just say since dancing around the point never worked for him.
"Since you'll be graduating soon, I wanted to take over your candy business at the school. And your approval would be certainly necessary and awesome"
You have to make money somehow at this school.
"Thanks, Barrington. I grew it with a charm. I'll show yer if yer wanner grow one yerself." He said scratching one end of the black caterpillar and then the other.
Cutty listened to what the younger snake was suggesting. He'd been thinking about selling the business to a buyer. And even made an advertisement for it. Or else he'd have to liquidate and aint nobody got time for that. "Well, I do want to pass it ton ter someone else." He began. "Booht, I'm not exactly givin' it taway. Alorra blood 'n sweat went into it." He didn't mean that literally. Or did he? Eww.
"Have yer got money, Barrington?" How did he not know this.
"Thanks, Barrington. I grew it with a charm. I'll show yer if yer wanner grow one yerself." He said scratching one end of the black caterpillar and then the other.
Cutty listened to what the younger snake was suggesting. He'd been thinking about selling the business to a buyer. And even made an advertisement for it. Or else he'd have to liquidate and aint nobody got time for that. "Well, I do want to pass it ton ter someone else." He began. "Booht, I'm not exactly givin' it taway. Alorra blood 'n sweat went into it." He didn't mean that literally. Or did he? Eww.
"Have yer got money, Barrington?" How did he not know this.
Yeah, that would be a no from Dante. It looks descent enough on Cutty. Which was strange that if he pictured in on anyone else, he would burst into laughter. Weird. Though Dante could not see himself with one of those things below his lip.
"It looks good enough on you. Though i imagine it would look horrible on me"
Dante nodded. He expected nothing less. Nothing was free and you would have to earn it or sometimes pay for it. Though he would not be surprised if actual blood sweat and tears went into his operation. you just never know. Literally and Figuratively could be possible. But Dante did have money on him.
"I do"
Now the only question was how much money he was talking here.
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Something Phillip was learning very quickly was that this blonde haired girl was very defensive. AND, whether he liked it or not -- he didn't like it AT ALL, OKAY? -- but she was fighting back to his words a lot and not letting him getting his way. UH. Phillip Romalotti was NOT used to that, okay? He ALWAYS got his way. ALWAYS. But now, he was blinking at her like a goldfish because he just didn't know how to answer her question. "Because, uh......" MERLIN. "Because they're clothes. Pieces of cloth and fabric." Like, HELLO?!
She was staring at him. Creep. He had his moments but he wasn't that weird, you know. Feeling a sense of competitiveness run through him, the boy stared right back.
There's loads wrong with the planet? That wasn't an answer he was expecting, to be honest. And not about, oh Merlin, the ozone layer? That layer around the Earth? "I've heard of it, sure, but what's wrong with it, exactly?" What? It wasn't a complete lie; he had seen a diagram in an astronomy textbook once a long time ago but that was before he was happily distracted by some people playing exploding snap and nearly burning their eyebrows off.
Ahhhhhh, good times!
Chloe wrinkled her nose at him again, making her freckles squish in an ugly kind of way. He was so stubborn and wrong, emphasis on the wrong. There were loads of things that were just made up of other things, did that make them any less important? So what if clothes were just cloth and fabric. She sighed at him, big dramatic sigh, "And you're just made up of skin and bones. Does that mean that you're not important? Hmm?" Hmmmmm?
The blonde wasn't trying to be competitive with the staring, she just was. He was so weird. Weirdo. And he was extremely judgey (said the girl who staring at him with nothing but judgement).
Uh oh. Ummm. She knew there was a lot wrong with the ozone layer. Her Daddy had said so, but she didn't know what. Clara and Daddy always got so ranty when they went on about it that she typically tuned them out. Lots of conspiracy theories in her house. But now tuning them out was biting her in the behind. She blinked a couple of times before going the defensive route, "I shouldn't have to tell you. Read a book." Translation: she had no idea.
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Chloe wrinkled her nose at him again, making her freckles squish in an ugly kind of way. He was so stubborn and wrong, emphasis on the wrong. There were loads of things that were just made up of other things, did that make them any less important? So what if clothes were just cloth and fabric. She sighed at him, big dramatic sigh, "And you're just made up of skin and bones. Does that mean that you're not important? Hmm?" Hmmmmm?
The blonde wasn't trying to be competitive with the staring, she just was. He was so weird. Weirdo. And he was extremely judgey (said the girl who staring at him with nothing but judgement).
Uh oh. Ummm. She knew there was a lot wrong with the ozone layer. Her Daddy had said so, but she didn't know what. Clara and Daddy always got so ranty when they went on about it that she typically tuned them out. Lots of conspiracy theories in her house. But now tuning them out was biting her in the behind. She blinked a couple of times before going the defensive route, "I shouldn't have to tell you. Read a book." Translation: she had no idea.
You know, there weren't a lot of people who could fire back at Phillip and make him re-think his words so when one came along, all the boy could do was stare.
And that's what he was doing right now.
He did NOT expect the girl to be so....... so good at arguing. And boy, did he NOT like that. "Well, NO," He WAS important, HELLO?! "I was just saying that sometimes, there are more important things. Are YOU saying that clothes are more important than lots of other things out there?" Now it was HER turn to answer to HIM. EHE!
The Slytherin DID notice how the other girl was looking at him. Don't think he couldn't TELL. But if they were going to make this into a game, a competition if you will, then he could make this even more fun, right? So, he pulled a funny face in her direction. Still staring, with the added feature of a funny face.
Read a BOOK? READ A........... MER-LIN. Phillip just sort of stared in her direction, yet again. Why couldn't she TELL him? Reading a book did NOTHING, especially since he had a bad memory to boot. He was more likely to remember what people said to him but reading it in note form?! NO. No way. "If you KNEW, you wouldn't be so scared to TELL ME."
Pause.
"And I have some Licorice Wands, Fizzing Whizbees and Drooble's Best Blowing Gum." All good choices in his opinion.
You know, there weren't a lot of people who could fire back at Phillip and make him re-think his words so when one came along, all the boy could do was stare.
And that's what he was doing right now.
He did NOT expect the girl to be so....... so good at arguing. And boy, did he NOT like that. "Well, NO," He WAS important, HELLO?! "I was just saying that sometimes, there are more important things. Are YOU saying that clothes are more important than lots of other things out there?" Now it was HER turn to answer to HIM. EHE!
The Slytherin DID notice how the other girl was looking at him. Don't think he couldn't TELL. But if they were going to make this into a game, a competition if you will, then he could make this even more fun, right? So, he pulled a funny face in her direction. Still staring, with the added feature of a funny face.
Read a BOOK? READ A........... MER-LIN. Phillip just sort of stared in her direction, yet again. Why couldn't she TELL him? Reading a book did NOTHING, especially since he had a bad memory to boot. He was more likely to remember what people said to him but reading it in note form?! NO. No way. "If you KNEW, you wouldn't be so scared to TELL ME."
Pause.
"And I have some Licorice Wands, Fizzing Whizbees and Drooble's Best Blowing Gum." All good choices in his opinion.
Stop it. The staring. It was disconcerting because she didn't know why he was doing that. Was he judging her, was he thinking she looked silly, did she look silly? Her anxiety couldn't handle the not knowing. And it only proved to annoy her. Annoying boy.
Of course she was good at arguing. She was smart. That's what made a good arguer. Mhmm. "No," she squinted, "I'm just saying that you can't say it's not important because it is. You shouldn't trail...trial...trivial..." She took a breath and tried the word again, "trivialise something you don't know anything about." That was just mean.
Ugh. He was still staring. Could he stop-
Chloe laughed. She didn't mean to because he was a boy and being judgey and because laughing felt like losing but it was a funny face. So she laughed. And then tried to cover it up with squinting as quickly as possible. No laughing to see here.
"I-I know!" Chloe huffed. So what if she didn't really know, she knew for certain that he didn't. And she didn't appreciate him calling her out on a bluff. That was rude. Anyhow, maybe he should read a book. Then maybe he wouldn't look at her so dumbly! She wasn't scared, okay? Anxious? A little. But that was an all the time feeling.
Chloe stared at him again trying to keep the stubborn look etched across her features but at the sound of sweets she softened a little. She tried not to glance at the bag again but it happened because curiosity. "Which do you like best? I've never had any of that before." Daddy said processed sugar was bad for the environment.
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Stop it. The staring. It was disconcerting because she didn't know why he was doing that. Was he judging her, was he thinking she looked silly, did she look silly? Her anxiety couldn't handle the not knowing. And it only proved to annoy her. Annoying boy.
Of course she was good at arguing. She was smart. That's what made a good arguer. Mhmm. "No," she squinted, "I'm just saying that you can't say it's not important because it is. You shouldn't trail...trial...trivial..." She took a breath and tried the word again, "trivialise something you don't know anything about." That was just mean.
Ugh. He was still staring. Could he stop-
Chloe laughed. She didn't mean to because he was a boy and being judgey and because laughing felt like losing but it was a funny face. So she laughed. And then tried to cover it up with squinting as quickly as possible. No laughing to see here.
"I-I know!" Chloe huffed. So what if she didn't really know, she knew for certain that he didn't. And she didn't appreciate him calling her out on a bluff. That was rude. Anyhow, maybe he should read a book. Then maybe he wouldn't look at her so dumbly! She wasn't scared, okay? Anxious? A little. But that was an all the time feeling.
Chloe stared at him again trying to keep the stubborn look etched across her features but at the sound of sweets she softened a little. She tried not to glance at the bag again but it happened because curiosity. "Which do you like best? I've never had any of that before." Daddy said processed sugar was bad for the environment.
See, if Phillip knew that she hated the staring, he would ONLY do it more. Just because it was more fun, that way.
A smart voice inside his brain -- probably his mum's -- was telling him that he should at LEAST give the girl some credit since she didn't know how much he HATED shopping. Hated it. The queueing and not being able to find anything and having to wait F O R E V E R for Kat to hurry up trying on clothes. It was a NIGHTMARE. But right now, with the girl using such big words, it was hard to think about his hate for shopping. He shouldn't WHAT NOW? "WHO says I don't know anything about it? HUH?"
He really didn't know anything about it but he wasn't about to tell HER that.
YES! Did that laugh mean that he had WON? He was going to count it as that, just because he can. His face relaxed and a slow smile spread across his face before he too laughed along with her. And even MOREso at the squinting.
See, if anyone walked past, they would think that they were WEIRD.
Phillip raised his eyebrows at her. She knew, apparently. "Then why don't you tell me? Because reading is alriiiiight but if you REALLY want me to remember all of this for the future........" He finished his sentence off with an innocent smile. Go on, lady.
She was asking for his opinion? HIS opinion? The girl who had been staring at him and getting mad for no reason? Girls were WEIRD. "WELL, Droobles' fills the room with bubbles that won't pop for days, which is cool. Licorice Wands are great snacktime treats if you like chewy sweets. And..... Fizzing Whizzbees! MERLIN, they make you LEVITATE!" Talk about E P I C.
See, if Phillip knew that she hated the staring, he would ONLY do it more. Just because it was more fun, that way.
A smart voice inside his brain -- probably his mum's -- was telling him that he should at LEAST give the girl some credit since she didn't know how much he HATED shopping. Hated it. The queueing and not being able to find anything and having to wait F O R E V E R for Kat to hurry up trying on clothes. It was a NIGHTMARE. But right now, with the girl using such big words, it was hard to think about his hate for shopping. He shouldn't WHAT NOW? "WHO says I don't know anything about it? HUH?"
He really didn't know anything about it but he wasn't about to tell HER that.
YES! Did that laugh mean that he had WON? He was going to count it as that, just because he can. His face relaxed and a slow smile spread across his face before he too laughed along with her. And even MOREso at the squinting.
See, if anyone walked past, they would think that they were WEIRD.
Phillip raised his eyebrows at her. She knew, apparently. "Then why don't you tell me? Because reading is alriiiiight but if you REALLY want me to remember all of this for the future........" He finished his sentence off with an innocent smile. Go on, lady.
She was asking for his opinion? HIS opinion? The girl who had been staring at him and getting mad for no reason? Girls were WEIRD. "WELL, Droobles' fills the room with bubbles that won't pop for days, which is cool. Licorice Wands are great snacktime treats if you like chewy sweets. And..... Fizzing Whizzbees! MERLIN, they make you LEVITATE!" Talk about E P I C.
Chloe cracked a smile, the kind that was more oh-foolish-boy than actually sweet and smiley, "Because you basically said so. If you don't think its important how can you know anything about it?" Did that make sense? Also, he was a boy. Boys didn't know anything about fashion in her experience. Her father, for example, thought cargo shorts were all the rage. They weren't. They were ugly. It didn't matter how many pockets they had.
....she wasn't laughing anymore so he wasn't allowed to. That was how things worked. And it embarrassed her that he was laughing at her squinting. This was supposed to be an intimidating face not something to laugh at. Stupid boys making her feel stupid.
She hoped no one walked by. She didn't want people watching her private conversations/arguments.
Um. She didn't know. But she wasn't going to tell him that. Not after he had laughed in her face. "Who says I want you to remember? I only said that I can't believe you don't know anything about the ozone." She was deflecting, she was turning it around on him, all of the above but she didn't want him to have anything else to tease her about.
"Hmmm," They all sounded fun but the first and last sounded more inconvenient than anything else. So she decided, "Maybe one of the chewy ones." It was some kind of wand.
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"Fun fact,'' Adi randomly said, his face still thrust in the direction of the sun's full rays. "My first name translates to 'Sun'.'' Again, he could hardly get over that his father had chosen such an appropriate name for him. He was a ball of sunshine, wasn't he? LOL.
"Okay, so maybe you could go for it part time? You know, do a little of that first to see if you'll like it.'' Listen to him giving career advice. And to Brooklyn of all the people. Who would have thought? Hehe. "Just don't take too long to decide. Don't want life to catch up and you're still trying to decide what you want to do.'' In Adi's opinion, having a goal and keeping your focus on it was the best way to achieve said goal.
At this point, Brooklyn was just happy she nearly always remembered sunblock. If she’d thought she would’ve been standing out here for this long, she probably would’ve worn a hat. Maybe even some sunglasses, too. At least then she could roll her eyes whenever she wanted, since whoever she was rolling them at wouldn’t even know it was happening. Sunglasses were good for so many things. Unfortunately, though, she didn’t have them at this exact moment, as Adi had felt the need to speak again and mention random facts she hadn’t particularly cared about. She couldn’t comprehend why he would have thought she’d find the translation of his name interesting, at all. She really didn’t, and she didn’t think it was fun either way. Just random.
She’d managed to keep her eye roll entirely internal, though, for which she was proud. It had definitely happened though. He just didn’t need to know it. “Why?,” she asked, skipping to the discussion of her career. Royalty didn’t need a career. Didn’t he understand that? “Life wouldn’t dare.” Nope. She had complete control over what happened to her. If anything tried to challenge her, she’d just find someone else to handle it for her. That was what they were there for, after all. She hadn’t thought up that potion to make people do things before for no reason.
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How cool! Adi bounced a little more at this revelation. "Awesome! That's one of my best subjects too!'' Not that the Snakette would care about that. So... moving on! "You could be a potioneer, invent your own potions. Or maybe a potions Professor?'' There were other choices but Adi was suggesting what came to his head first. Inventing a potion was definitely one of the best things ever.
