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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 9:41 pm
Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "I've never met a muggle. My father takes me to London sometimes and we go in the shops, but I've never been allowed to touch things. Sometimes my father waves to people he knows in the street, but I always thought they were just convincing wizards. You know, they blend in perfectly," Pierre could see Vittoria felt very sure of herself that muggles were just like wizards, so he decided she must be right. She seemed shades more intelligent than Lucius anyhow, and she was only eleven! "I don't know if I want to associate with Lucius, I mean he's very annoying," Pierre seemed confident that Lucius was annoying, but it was apparent the longevity of their relationship made it difficult to speak ill of him openly. "But, I don't want to abandon him. It wouldn't be right. I know he'd do it to me the minute I gave him a reason, but," Pierre stopped and looked out the window for a long moment, not really sure how to continue. "My mother used to tell me to value people, regardless of who they present themselves to be, because there's something good in everyone. I suppose the situations were different, but I guess it still fits." He looked sort of airy again for a split second before he smiled at Vittoria widely, probably the first genuinely happy smile he had smiled the whole train ride - at least that wasn't dripping in nerves. "I hope we're both in Ravenclaw. It's really nice to have made a friend on my own." She was not really sure what to make of that and she was not sure whether or not she was comfortable with his answer either. He didn't react in either way she had expected. "I suppose," she said slowly, forming her words thoughtfully "that everyone does have at least some good in them." She smiled back at him. "I think you are very smart, Pepe. I do not think you have to worry at all where you will be sorted." Vittoria yawned and looked out at the countryside passing swiftly by outside the train, it had started to rain lightly while they had talked. "How do you suppose the sorting works?" she asked after a bit. "My mother would not tell me. She said it is more traditional to wonder and be surprised. Is there some sort of test? I do hate tests." Flattered that his new acquaintance felt he was smart, he smiled again. He really did want to live up to his family's expectations and be in Ravenclaw. "My father says it's based on potential. Mama- ah, my mother thinks it's all very silly, to split kids into groups like that. She says "Si tu dites à un enfant 'vous êtes comme ce', ils sont comme ça!". That means she thinks if you tell children they are a certain way, they will end up that way. She wanted me to go to Beauxbatons because their system is different. I wanted to come to Hogwarts though, they let me choose. I think they'll put us where we're supposed to go. I know that's a pretty boring answer, but sometimes things are meant to be," he got up again and grabbed a case from above his seat. "I would pick Hufflepuff if not Ravenclaw." He turned to face his companion again and sat down, "I'm going to go change into my robes in a little while and then find the sweets trolley. How do you think the sorting works? I bet you'd come up with something better than me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 9:52 pm
[StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "I've never met a muggle. My father takes me to London sometimes and we go in the shops, but I've never been allowed to touch things. Sometimes my father waves to people he knows in the street, but I always thought they were just convincing wizards. You know, they blend in perfectly," Pierre could see Vittoria felt very sure of herself that muggles were just like wizards, so he decided she must be right. She seemed shades more intelligent than Lucius anyhow, and she was only eleven! "I don't know if I want to associate with Lucius, I mean he's very annoying," Pierre seemed confident that Lucius was annoying, but it was apparent the longevity of their relationship made it difficult to speak ill of him openly. "But, I don't want to abandon him. It wouldn't be right. I know he'd do it to me the minute I gave him a reason, but," Pierre stopped and looked out the window for a long moment, not really sure how to continue. "My mother used to tell me to value people, regardless of who they present themselves to be, because there's something good in everyone. I suppose the situations were different, but I guess it still fits." He looked sort of airy again for a split second before he smiled at Vittoria widely, probably the first genuinely happy smile he had smiled the whole train ride - at least that wasn't dripping in nerves. "I hope we're both in Ravenclaw. It's really nice to have made a friend on my own." She was not really sure what to make of that and she was not sure whether or not she was comfortable with his answer either. He didn't react in either way she had expected. "I suppose," she said slowly, forming her words thoughtfully "that everyone does have at least some good in them." She smiled back at him. "I think you are very smart, Pepe. I do not think you have to worry at all where you will be sorted." Vittoria yawned and looked out at the countryside passing swiftly by outside the train, it had started to rain lightly while they had talked. "How do you suppose the sorting works?" she asked after a bit. "My mother would not tell me. She said it is more traditional to wonder and be surprised. Is there some sort of test? I do hate tests." Flattered that his new acquaintance felt he was smart, he smiled again. He really did want to live up to his family's expectations and be in Ravenclaw. "My father says it's based on potential. Mama- ah, my mother thinks it's all very silly, to split kids into groups like that. She says "Si tu dites à un enfant 'vous êtes comme ce', ils sont comme ça!". That means she thinks if you tell children they are a certain way, they will end up that way. She wanted me to go to Beauxbatons because their system is different. I wanted to come to Hogwarts though, they let me choose. I think they'll put us where we're supposed to go. I know that's a pretty boring answer, but sometimes things are meant to be," he got up again and grabbed a case from above his seat. "I would pick Hufflepuff if not Ravenclaw." He turned to face his companion again and sat down, "I'm going to go change into my robes in a little while and then find the sweets trolley. How do you think the sorting works? I bet you'd come up with something better than me." "I doubt there is a test," she said, decidedly. "Mamma would not say there was a surprise if it were just a test. Perhaps they have some looking glass that sees into our hearts or heads and can tell where we belong or maybe we just ask and that is where we get to go." She fidgeted with the robe in her lap and looked down at it. She had been absentmindedly balling it up and turning it over and over in her hands. So much for not going to the sorting looking like a rumpled mess. "What is their system at...Bowbatawn?" Her pronunciation of the word was clumsy. "My father would have preferred I not go to school. He said I should stay home and he would teach me to sing the songs of the earth and sky and water. He said he would show me how magic is truly done. But he can teach me that any time when I am at home and I told him 'I should like to see how it is done in England as well so I can know both ways and maybe someday all ways all over the world'." She grinned. There was something determined in her eyes, and she had a look about her that said she truly would learn all the ways that magic could be done and perhaps invent a few more along the way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 10:40 pm
Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "I've never met a muggle. My father takes me to London sometimes and we go in the shops, but I've never been allowed to touch things. Sometimes my father waves to people he knows in the street, but I always thought they were just convincing wizards. You know, they blend in perfectly," Pierre could see Vittoria felt very sure of herself that muggles were just like wizards, so he decided she must be right. She seemed shades more intelligent than Lucius anyhow, and she was only eleven! "I don't know if I want to associate with Lucius, I mean he's very annoying," Pierre seemed confident that Lucius was annoying, but it was apparent the longevity of their relationship made it difficult to speak ill of him openly. "But, I don't want to abandon him. It wouldn't be right. I know he'd do it to me the minute I gave him a reason, but," Pierre stopped and looked out the window for a long moment, not really sure how to continue. "My mother used to tell me to value people, regardless of who they present themselves to be, because there's something good in everyone. I suppose the situations were different, but I guess it still fits." He looked sort of airy again for a split second before he smiled at Vittoria widely, probably the first genuinely happy smile he had smiled the whole train ride - at least that wasn't dripping in nerves. "I hope we're both in Ravenclaw. It's really nice to have made a friend on my own." She was not really sure what to make of that and she was not sure whether or not she was comfortable with his answer either. He didn't react in either way she had expected. "I suppose," she said slowly, forming her words thoughtfully "that everyone does have at least some good in them." She smiled back at him. "I think you are very smart, Pepe. I do not think you have to worry at all where you will be sorted." Vittoria yawned and looked out at the countryside passing swiftly by outside the train, it had started to rain lightly while they had talked. "How do you suppose the sorting works?" she asked after a bit. "My mother would not tell me. She said it is more traditional to wonder and be surprised. Is there some sort of test? I do hate tests." Flattered that his new acquaintance felt he was smart, he smiled again. He really did want to live up to his family's expectations and be in Ravenclaw. "My father says it's based on potential. Mama- ah, my mother thinks it's all very silly, to split kids into groups like that. She says "Si tu dites à un enfant 'vous êtes comme ce', ils sont comme ça!". That means she thinks if you tell children they are a certain way, they will end up that way. She wanted me to go to Beauxbatons because their system is different. I wanted to come to Hogwarts though, they let me choose. I think they'll put us where we're supposed to go. I know that's a pretty boring answer, but sometimes things are meant to be," he got up again and grabbed a case from above his seat. "I would pick Hufflepuff if not Ravenclaw." He turned to face his companion again and sat down, "I'm going to go change into my robes in a little while and then find the sweets trolley. How do you think the sorting works? I bet you'd come up with something better than me." "I doubt there is a test," she said, decidedly. "Mamma would not say there was a surprise if it were just a test. Perhaps they have some looking glass that sees into our hearts or heads and can tell where we belong or maybe we just ask and that is where we get to go." She fidgeted with the robe in her lap and looked down at it. She had been absentmindedly balling it up and turning it over and over in her hands. So much for not going to the sorting looking like a rumpled mess. "What is their system at...Bowbatawn?" Her pronunciation of the word was clumsy. "My father would have preferred I not go to school. He said I should stay home and he would teach me to sing the songs of the earth and sky and water. He said he would show me how magic is truly done. But he can teach me that any time when I am at home and I told him 'I should like to see how it is done in England as well so I can know both ways and maybe someday all ways all over the world'." She grinned. There was something determined in her eyes, and she had a look about her that said she truly would learn all the ways that magic could be done and perhaps invent a few more along the way. Pierre was completely enamored by Vittoria's transparency and awe of magic. He'd never met a girl like her, and figured he probably never would again. "You're fantastic. I've never met anyone who cares so much about magic." Forgetting he was in front of a stranger, he lost his concern for retaining the utmost respect and he just stared at her. "Where are you from again?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 11:00 pm
[StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "I've never met a muggle. My father takes me to London sometimes and we go in the shops, but I've never been allowed to touch things. Sometimes my father waves to people he knows in the street, but I always thought they were just convincing wizards. You know, they blend in perfectly," Pierre could see Vittoria felt very sure of herself that muggles were just like wizards, so he decided she must be right. She seemed shades more intelligent than Lucius anyhow, and she was only eleven! "I don't know if I want to associate with Lucius, I mean he's very annoying," Pierre seemed confident that Lucius was annoying, but it was apparent the longevity of their relationship made it difficult to speak ill of him openly. "But, I don't want to abandon him. It wouldn't be right. I know he'd do it to me the minute I gave him a reason, but," Pierre stopped and looked out the window for a long moment, not really sure how to continue. "My mother used to tell me to value people, regardless of who they present themselves to be, because there's something good in everyone. I suppose the situations were different, but I guess it still fits." He looked sort of airy again for a split second before he smiled at Vittoria widely, probably the first genuinely happy smile he had smiled the whole train ride - at least that wasn't dripping in nerves. "I hope we're both in Ravenclaw. It's really nice to have made a friend on my own." She was not really sure what to make of that and she was not sure whether or not she was comfortable with his answer either. He didn't react in either way she had expected. "I suppose," she said slowly, forming her words thoughtfully "that everyone does have at least some good in them." She smiled back at him. "I think you are very smart, Pepe. I do not think you have to worry at all where you will be sorted." Vittoria yawned and looked out at the countryside passing swiftly by outside the train, it had started to rain lightly while they had talked. "How do you suppose the sorting works?" she asked after a bit. "My mother would not tell me. She said it is more traditional to wonder and be surprised. Is there some sort of test? I do hate tests." Flattered that his new acquaintance felt he was smart, he smiled again. He really did want to live up to his family's expectations and be in Ravenclaw. "My father says it's based on potential. Mama- ah, my mother thinks it's all very silly, to split kids into groups like that. She says "Si tu dites à un enfant 'vous êtes comme ce', ils sont comme ça!". That means she thinks if you tell children they are a certain way, they will end up that way. She wanted me to go to Beauxbatons because their system is different. I wanted to come to Hogwarts though, they let me choose. I think they'll put us where we're supposed to go. I know that's a pretty boring answer, but sometimes things are meant to be," he got up again and grabbed a case from above his seat. "I would pick Hufflepuff if not Ravenclaw." He turned to face his companion again and sat down, "I'm going to go change into my robes in a little while and then find the sweets trolley. How do you think the sorting works? I bet you'd come up with something better than me." "I doubt there is a test," she said, decidedly. "Mamma would not say there was a surprise if it were just a test. Perhaps they have some looking glass that sees into our hearts or heads and can tell where we belong or maybe we just ask and that is where we get to go." She fidgeted with the robe in her lap and looked down at it. She had been absentmindedly balling it up and turning it over and over in her hands. So much for not going to the sorting looking like a rumpled mess. "What is their system at...Bowbatawn?" Her pronunciation of the word was clumsy. "My father would have preferred I not go to school. He said I should stay home and he would teach me to sing the songs of the earth and sky and water. He said he would show me how magic is truly done. But he can teach me that any time when I am at home and I told him 'I should like to see how it is done in England as well so I can know both ways and maybe someday all ways all over the world'." She grinned. There was something determined in her eyes, and she had a look about her that said she truly would learn all the ways that magic could be done and perhaps invent a few more along the way. Pierre was completely enamored by Vittoria's transparency and awe of magic. He'd never met a girl like her, and figured he probably never would again. "You're fantastic. I've never met anyone who cares so much about magic." Forgetting he was in front of a stranger, he lost his concern for retaining the utmost respect and he just stared at her. "Where are you from again?" Vittoria blushed, but did not look away or show any hint of shyness or modesty. "Ah, I was born in Italia. My mother is from London, but she met my father on holiday one year and they married and we live there together. She said there are many schools other than Hogwarts in many other countries, but since she studied there I also was invited to attend. And you? Your accent sounds Francese?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 11:20 pm
Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "I've never met a muggle. My father takes me to London sometimes and we go in the shops, but I've never been allowed to touch things. Sometimes my father waves to people he knows in the street, but I always thought they were just convincing wizards. You know, they blend in perfectly," Pierre could see Vittoria felt very sure of herself that muggles were just like wizards, so he decided she must be right. She seemed shades more intelligent than Lucius anyhow, and she was only eleven! "I don't know if I want to associate with Lucius, I mean he's very annoying," Pierre seemed confident that Lucius was annoying, but it was apparent the longevity of their relationship made it difficult to speak ill of him openly. "But, I don't want to abandon him. It wouldn't be right. I know he'd do it to me the minute I gave him a reason, but," Pierre stopped and looked out the window for a long moment, not really sure how to continue. "My mother used to tell me to value people, regardless of who they present themselves to be, because there's something good in everyone. I suppose the situations were different, but I guess it still fits." He looked sort of airy again for a split second before he smiled at Vittoria widely, probably the first genuinely happy smile he had smiled the whole train ride - at least that wasn't dripping in nerves. "I hope we're both in Ravenclaw. It's really nice to have made a friend on my own." She was not really sure what to make of that and she was not sure whether or not she was comfortable with his answer either. He didn't react in either way she had expected. "I suppose," she said slowly, forming her words thoughtfully "that everyone does have at least some good in them." She smiled back at him. "I think you are very smart, Pepe. I do not think you have to worry at all where you will be sorted." Vittoria yawned and looked out at the countryside passing swiftly by outside the train, it had started to rain lightly while they had talked. "How do you suppose the sorting works?" she asked after a bit. "My mother would not tell me. She said it is more traditional to wonder and be surprised. Is there some sort of test? I do hate tests." Flattered that his new acquaintance felt he was smart, he smiled again. He really did want to live up to his family's expectations and be in Ravenclaw. "My father says it's based on potential. Mama- ah, my mother thinks it's all very silly, to split kids into groups like that. She says "Si tu dites à un enfant 'vous êtes comme ce', ils sont comme ça!". That means she thinks if you tell children they are a certain way, they will end up that way. She wanted me to go to Beauxbatons because their system is different. I wanted to come to Hogwarts though, they let me choose. I think they'll put us where we're supposed to go. I know that's a pretty boring answer, but sometimes things are meant to be," he got up again and grabbed a case from above his seat. "I would pick Hufflepuff if not Ravenclaw." He turned to face his companion again and sat down, "I'm going to go change into my robes in a little while and then find the sweets trolley. How do you think the sorting works? I bet you'd come up with something better than me." "I doubt there is a test," she said, decidedly. "Mamma would not say there was a surprise if it were just a test. Perhaps they have some looking glass that sees into our hearts or heads and can tell where we belong or maybe we just ask and that is where we get to go." She fidgeted with the robe in her lap and looked down at it. She had been absentmindedly balling it up and turning it over and over in her hands. So much for not going to the sorting looking like a rumpled mess. "What is their system at...Bowbatawn?" Her pronunciation of the word was clumsy. "My father would have preferred I not go to school. He said I should stay home and he would teach me to sing the songs of the earth and sky and water. He said he would show me how magic is truly done. But he can teach me that any time when I am at home and I told him 'I should like to see how it is done in England as well so I can know both ways and maybe someday all ways all over the world'." She grinned. There was something determined in her eyes, and she had a look about her that said she truly would learn all the ways that magic could be done and perhaps invent a few more along the way. Pierre was completely enamored by Vittoria's transparency and awe of magic. He'd never met a girl like her, and figured he probably never would again. "You're fantastic. I've never met anyone who cares so much about magic." Forgetting he was in front of a stranger, he lost his concern for retaining the utmost respect and he just stared at her. "Where are you from again?" Vittoria blushed, but did not look away or show any hint of shyness or modesty. "Ah, I was born in Italia. My mother is from London, but she met my father on holiday one year and they married and we live there together. She said there are many schools other than Hogwarts in many other countries, but since she studied there I also was invited to attend. And you? Your accent sounds Francese?" "Ah, Italy! I went a few summers ago on holiday, it was really beautiful." Pierre made a note to learn more about Italian wizards. "My father is from England and my mother is from France, yes. They met while my father was on business in Lyon." As Pierre started to speak again a knock came to the compartment door again and a dowdy old woman pulled it open. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she seemed rather exasperated and she straightened her little white hat and apron. It seemed some kids nearby had gotten a little too excited at the sight of all the sweets. Pierre bought a few things; ten chocolate frog cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's and one of the sandwiches from the bottom shelf of the cart - they looked virtually untouched. He pulled some money out of his pocket to pay and thanked the woman. He finished speaking to Vittoria while the trolley lady waited for her patiently. "We live in England mostly, but my mum loves her home too much to let it go. I got letters from both Beauxbatons- that's near Paris- and Hogwarts. My father has told me about all the different wizarding communities across the world, it's really quite a lot to think about!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 11:32 pm
[StoneColdCrazy] "Ah, Italy! I went a few summers ago on holiday, it was really beautiful." Pierre made a note to learn more about Italian wizards. "My father is from England and my mother is from France, yes. They met while my father was on business in Lyon." As Pierre started to speak again a knock came to the compartment door again and a dowdy old woman pulled it open. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she seemed rather exasperated and she straightened her little white hat and apron. It seemed some kids nearby had gotten a little too excited at the sight of all the sweets. Pierre bought a few things; ten chocolate frog cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's and one of the sandwiches from the bottom shelf of the cart - they looked virtually untouched. He pulled some money out of his pocket to pay and thanked the woman. He finished speaking to Vittoria while the trolley lady waited for her patiently. "We live in England mostly, but my mum loves her home too much to let it go. I got letters from both Beauxbatons- that's near Paris- and Hogwarts. My father has told me about all the different wizarding communities across the world, it's really quite a lot to think about!" Vittoria fumbled around in the pocket of her dress and pulled out a few coins and counted them. She eyed a sandwich on the bottom of the cart hungrily, then counted her coins again. Then she handed all of the money over to the woman and bought a small tart instead. "Grazie, signora." She said quietly as the woman handed her the tart with a sad smile and left. She sat back down and started to nibble on the tart, hoping that there would be much to eat at the feast. There was no dicing words about it, her father was poor and her grandparents' had cut off her mother financially for marrying against their wishes, though they spoiled Vittoria profusely. In any event their mundane money counted for very little in the wizarding world. "Ah, mio papà says there are wizards of many types, and even a school like Hogwarts in Italy, though I do not know what it is called. I asked him, when I got my Hogwarts letter, why I did not get one from a school closer to home. He said they do not like people like us and that our family's magic is not thought of highly by their school." Her face looked sour as she ate her treat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 11:45 pm
Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "Ah, Italy! I went a few summers ago on holiday, it was really beautiful." Pierre made a note to learn more about Italian wizards. "My father is from England and my mother is from France, yes. They met while my father was on business in Lyon." As Pierre started to speak again a knock came to the compartment door again and a dowdy old woman pulled it open. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she seemed rather exasperated and she straightened her little white hat and apron. It seemed some kids nearby had gotten a little too excited at the sight of all the sweets. Pierre bought a few things; ten chocolate frog cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's and one of the sandwiches from the bottom shelf of the cart - they looked virtually untouched. He pulled some money out of his pocket to pay and thanked the woman. He finished speaking to Vittoria while the trolley lady waited for her patiently. "We live in England mostly, but my mum loves her home too much to let it go. I got letters from both Beauxbatons- that's near Paris- and Hogwarts. My father has told me about all the different wizarding communities across the world, it's really quite a lot to think about!" Vittoria fumbled around in the pocket of her dress and pulled out a few coins and counted them. She eyed a sandwich on the bottom of the cart hungrily, then counted her coins again. Then she handed all of the money over to the woman and bought a small tart instead. "Grazie, signora." She said quietly as the woman handed her the tart with a sad smile and left. She sat back down and started to nibble on the tart, hoping that there would be much to eat at the feast. There was no dicing words about it, her father was poor and her grandparents' had cut off her mother financially for marrying against their wishes, though they spoiled Vittoria profusely. In any event their mundane money counted for very little in the wizarding world. "Ah, mio papà says there are wizards of many types, and even a school like Hogwarts in Italy, though I do not know what it is called. I asked him, when I got my Hogwarts letter, why I did not get one from a school closer to home. He said they do not like people like us and that our family's magic is not thought of highly by their school." Her face looked sour as she ate her treat. "Your magic sounds wicked," Pierre spoke with a chocolate frog wriggling in his mouth. He bit it in half, chewed and swallowed. "Sorry, that was really rude of me." He wiped his face before continuing. "They used to not let muggle born kids into Hogwarts. They don't put that in Hogwarts: A History." Pierre made a small grimace. He may not have known much about muggles, but he knew it was wrong to exclude anyone from learning. It was unfair, and those kids were 100% wizards as far as he was concerned. Another thing he disagreed with the Malfoys on. "Maybe one day your kids will be able to go to school in Italy!" He opened his sandwich and held a half out to her. "Do you eat meat?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 11:51 pm
[StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "Ah, Italy! I went a few summers ago on holiday, it was really beautiful." Pierre made a note to learn more about Italian wizards. "My father is from England and my mother is from France, yes. They met while my father was on business in Lyon." As Pierre started to speak again a knock came to the compartment door again and a dowdy old woman pulled it open. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she seemed rather exasperated and she straightened her little white hat and apron. It seemed some kids nearby had gotten a little too excited at the sight of all the sweets. Pierre bought a few things; ten chocolate frog cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's and one of the sandwiches from the bottom shelf of the cart - they looked virtually untouched. He pulled some money out of his pocket to pay and thanked the woman. He finished speaking to Vittoria while the trolley lady waited for her patiently. "We live in England mostly, but my mum loves her home too much to let it go. I got letters from both Beauxbatons- that's near Paris- and Hogwarts. My father has told me about all the different wizarding communities across the world, it's really quite a lot to think about!" Vittoria fumbled around in the pocket of her dress and pulled out a few coins and counted them. She eyed a sandwich on the bottom of the cart hungrily, then counted her coins again. Then she handed all of the money over to the woman and bought a small tart instead. "Grazie, signora." She said quietly as the woman handed her the tart with a sad smile and left. She sat back down and started to nibble on the tart, hoping that there would be much to eat at the feast. There was no dicing words about it, her father was poor and her grandparents' had cut off her mother financially for marrying against their wishes, though they spoiled Vittoria profusely. In any event their mundane money counted for very little in the wizarding world. "Ah, mio papà says there are wizards of many types, and even a school like Hogwarts in Italy, though I do not know what it is called. I asked him, when I got my Hogwarts letter, why I did not get one from a school closer to home. He said they do not like people like us and that our family's magic is not thought of highly by their school." Her face looked sour as she ate her treat. "Your magic sounds wicked," Pierre spoke with a chocolate frog wriggling in his mouth. He bit it in half, chewed and swallowed. "Sorry, that was really rude of me." He wiped his face before continuing. "They used to not let muggle born kids into Hogwarts. They don't put that in Hogwarts: A History." Pierre made a small grimace. He may not have known much about muggles, but he knew it was wrong to exclude anyone from learning. It was unfair, and those kids were 100% wizards as far as he was concerned. Another thing he disagreed with the Malfoys on. "Maybe one day your kids will be able to go to school in Italy!" He opened his sandwich and held a half out to her. "Do you eat meat?" Vittoria laughed, unsure why he was asking. "Of course I do, Pepe! Doesn't everybody?" She looked at the chocolate frog curiously, she had never seen one before. They did not have them in Italy, nor did she ever have the money on hand to buy wizarding sweets when she was home. She always had enough pocket change stuffed away for mundane treats and sweets her grandparents sent her, but moving food was strange and new to her. She pointed to the other chocolate frogs that were still wrapped, her eyes wide. "What are those?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 12:05 am
Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "Ah, Italy! I went a few summers ago on holiday, it was really beautiful." Pierre made a note to learn more about Italian wizards. "My father is from England and my mother is from France, yes. They met while my father was on business in Lyon." As Pierre started to speak again a knock came to the compartment door again and a dowdy old woman pulled it open. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she seemed rather exasperated and she straightened her little white hat and apron. It seemed some kids nearby had gotten a little too excited at the sight of all the sweets. Pierre bought a few things; ten chocolate frog cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's and one of the sandwiches from the bottom shelf of the cart - they looked virtually untouched. He pulled some money out of his pocket to pay and thanked the woman. He finished speaking to Vittoria while the trolley lady waited for her patiently. "We live in England mostly, but my mum loves her home too much to let it go. I got letters from both Beauxbatons- that's near Paris- and Hogwarts. My father has told me about all the different wizarding communities across the world, it's really quite a lot to think about!" Vittoria fumbled around in the pocket of her dress and pulled out a few coins and counted them. She eyed a sandwich on the bottom of the cart hungrily, then counted her coins again. Then she handed all of the money over to the woman and bought a small tart instead. "Grazie, signora." She said quietly as the woman handed her the tart with a sad smile and left. She sat back down and started to nibble on the tart, hoping that there would be much to eat at the feast. There was no dicing words about it, her father was poor and her grandparents' had cut off her mother financially for marrying against their wishes, though they spoiled Vittoria profusely. In any event their mundane money counted for very little in the wizarding world. "Ah, mio papà says there are wizards of many types, and even a school like Hogwarts in Italy, though I do not know what it is called. I asked him, when I got my Hogwarts letter, why I did not get one from a school closer to home. He said they do not like people like us and that our family's magic is not thought of highly by their school." Her face looked sour as she ate her treat. "Your magic sounds wicked," Pierre spoke with a chocolate frog wriggling in his mouth. He bit it in half, chewed and swallowed. "Sorry, that was really rude of me." He wiped his face before continuing. "They used to not let muggle born kids into Hogwarts. They don't put that in Hogwarts: A History." Pierre made a small grimace. He may not have known much about muggles, but he knew it was wrong to exclude anyone from learning. It was unfair, and those kids were 100% wizards as far as he was concerned. Another thing he disagreed with the Malfoys on. "Maybe one day your kids will be able to go to school in Italy!" He opened his sandwich and held a half out to her. "Do you eat meat?" Vittoria laughed, unsure why he was asking. "Of course I do, Pepe! Doesn't everybody?" She looked at the chocolate frog curiously, she had never seen one before. They did not have them in Italy, nor did she ever have the money on hand to buy wizarding sweets when she was home. She always had enough pocket change stuffed away and sweets her grandparents sent her, but moving food was strange and new to her. She pointed to the other chocolate frogs that were still wrapped, her eyes wide. "What are those?" "Here," he wiggled the sandwich in front of her. He hadn't really noted that she didn't seem to have enough money to purchase any food, but he always offered some of whatever he was eating. He tended to always grab more than he could stomach. "Those," he gestured with his head toward the pile of chocolate frogs, "are chocolate frogs. There's a famous wizard on the cards that come with them. I've got a million. I barely eat the frogs anymore. I give them to my owl to play with most of the time. I've got nearly every one in French, I'm working on English wizards now. I'm holding out for the limited edition English Moliere. It's rare." He thought for a second about her confusion. "They'll probably have them in Italy soon. They're new. If you ever start collecting and you get Copernicus, I'll pay you for it. I hear he has a special one, because he wasn't recognized as a wizard until about twenty years ago. It's a controversial card." like any eleven year old boy, Pierre was very knowledgeable about a useless collecting game, and was very proud of this fact. He made that very clear.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 12:25 am
[StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] Prince Reddy [StoneColdCrazy] "Ah, Italy! I went a few summers ago on holiday, it was really beautiful." Pierre made a note to learn more about Italian wizards. "My father is from England and my mother is from France, yes. They met while my father was on business in Lyon." As Pierre started to speak again a knock came to the compartment door again and a dowdy old woman pulled it open. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she seemed rather exasperated and she straightened her little white hat and apron. It seemed some kids nearby had gotten a little too excited at the sight of all the sweets. Pierre bought a few things; ten chocolate frog cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's and one of the sandwiches from the bottom shelf of the cart - they looked virtually untouched. He pulled some money out of his pocket to pay and thanked the woman. He finished speaking to Vittoria while the trolley lady waited for her patiently. "We live in England mostly, but my mum loves her home too much to let it go. I got letters from both Beauxbatons- that's near Paris- and Hogwarts. My father has told me about all the different wizarding communities across the world, it's really quite a lot to think about!" Vittoria fumbled around in the pocket of her dress and pulled out a few coins and counted them. She eyed a sandwich on the bottom of the cart hungrily, then counted her coins again. Then she handed all of the money over to the woman and bought a small tart instead. "Grazie, signora." She said quietly as the woman handed her the tart with a sad smile and left. She sat back down and started to nibble on the tart, hoping that there would be much to eat at the feast. There was no dicing words about it, her father was poor and her grandparents' had cut off her mother financially for marrying against their wishes, though they spoiled Vittoria profusely. In any event their mundane money counted for very little in the wizarding world. "Ah, mio papà says there are wizards of many types, and even a school like Hogwarts in Italy, though I do not know what it is called. I asked him, when I got my Hogwarts letter, why I did not get one from a school closer to home. He said they do not like people like us and that our family's magic is not thought of highly by their school." Her face looked sour as she ate her treat. "Your magic sounds wicked," Pierre spoke with a chocolate frog wriggling in his mouth. He bit it in half, chewed and swallowed. "Sorry, that was really rude of me." He wiped his face before continuing. "They used to not let muggle born kids into Hogwarts. They don't put that in Hogwarts: A History." Pierre made a small grimace. He may not have known much about muggles, but he knew it was wrong to exclude anyone from learning. It was unfair, and those kids were 100% wizards as far as he was concerned. Another thing he disagreed with the Malfoys on. "Maybe one day your kids will be able to go to school in Italy!" He opened his sandwich and held a half out to her. "Do you eat meat?" Vittoria laughed, unsure why he was asking. "Of course I do, Pepe! Doesn't everybody?" She looked at the chocolate frog curiously, she had never seen one before. They did not have them in Italy, nor did she ever have the money on hand to buy wizarding sweets when she was home. She always had enough pocket change stuffed away and sweets her grandparents sent her, but moving food was strange and new to her. She pointed to the other chocolate frogs that were still wrapped, her eyes wide. "What are those?" "Here," he wiggled the sandwich in front of her. He hadn't really noted that she didn't seem to have enough money to purchase any food, but he always offered some of whatever he was eating. He tended to always grab more than he could stomach. "Those," he gestured with his head toward the pile of chocolate frogs, "are chocolate frogs. There's a famous wizard on the cards that come with them. I've got a million. I barely eat the frogs anymore. I give them to my owl to play with most of the time. I've got nearly every one in French, I'm working on English wizards now. I'm holding out for the limited edition English Moliere. It's rare." He thought for a second about her confusion. "They'll probably have them in Italy soon. They're new. If you ever start collecting and you get Copernicus, I'll pay you for it. I hear he has a special one, because he wasn't recognized as a wizard until about twenty years ago. It's a controversial card." like any eleven year old boy, Pierre was very knowledgeable about a useless collecting game, and was very proud of this fact. He made that very clear. She blinked at the sandwich, then looked up at Pierre's face. He looked very sincere. Hesitantly, she reached out to the sandwich as though she had never been offered such a gift in her life. In fact, she had not. She had never gone totally hungry. Her father may be poor, but he made sure to always provide for her. But even her friends at her mundane school had never shared their lunches with her. There was always a very clear divide between them when it came to social class. And here this boy who she hardly knew, who seemed to be from an old and important family, was offering to share with her as an equal. She looked back down at the sandwich and tried to hide that she was blinking back tears. For the first time in her life Vittoria felt shyness creep over her and was left speechless. "Ah...uhm..." she fumbled for a bit before finally managing the right response. "Grazie. Grazie mille, Pepe." She wiped her eye casually with the heel of her hand and beamed at him before taking a bite of the sandwich. "I promise if I ever find Copernicus, he is all yours." She said between bites.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 6:54 pm
Prince Reddy She blinked at the sandwich, then looked up at Pierre's face. He looked very sincere. Hesitantly, she reached out to the sandwich as though she had never been offered such a gift in her life. In fact, she had not. She had never gone totally hungry. Her father may be poor, but he made sure to always provide for her. But even her friends at her mundane school had never shared their lunches with her. There was always a very clear divide between them when it came to social class. And here this boy who she hardly knew, who seemed to be from an old and important family, was offering to share with her as an equal. She looked back down at the sandwich and tried to hide that she was blinking back tears. For the first time in her life Vittoria felt shyness creep over her and was left speechless. "Ah...uhm..." she fumbled for a bit before finally managing the right response. "Grazie. Grazie mille, Pepe." She wiped her eye casually with the heel of her hand and beamed at him before taking a bite of the sandwich. "I promise if I ever find Copernicus, he is all yours." She said between bites. Pierre, normally a pretty perceptive boy, didn't notice a bit of discomfort on Vittoia's part and gave her a smile and a quick nod. It wasn't often he got to be around someone his own age, let alone a nice person his age. "This train seems to be going right through the country, we must be in Scotland by now." Pierre craned his neck to try and see an old, dilapidated castle speeding past them. "Maybe not quite." he put his bag on the floor and stretched out over his chocolate frogs. He grabbed one from under his legs and opened it, pinning the frog between his thumb and fore finger, it wriggled for a while before it went sort of limp and became regular chocolate again. "I always feel very strange doing that, I mean I know they're just enchanted, but I feel cruel." he put the frog down on his lap with the card, "it's just a duplicate, you can have it and the chocolate if you want." he gave a cartoonish yawn and looked at the ceiling, still smiling a bit.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 2:05 am
[StoneColdCrazy] Pierre, normally a pretty perceptive boy, didn't notice a bit of discomfort on Vittoia's part and gave her a smile and a quick nod. It wasn't often he got to be around someone his own age, let alone a nice person his age. "This train seems to be going right through the country, we must be in Scotland by now." Pierre craned his neck to try and see an old, dilapidated castle speeding past them. "Maybe not quite." he put his bag on the floor and stretched out over his chocolate frogs. He grabbed one from under his legs and opened it, pinning the frog between his thumb and fore finger, it wriggled for a while before it went sort of limp and became regular chocolate again. "I always feel very strange doing that, I mean I know they're just enchanted, but I feel cruel." he put the frog down on his lap with the card, "it's just a duplicate, you can have it and the chocolate if you want." he gave a cartoonish yawn and looked at the ceiling, still smiling a bit. Vittoria reached out and took both card and chocolate, she popped the treat into her mouth and chewed while she read the information on the back of the card, as the wizard in question did not seem to be present in the picture at the time. "Merlin," she read. "I am sure this will be the start of an impressive collection." Instead of stuffing the card into her pocket where it might get crumpled or sticky from candy she turned it over in her hands absentmindedly. She had not noticed how much time had passed while speaking with Pierre, but he was right - they had traveled quite a long distance. It was perhaps time to get changed into her school clothes.
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