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Post by grizzlehhhh on Jun 1, 2011 21:22:39 GMT -5
she lives in a fairy tale
somewhere too far for us to find
Cloudy. Dark and Cloudy, as if the sky was maliciously predicting rain. Autumn kept her hands in her pockets as she walked down the road. Slightly dampened, from morning rain. It wasn’t muddy, just damp enough to create light foot prints. She quickened her pace and watched the footprints she created, however walking backwards isn’t such a great idea. “Oof!” she exclaimed, almost falling on her back. Not many people she knew were around, falling flat on her back would conjure up laughs…and a back laced with dirt. She turned back around and began walking forward into the village.
This particular Saturday, she was going to purchase her week’s worth of candy. She never really tells anyone of these little quirks, she just happened to do it since she was able to go. It was something along the we she looked forward to, simple things an habits that usually brought her some sort of joy. Autumn searched around for anyone she knew. No familiar faces on the walk to the village. Perhaps they stayed in their dorms on this particular cloudy day. Or maybe they had reached the shop already, getting there without being seen by her. Not that she stalks them all, that would be a completely weird and creepy thing to do, even if she was a little odd.
Autumn started up at the sky. A droplet landed on her face. Rain. She patted the back of her jacket for a hood, and amazingly, it took her about a few minutes of trying to grasp it as the rain began to fall mercilessly. She began to run, careful of not slipping on the mud and falling on her back or her face, being the silly little klutz she is. Her foot slipped slightly, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest as she neared the door of the sweetshop. What a perfect way to die, running toward a sweetshop. It made her seem like a fat gluttonous slob, and she was rather small for a slob.
She wiped the hair out of her face as she entered the shop. Autumn had a kind of hungry look in her eyes as she entered. A child stared as she walked in. With a glance, she tried composing herself from her achievement of not dying in the worst possible manner. Autumn began to collect a small collection of sweets in a basket. Jellybeans, gumdrops, and various flavors of taffy and lollies. She was happily collecting and minding her business, accidentally grabbing someone’s finger from a container of candy a few times. Her apologies were followed by a shy smile. What was wrong with her today? She was more accident prone than usual, which was indeed embarrassing.
The contents of her basket were already bearing a slight weight on her arm as she began to walk to the register. The line was a bit shorter than usual so she decided to take her place behind a woman with a crooked hat. As she approached the spot her foot had caught on a carpet that was sprawled and wrinkled by running children. Autumn’s shriek was fairly high pitched and sounded to more of the sound of a young hippogriff in pain. She covered her face as she tried getting into a sitting position. Her face was a bright pink, hoping no one had seen her actions. One by one her hands reached and placed fallen candies back into her basket. “this is ridiculous,” she mumbled to herself, trying to reach for her box of jellybeans from between a person’s legs. Autumn stopped at mid reach and stared at the person’s legs for a few seconds, then reaching again for the jellybean box. She stood herself up to look whose legs had been near her jellybeans, a familiar face she thought.
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lyrics! brick by boring brick by paramore
tagged! aske schou
notes! is this reply-able?!
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Post by aske on Jun 1, 2011 21:57:02 GMT -5
Today was not a good day, and there were only so many pictures you could take of a grey sky without it becoming boring. That number was three, three pictures. He had made sure to count since he had woke up, in other circumstances he lost count but with this he felt there was less of a chance- unless he had miscounted. How did you miscount three? Well, obviously if there was not three, that was how. Was it that clear that his day so far had been anything but interesting? He had tries to make it so, but the people in the entrance hall didn’t really appreciate his smoke bomb and he didn’t understand why. It wasn’t just smoke after all, and it was purple. Who didn’t like purple? Maybe he should have put glitter in it. And then appeared from the middle. But then he remember, this was Hogwarts. They hardly needed a magic show didn’t they? And then he really doubted that the attempt at muggle magic that would go badly, while being a muggleborn would really just be a downfall... A failure to his heritage! Not that being a muggleborn was very important in his eyes, technically muggles were muggle born. By the simple fact they had muggle parents, he was also sure muggles would be present in many pureblood lines, though how little they would admit to such things. Strange people.
Aske’s boredom had let him to go on this Hogsmeade weekend. Was it the first one of the year? He didn’t know, sometimes he forgot about them and didn’t go out at all, he wasn’t so disappointed about them but he often needed things that he would then have to send an owl for. One of those dreadful school ones, but it’d always happen. Everything would happen if he wanted it to, that was how his mentality was at the moment anyway. Why couldn’t he do everything? Of course he could! He didn’t see why anything was impossible to be honest, maybe it was just the case of people couldn’t be arsed to do something and then they didn’t even try. Not that he was one to talk, sometimes he couldn’t be bothered to do a lot of things. Like last Sunday when he had not been bothered to get out of bed before noon. He could be bothered to go here though, right now anyway. He hadn’t even planned what he was going to do in the day, shop? He hadn’t thought to come with anyone, not that he minded all that much, it was fun to go on his own and he thought that he got a lot done that way. On the other hand that could also be boring... maybe he would just have to find something to do and leave after. Not that he knew what to fill his day with.
He hadn’t been really paying attention since he had entered the sweet shop, but the small girl tripping over next to him was something that he really couldn’t miss. If it wasn’t him catching sight of it out of the corner of his eye, it was the small shriek that she gave as she fell. A small pang of something rang through him as she fell, almost like guilt? But he didn’t do anything, it was something he really couldn’t name that well. Before he knew it she had stood up once more next to him, he recognised her... name? He always had trouble with the names, faces, sure, but not names. Where had he seen her before? He knew she was a Gryffindor, if that helped any, but no more than that. There were a lot of Gryffindor’s in the school, a quarter to be exact. He probably wouldn’t think of her name just from thinking about her bloody house.
“Are you okay..?” He asked, watching her. “You don’t seem hurt... though I don’t know. Would I be able to tell if you were? On second thought it would be much easier just to ask if you were hurt.” Aske gave her a small smile, he honestly didn’t know. In a general sense she must be okay, she had stood up and that meant that her legs weren’t broke. That would have been bad. “You’re not dead, though.” He added, “Congratulations, you have lived another day?”
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Post by grizzlehhhh on Jun 1, 2011 23:34:54 GMT -5
she lives in a fairy tale
somewhere too far for us to find
Autumn tried to keep herself from laughing. However, his worry was kind of sweet, and the silly ramblings are most definitely something she can’t help but kind of smile about. His supposed question puzzled her a little bit. “Yeah, I’m alright,” she mentally kicked herself, was that really the only thing she can say to him? At the moment, yes, most definitely the only thing. He had asked if she was alright, and she answered him that she was fine. Great, end of story. However it wasn’t really quite good enough for her.
He was obviously from Hogwarts; it was after all the closest school here. She must have seen him somewhere, was he a Gryffindor? No, she would have known his name a lot faster. Perhaps a hufflepuff? It was a thirty-three percent chance he was, he also wouldn’t be the type to be a slytherin….most of them kind of yell at her to watch where she was going. So it boils down to about fifty percent. Ravelclaw or hufflepuff. Deciding on a house wouldn’t summon a name in one’s head. Autumn gave up on the matter and took a place in line.
She kept her place in line, right behind that crooked-hatted lady. Her finger poked at the items in her basket. They weren’t damaged, just only dented around the corners. It didn’t matter, it was incased; the candy was still good. Her eyes drifted toward the window that showcased candy. It was still pouring mercilessly on the village. How was she going to walk back? Slushing through the mud in cloth and rubber shoes? Her rain boots were back in the dormitory. Autumn wasn’t expecting rain, just a slight drizzle of water. But no…everything just had to go opposite of what she wanted.
The line moved unbearably slow. She wanted someone to bother, but who? No one she knew in the line that was within speaking distance, yelling distance yes absolutely, but no one close enough. As she approached the register, she had a slight sigh of relief; tonight, she will feast upon jellybeans. And those jellybeans with sit happily in the pit of her stomach releasing sugary energy that she would most likely sleep off. A normal evening after a trip to the sweetshop.
Autumn searched her pockets for the money and paid for her candy with a sweet smile to the owner. She waited until she had left the shop to munch on the small bag of fudge that sat in her basket happily. It was still raining. No umbrella to hide her from the rain. Just a floppy hood that seemed to soak up the rain and drench her head with water. She found a dry bench and sat upon it, quietly waiting for the rain to stop before it got dark, walking alone wouldn’t be a very bright idea. Her eyes glanced at the bag of fudge; she opened it and began to suck on a piece while watching the rain. At least she had something to keep her busy
words! 507
lyrics! brick by boring brick by paramore
tagged! aske schou
notes! im sorry if its unanswerable...i can change it later if you want aha
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Post by aske on Jun 2, 2011 16:35:33 GMT -5
Aske nodded quite unsure of the situation, but she seemed happy enough. Not hurt then, which was always a good thing. Why would he want someone to be hurt? Unless of course they had been extremely annoying, but then it was the case of he didn’t want them seriously injured at all. Who on earth would want that? No one, expect maybe psychopaths which he was pretty sure that he was not. He would know if he was one, right? He severely hoped to, that would be a nasty surprise for anyone to find out about themselves though he couldn’t see how they wouldn’t know after all. It would be their personality, how they would act... it was hardly a secret from anyone unless there were a very good actor. The same could be said about this girl, she could be acting. Saying she was fine when she really way. He couldn’t help but let this little bit of suspicion creep through his mind, however unlikely it may be. Hell, he had often lied about such things before... everyone did. It was not like he was going to turn around and declare someone a liar when a) he had no proof, b) he wasn’t sure himself, and c) he’d just be a hypocrite, right?
After buying the sweets he once held, he had lost track of the girl that had fallen. She must have left, or be hiding in the shop which would be rather... odd. He couldn’t think of anyone that would do that, but then he did not really know the girl all that well. That or he would have remembered her name, he was sure. What he was more interested in how, however, was what on earth he would do to fill the rest of his time. He could stay around in Hogsmeade, hoping there would be someone to bump into that would prove to be good company, or maybe go back to the castle and hope the same thing? Both seemed quite pointless, knowing him he would just give up and even up going back to the common room with nothing achieved at all. Did he have much more to buy? Not that he knew of, that or he had forgotten. Great. This was not proving to be a very productive weekend, he could just imagine getting into class on Monday and realising that he needed to buy something and it had completely slipped his mind. It was possible, he didn’t doubt it at all, yet he could not think what on earth he may be missing. It was a mystery, perhaps he should just leave it at that.
“Oh.” He said as he stopped just out of the shop, it was her again? It looked like she was staying out of the rain, did she not want to go anywhere? He did not see how sitting on a bench it such dismal weather would be entertaining at all. “Hello, again.” Aske tilted his head as he observed her, yet still no name came to mind. Did he even know it in the first place? Perhaps he had even got her mixed up with someone else, everything was possible, he supposed. “Do I know you? I... don’t think I know your name, not that I am very good at remembering them anyway. Maybe you have told me it before. You’re a... Gryffindor, right?”
Had he even told her his name was a better question, was he being rude? He should really introduce himself, though no matter how silly he would look if he had already done so in the past. “I’m Aske.” Good enough? Euch. “Um, Aske Schou.” He gave her a small smile, oh yea, he wasn’t doing well by not looking like an idiot.
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Post by grizzlehhhh on Jun 2, 2011 17:16:22 GMT -5
she lives in a fairy tale
somewhere too far for us to find
As she sat there, she seemed to become quite lost in her mind. She was occupied by the taste of melting chocolate in her mouth and the smells and sounds of the village. Autumn pulled her knees up to her chest. A voice pulsed nearby, awakening her from thought. She glanced at the source. Company. Be careful what you wish for. Or not. It was that boy again from earlier…the one who’s shoes she stared at why trying to get her jellybeans. The one that she fell in front of. Autumn flushed slightly pink and answered his smile with a subtle nod. “I’m Autumn, Autumn Knox. Yes, a Gryffindor. I believe I haven’t quite met you before Aske Schou,” small laughter escaped her lips. “It would be very difficult to forget a name that sounds like a sneeze.”
The boy didn’t seem at all quite bad. He might have spoken a little too much. At least he was straightforward. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. He just seemed to stand there, kind of silly and awkwardly. She didn’t want to laugh, it was sort of difficult for her. Autumn shifted away from her spot to make room for him next to her. The cold thrill of the long empty dry bench was a little surprising, but she patted the previous spot of which she sat. “Would you like a seat?” she asked, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Brilliant, Autumn, now you’ve cornered the poor boy into making a decision that proves what his manners are. She gave herself a mental kick, was she being rude? A little too eager and welcoming of course, but was she quite possibly rude? Perhaps not, it had already happened, no use for moving back over.
Autumn brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. A slight breeze brought a light cascade of sprinkles and chills over her. She wasn’t freezing, it took a lot more than a little water and cold to make her shiver. She continued to suck on the fudge in her mouth. “Isn’t the smell of rain nice?” she mumbled. Saying her thoughts out loud was kind of weird, she didn’t really quite realize it until a few seconds later. She glanced at him, then to the floor, feeling her face growing a few degrees warmer.
words! 391
lyrics! brick by boring brick by paramore
tagged! aske schou
notes! mrawr.
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Post by aske on Jun 3, 2011 11:30:18 GMT -5
Aske pulled a face, jokingly of course. “Is it really so obvious? Aske... Schou. Ack.” He gave her a grin to show her that he was not being serious, he didn’t mind at all. Actually he was quite pleased, by making fun of his name like that she clearly did not mind his presence, or she was lenient enough to joke with him. “I think my mum wasn’t really paying attention when she named me, that or she thought that it would be a very bad joke... hey. I don’t care. I am Schouperman, such things cannot hurt me!” Oh, right. It would also be best to acknowledge her name also. He was quite prone to getting carried away, maybe in the future he should list that as one of his best traits. ‘Able to go on a tangent from almost any subject imaginable!’ maybe it wouldn’t be one of the best though, maybe something that would actually turn people off... though he didn’t see why. It was being creative and having fun! There was never anything wrong with that, and anyone that said there was had obviously never experienced either. They were the two best things that almost always went hand in hand, silly, silly people.
“It’s nice to meet you, Autumn. Though I am sure that I have seen you before... somewhere... but I suppose that is what living in a castle does, with so many students I am bound to see just about everyone even once. I would think anyway. I am a Hufflepuff, badgers and everything. What am I saying? Of course you know what a Hufflepuff is.” It was very nearly a moment when he just felt like walking away, he just wished that the words would come out right. “I talk a lot don’t I? I should work on that.” Fat chance, he knew he always talked a lot. Sometimes anyway. Maybe half of the time? Whatever it was, in that time... he couldn’t help it, and sometimes he really just didn’t care whether people got annoyed by it or not. That was their fault then, because they must have provoked him to talk in the first place., not that he was being especially serious about blaming other people. Just if they didn’t want to talk to him, he just assumed that they wouldn’t have to. He didn’t force them to or anything, they had free will and all.
“Um... sure.” He replied, it’d make sense to sit down wouldn’t it? He was pretty certain that he looked like quite an idiot just standing there talking to her. “Thank you,” He added, with a smile. He was quite pleased that it was her that he had spoken to, he had met many people that were a lot less pleasant to talk to. Ones that would be downright rude without any reason at all, or those that simply didn’t care that there was someone talking to them. She seemed at least a little bit interested in a conversation anyway, so that was good enough to him. Good! Everyone should be social, he couldn’t image being quite the opposite, that would be so boring. Not talking to people? It was like the few students around the school, or Ravenclaw if you chose to accept most of the stereotypes, that stayed inside the library all day and did not talk to anyone. What a sad, sad life.
Aske smiled, the smell of rain? He didn’t really notice that all that much, it was more noticeable in muggle areas he supposed. But that was because he only really paid attention to the smell of rain on the tarmac, which was never a good thing. Here... it was quite nice. There was nothing to make it bad at all, “It... does I guess.” He replied, “But I think I would prefer sunny days more than this, still... I feel the cold rather easily.” This was true, he supposed many people did not feel it as much as him, for now he could really have done with being by a fire or moving a bit, but it wasn’t all that terrible. “My sister calls me nesh,” he said with a small smile, “and calls me a wimp. She’s a bit mean.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
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Post by grizzlehhhh on Jun 3, 2011 12:15:29 GMT -5
she lives in a fairy tale
somewhere too far for us to find
“Personally, sunny days are more pleasant to me. Rain is just incredibly calming out here,” Autumn stared at the puddles, “Watching it is fine, it’s just the getting damp part that kind of rattles my bones.” She locked her fingers around her knees and paused for a moment, cold hands. Perhaps the weather wasn’t in a merciful mood today. But where would she go? Getting damp was out of the question. The clothes that she had worn today seemed to soak up bits of moisture from the air around.
The presence of him sitting there next to her was like a change in temperature. It grew a little warmer. Were the sitting too close? Not at all really, there was plenty of space. “You don’t seem quite like a wimp to me, you spoke first, haha.” She lay her chin on the top of her knees. For some reason, Autumn’s most comfortable sitting positions have been in some sort of folding fashion. She looked as if she were sitting in a closed box on the bench, hopefully no one really cared to stare long enough to find it odd.
“I think that’s really interesting, having a sister, even if she is mean.” Autumn said, “I’ve never really had a sibling, just plenty of pets. I grew kind of fond of cats myself, which I don’t think isn’t quite brilliant.” She lifted her head and opened a box of jellybeans. “I’ve read about muggles and their cats, it’s kind of frightening. They end up living all alone with houses full of them. I don’t really understand how that really works, only living with just cats?” Her fingers picked through the colors of the jellybeans. A yellow one, perhaps toffee flavored? She placed it in her mouth and bit down, earwax.
How could she be so rude? Sitting there eating away while they had a pleasant conversation. She brought the box near him and shook it gently, careful not to spill any. “Bertie bots?” she offered. “It’s all right, I think there’s only one or two vomit flavored ones, aha I got earwax.” Autumn smiled. Sharing candy with a stranger, well perhaps he isn’t quite a stranger, they went to the same school. “So what’s it like to have a sibling?” She tried to keep a conversation going. Silence was never really her favorite thing to have with pleasant company. She was kind of happy she didn’t end up with someone much less talkative. It was nice to listen to people sometimes.
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lyrics! brick by boring brick by paramore
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notes! yaaay questions!
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Post by aske on Jun 4, 2011 10:13:07 GMT -5
"Sunny days... look nicer. Which is the main point, I think. They are also warmer, which is nice. But then summer isn’t really my favourite season... when it is warm it is much harder to cool down than it is to get warm when it is cold.” Aske shrugged, winter was his favourite season by far, he loved the snow no matter how cold he got. It was just so much easier to just put on more layers of clothing when you were cold opposed to finding ways to cool down in summer. Though he tended to complain against the cold he would just rather have it all year, a thought that he viewed as just plain awkward. It was almost hypocritical in a sense, or just him being difficult about the whole subject in general. “But still, er, yeah. I like it better when it is sunnier. Raining... isn’t very interesting after a while. Though you do get some nice pictures when the rain hits windows, but only from quite close up.” Riiight, so now he was going on about photography. Sometimes he just wishes that he could carry on a conversation straight, but he just got carried away at the time. Oh well, at least he found out things that he wasn’t talking about in the first place. He would much rather focus on that side of things than think that he had done something wrong.
He gave her a grin, “Thank you, but I don’t think that stops me being a wimp. You could have been hurt...” he shrugged. Was it very brave to talk to someone first? He hadn’t thought about that, maybe it seemed brave for people that did not do it themselves? But he couldn’t pinpoint whether Autumn was brave or not, he didn’t know her all that well anyway. She was a Gryffindor, so he assumed that courage would be some trait of hers at least, but maybe then she didn’t follow the stereotype? Or she could be sometimes, and then not others... there were a lot of possibilities for it actually. “I can’t be as brave as you anyway, that would go against the law of nature wouldn’t it? Not the almighty Gryffindors.” He gave a small smirk, “Are you very brave then? Or do you not follow the personality rules that everyone has set for your house?” To be honest he kind of liked it when people didn’t, but that did not mean he disliked those that did. He couldn’t be picky about such things, but they were other peoples personalities so really p to them. It was just amusing when people didn’t seem to fit the house that they were sorted into. He assumed he fitted Hufflepuff out of all four of the houses, but he knew that there were others in his house that did not seem to all that well.
“Nooo!” He whined, but ended up laughing. “She bullies me! Kind of anyway. But she is in university now so I don’t see her all that much anyway.” He paused as she spoke about cats. Cats? How did this get to cats? It was kind of funny, she seemed to get carried away like him. “I’ve never had a cat,” Aske said, “I had a goldfish once, but they don’t live very long. Muggles and cats? I think that is kind of like the stories you hear, about old women with lots of cats. Usually because they couldn’t find a husband or something, I tend to think of them as urban legends... but then there surely has to be something that started the stories in the first place. I haven’t known anyone to be living alone with cats... no one near me anyway.” It was like the sort of thing that you would see on a tv program, and people mentioning it as a joke... did it really happen? Maybe if somebody really liked cats, he supposed. And that was ironic too, when old women had cats and they were thought to be witches. It only showed how the secret made people suspicious about it, because it must have at least got out once to plant the idea in people's heads.
Aske looked at the jellybeans, “No thank you...” he pulled a face, “I sound awkward. Sorry, I don’t like them... or normal jellybeans. But thanks.” Ugh, should he have said yes just not to sound rude? He hoped he didn’t... maybe he just did sound very awkward. He just didn’t want to make it seem so. Ugh, ugh. Yes, change the subject, that was a lot better. He could definitely talk about having a sister, that was easy enough. “Oh. Um... she is okay. Older though, so she is supposed to be a role model. But I don’t think I paid that much attention to doing what she did, which maybe I should have done. I’m not as good as her at school stuff. My parents want me to be like her.”
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Post by grizzlehhhh on Jun 4, 2011 18:24:17 GMT -5
she lives in a fairy tale
somewhere too far for us to find
Autumn brought her legs down from the bottom of the bench. Her lap grew cold as she placed her box of jellybeans on her lap. “oh that’s okay aha, I haven’t really met a person that’s said no to jellybeans,” She scratched the back of her head, “shockingly enough most of them were gryffindors.” It’s been said gryffindors rarely ever said no to pretty much everything.
With Autumn being Autumn, she couldn’t really say no to a lot of things. She gets a bit manipulated easily. But that’s only by her closest friends. She could say no easily to other people. Like when people want to copy her homework, yeah that she can say no to, her homework was rarely ever all correct. She was thankful for that, she’d hate to be the blame for someone else’s grade in the class.
“I didn’t know having a sister would make such an impact on what parents expect of their children.” Autumn moved hair out of her face and said “Maybe that’s just cause I’ve been stuck with my dad and about six cats.” She laughed brightly. The previous conversation brought up a few reminders, “That’s really interesting, you taking pictures,” She gestured to his camera, “can you make them move?”
Her face lit up with a thrill of delight. Autumn was quite fond of moving pictures. She kept albums of photographs from her father. He liked taking pictures too; everywhere he went he took pictures for her. It was a little thing he did while she was growing up. Where he went he’d take a picture and tell her what he did. She loved his stories.
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lyrics! brick by boring brick by paramore
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notes! iiiick its short >.< sorry
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Post by aske on Jun 5, 2011 15:57:29 GMT -5
“I must start taking notes,” Aske mused, “Or at least mental notes. One, Gryffindors seem to like jellybeans. That or they won’t refuse them if they don’t. Two, near death experiences are quite common.” He smiled at her, hoping that she could tell when he was joking. To say he had spent six and a bit years at the school, he had a bad enough time trying to remember much about the houses. Right, he had the basics that everyone had, but he loved to find out more about the people that were in the houses. It was all quite fun and saved him from being oblivious to everyone, and every now and then he would remember a fact or two about them so he did not have the trouble of forgetting every other person that he met on a daily basis. “I think I may be the odd one out, perhaps most Hufflepuffs enjoy jellybeans. Not that I mind, personal tastes and all. I am the strange person who likes to put raspberry syrup of mint ice cream, but it does taste very nice in the end.” He shrugged, “but yes. People like different things. Oh god, I need to stop myself talking. Tangents.”
He contemplated her comment, maybe it was just his parents? Well, no, probably not. But if the older sibling did well he thought the parents would always expect the younger siblings to do just as well, since the older one was supposed to be a role model and all. “Hmm, sometimes it does I suppose. If the older sibling did something wrong, the parents would be disappointed and blame it on them if the younger one did the same. But if they did well, they would think the younger one should copy them. It’s like double standards. But then my sister tends to be better... and my dad always tells me I should do what she does. I don’t really want to though, it looks like she has almost no fun. Though it would be better to do more work... No wonder I am not a Ravenclaw. I’m sure she would have been one though.” He could have also said she may have been a Slytherin too, but he had never really seen any muggleborns in Slytherin so that took it out of the question, what a shame, he was sure she would have made a good one. Ravenclaw would suit her as well, of course especially since she did so well academically. Maybe that wouldn’t carry though to magic though? He didn’t really know, it wasn’t like he was going to be able to find out either since she was a muggle.
“Move? Sure!” He grinned, “It was one of the first things I asked about. It’s quite fun, there are charms to do it, but you have to put them into a potion for the pictures to develop in. It’s complicated, but if you make enough of it then you don’t have to worry about it most of the time. But then there is this special film you can buy that has the charms in it, so you just develop them normally. I think the do it yourself way is better though, the film doesn’t always work. I just use normal, muggle film most of the time.”
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