Seymour raised a brow when after the other boy stood he quickly started making motions frantically with his hands. At first, Seymour wondered if he didn't speak English or Spanish enough to be confident to answer and then realized when Timothy pulled out a notebook that it was because he was mute. Glancing over Timothy's shoulder at the note, He chuckled and said quickly to his mum, "Él es bueno. Y yo te dije donde estaba era una mala idea."
Casey sighed and answered under her breath with a roll of her eyes, "¿Dónde aprendiste a ser tan grosero?"
Seymour chuckled and gave his mum a shrug and looked back to Timothy and waved his hand, "Don't worry about the display. I told Mum it wasn't in a good place. Anyways, it is good for this place to get some excitement here and again. I was the one who set it up this morning, it isn't a big deal..." He trailed off and paused, not sure if the kid was deaf and mute or just mute. "Um... am I being rude? Should I be writing stuff down too?" He pointed at Timothy's notebook and pen and raised a brow.
Translation Note: "He is good. And I told you where it was was a bad idea." 2: "Where did you learn to be so rude?"
Yukina101
Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:57 pm
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My silence was the silence, silence of rocks, My silence, it was the silence of the stones, Rocks and stones, Rocks, stones and trees; Of the landscapes Full of ups and downs.
❝Timothy looked back and forth between mother and son (or what he assumed was mother and son) listening to their words and wondering what language it was they were speaking before the boy turned back to him. He gave him a hesitant grin while relief that he wasn't in trouble flooded throughout his system. Hearing him ask if he should also be writing he gave a mute chuckle and shook his head before writing down a response. "No, I can hear just fine I just can't speak." He hesitated before continuing on writing, "I'm happy I could be a source of amusement?" he added the question mark after a thought and gave him another grin. This was great! His first real conversation with someone his age! Most of the kids at his old school thought he was too weird or too strange to really hold long conversations. He thinks his record was about a minute and some seconds when a girl asked him where he got his comic book. Just then Timothy remembered one of the many manner lessons his Mum tried to instill in him and jotted a quick sentence on his pad before presenting it to the boy. "Sorry, my name is Timothy Cherri, what's yours?"❞
After the all commotion, [Casual] Ruffle and rustle, [Flourish and Blotts] Saw I silence, [Seymour] All quiet and silently [Conversing...technically] Prevailing upon. [OOC]
Seymour nodded with a smile when he saw the written response that his peer could hear just fine just not speak. At least it meant he wouldn't have to figure out another language or have to write everything down. He didn't think he had the pure dedication to put in that amount of time. Reading the second question about being a source of amusement Seymour chuckled and said, "No, it is more of a relief. And for once I'm not the one causing chaos in here. Anyways, I'm Benjamin Ryans. My Mum owns this place..."
He nodded to his redheaded mother who had her brown eyes narrowed at her son for some time before she shook her head and let out a sigh leaving her son to chatter with what looked to be a boy his own age. And at least, though the boy may be a hair clumsy, was quiet enough so it wasn't like they could get that loud in the shop and disturb any other customers or what not.
Yukina101
Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 9:30 pm
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My silence was the silence, silence of rocks, My silence, it was the silence of the stones, Rocks and stones, Rocks, stones and trees; Of the landscapes Full of ups and downs.
❝Timothy grinned widely and gave another silent laugh as the boy answered his hesitant question. He could sort of understand where he was coming from, while he would love to be able to spend nearly all day every day at the bookstore he could admit that it could get rather boring after awhile. Especially if a person liked to cause mischief like he liked to apparently do. After jotting down another response he passed it to him. "That's cool! My Mum's a Potion Mistress so I'm not really allowed to go to work with her." He would like to, especially since he, like his sister, inherited her skill at the magic but she put her foot down. He did feel a tad better knowing that even Tanya couldn't have the rule bent for her even as she got older. A random question formed in his mind and he wrote it down before he lost his nerve. "So what exactly do you do in here to have fun? Or is it just mainly chaos?" Timothy tried and failed to hide his cheeky grin. ❞
After the all commotion, [Casual] Ruffle and rustle, [Flourish and Blotts] Saw I silence, [Seymour] All quiet and silently [Conversing] Prevailing upon. [OOC]
"Dad's the one I can't tag along with," Seymour said with a smile, "He's a mediwizard. After being a year or two of being a healer he took a technical promotion of sorts to being a mediwizard abroad... the pay was less but it was cheaper to live there for us. We moved back to England a couple years ago."
"Regardless, the shop makes Mum happy so it is worth it," He added. "If she's distracted with business she isn't onto me as much. And as long as I don't have to do paperwork and just do things like help stock, it's not bad. As for what I do here to have fun? Hmm... I usually try to escape schoolwork and I borrow the family camera sometimes. More fun to go on hikes taking nature and wildlife pictures than buildings and people, but it is London we're at. I explore Diagon Alley mostly. On the bright side, here, Mum doesn't have to worry about finding a snake in the kitchen as much." He then added with a chuckle. "Or that monkey once on the front porch. She was pretty freaked out about that one..."
Seymour shrugged and added brightly, "Anywasys...see, I don't always stick to just chaos. Too much chaos all the time gets boring. You have to keep people guessing. It is way more fun that way."
Yukina101
Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 7:52 pm
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My silence was the silence, silence of rocks, My silence, it was the silence of the stones, Rocks and stones, Rocks, stones and trees; Of the landscapes Full of ups and downs.
❝Timothy sagely at Benjamin's explanation agreeing with him on some level. As odd as it seemed, a lot of chaos all the time became the norm and the norm is always boring. He did think it was rather cool that his dad is a mediwizard that works abroad and the thought of a monkey on the front porch brought an amused smile to his face. He went back to his notepad to write a response before showing it. "Well I suppose that's a relief for your mum." Timothy said with a quiet chuckle. After a few moments thought he began to hesitantly write down a question while he wondered if it was a bit too soon. He had just met the other boy so was it too soon to ask something like this? Well...Tanya was always telling him to be a little bit more adventurous so why not finally pay attention? "I know this is sort of weird, but would you like to join me for ice cream later? I can even pay!" the note was written in a nervous scribble. ❞
After the all commotion, [Casual] Ruffle and rustle, [Flourish and Blotts] Saw I silence, [Seymour] All quiet and silently [Conversing] Prevailing upon. [OOC]
Reading the note about it being a relief for his Mum about finding pests he shrugged and said, "Mum always said she likes poisonous critters in her house she can see the fangs of. It was only the monkeys she hated. Who knows what she means by that, though..." He added at the end. Maybe it was her way of joking about being a former Slytherin. Hard to say, sometimes. She definitely had a lot of traits the Slytherin house was supposed to embody-she was ambitious and smart and had a good head for business and she was kind of scary sometimes if you made her mad enough.
Then he noticed the next note Timothy wrote asking about joining him for icecream and Timothy paying, Benjamin chuckled and said, "How is that weird? It would be your way of making up for knocking down a display I took over an hour working on." He then said quickly, "Sorry, I'm not serious. Well, I did that much work on it, but I don't care about it. Mostly busy work in my opinion anyways. I'll pay for myself. I've been to the icecream shop a couple times, it isn't that expensive. Besides in exchange for helping out Mum a bit I get a small allowance. Only fair, really." He looked over at his Mum and shouted loudly, "I'm going out for icecream for a bit!"
She narrowed her brown eyes at her son and said, "Seymour, pide no dice." Benjamin sighed and asked, "May I go, Mum?"
"Yeah, I have no problem with it," She answered with a shrug and a smile as she flicked her wand casting a packing charm on the fallen books and they landed on the counter in neatly organized stacks. "Stay out of trouble, that's all."
Benjamin smiled and said to Timothy, "Ha! I'm off the hook now. When were you thinking?"
Translation Note: "Seymour, ask don't tell."
Yukina101
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 1:41 pm
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My silence was the silence, silence of rocks, My silence, it was the silence of the stones, Rocks and stones, Rocks, stones and trees; Of the landscapes Full of ups and downs.
❝Timothy shuddered at the thought of poisonous animals roaming around his home without him knowing about it. Then again, maybe Aurora could handle them without them knowing, for an old cat she was very smart and agile. He was happy to hear that Benjamin didn't think he was weird for asking him so soon to hang out but winced when he brought up the display again and looked down at the still strewn books. A nervous crooked smile came onto his face when his new (acquaintance? friend?), immediately apologized and agreed to the ice cream even offering to pay for his own. He then jumped when he yelled back towards his mother to tell, then ask, to go for ice cream before his watched with avid amazement as she charmed the books to stack themselves onto the counter. He couldn't wait until he could do that! When the boy turned back to him Timothy grinned excitedly and penned a short noted to show him. "How about now?"❞
After the all commotion, [Casual] Ruffle and rustle, [Flourish and Blotts] Saw I silence, [Seymour] All quiet and silently [Conversing] Prevailing upon. [OOC]
Seymour nodded with a smile, "Sounds great." He actually didn't mind staying cooped up inside that much during the winter and helping out in the shop wasn't so horrible then, mostly because he hated the cold and had no interest in the occasional snow flurry or what not. Bundling up still annoyed him as did the cold weather, but it was when it was summer that Seymour got stir crazy if he stayed inside too long. That was when the weather was best in London, or it was in his opinion, and he liked the warmest months of the year. Staying inside seemed like a waste.
"So, Hogwarts student yet? Or upcoming?" Seymour said holding the door open to the street for Timothy.
Yukina101
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 2:18 pm
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My silence was the silence, silence of rocks, My silence, it was the silence of the stones, Rocks and stones, Rocks, stones and trees; Of the landscapes Full of ups and downs.
❝Timothy grinned brightly and placed his drawstring backpack back in its original position and gave his mother a rather nervous wave as they prepared to leave. It would seem that luck smiled down upon when he decided to come to his favorite bookstore. He wondered why he hadn't seen Benjamin before now but it was probably due to the fact that once he got in his own little literary bubble he didn't notice anyone else. At the question he excitedly wrote down his response and nodded his thanks for holding open the door. "Upcoming! I'm really excited too, my older sister is going to be a fourth year this year so I've heard a lot about it."❞
After the all commotion, [Casual] Ruffle and rustle, [Flourish and Blotts] Saw I silence, [Seymour] All quiet and silently [Conversing] Prevailing upon. [OOC~Suresure!]
He snorted. He hadn't meant to, at least not aloud, but it slipped out all the same. It wasn't so bad, he supposed, because it was about the pig itself and nothing more, nothing less. It didn't stop him from trying to explain himself anyway. ”A house trained pig, aye?” He chuckled under his breath for half a moment. ”Tha' must'a took some patience to do.” Louie concluded, if for lack of anything better to say, other than 'how in the bloody hell does it do that?' But he didn't want to sound so daft (or cynical.) He nodded to her understandingly, owls were fine and all, but it wasn't the same. Pig, or crup, an owl was so unoriginal these days. ”S'bullocks though,” he lamented. ”You might be able to bring your pig later, but I'll never be able to bring a crup to school. Need a certificate from the ministry. I don't even know how old you have to be to get one.” He paused for a moment, his thoughts being categorized each into their own individual little box. His mind wasn't usually always this cluttered. ”Well say, don' suppose your mum would know anything about tha', would she?”
After several minutes of debate on which route to go, Louie had finally come to a decision and eagerly fell in step alongside Pru as they marched through Diagon Alley. He supposed she was right about the cauldrons, after all, they could be broken, old, or the wrong size—and don't they make different kinds too? He felt like a t**t for not being able to remember, it was all basic, common knowledge really. ”Aye, I think I'll be doomed in that class no matter what cauldron I get. But, it'll sure beat trying to spello-tape the bottom from leaking all over the desk.” He laughed at that thought, pulled his jumper down tighter around his waist to fend off the frosty winds. The street seemed to thicken as the crowd mingled in front of the shoppes And before he knew it, Pru lurched out ahead of him. ”Hey! Wait for me!” He took off amongst the shoppes to reach her.
Flourish and Blotts seemed well-lit and welcoming, and Merlin, it must have been years since the last time he'd stepped foot in here. He ushered a polite nod of thanks to Pru as she heaved the door open. Once he stepped inside, he was greeted with warmth and breathed deeply to the smell of books, old and new. ”At least it's not too crowded in here,” he glanced back at Pru to make sure he hadn't somehow lost her. (It could have happened!) Then spun around to venture farther in. ”So how many brothers do you have at Hogwarts?” He was mildly curious, but mostly felt awkward of any prolonged silence. Even if it was comfortable in nature, it was still just too... quiet. It unnerved him, for some reason.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU COME OUT TO PLAY? DEAR PRUDENCE, GREET THE BRAND NEW DAY! THE SUN IS UP, THE SKY IS BLUE... IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU OPEN UP YOUR EYES? DEAR PRUDENCE, SEE THE SUNNY SKIES? THE WIND IS LOW, THE BIRDS WILL SING... THAT YOU ARE PART OF EVERYTHING.
ｐｒｕｄｅｎｃｅ ｌｏｗｅｒｙ １０ ｙｅａｒｓ ｏｌｄ ｐｕｒｅｂｌｏｏｄ
company- Louie location- Flourish and Blotts thinking- Books, books, and more books... wearing- n/a
Pru shrugged rather smugly; she was proud of her efforts, after all. She was a natural with animals, had to be, with so many of them always around. It was lucky she wasn't allergic to fur or anything like that. It would have made for a miserable childhood. "It's prob'ly 'cause they'll go after muggles if they see 'em. And don't they eat everythin', besides?" She bit her lower lip. "She might know- I know they don't even let you bring regular dogs until you're at least a third year or somethin' like that." She was glad he was easily keeping pace with her, since she tended to brusquely swerve around people, mumbling childish "sorry"s and "excuse me"s as she went. No one was going to stop to berate a slightly rude ten year old, anyways. "We could stop in, later, to ask her, if you like," she offered generously, confident her mother wouldn't mind, so long as she wasn't busy with actual customers, rather than two curious children.
"Is your family known for bein' bad with Potions?" she remarked questioningly. "I've no clue how I'll do- not even sure what classes to look forward to an' which to dread- bet I'll hate History of Magic, though, even if it isn't taught by an old ghost anymore." She could think of nothing worse than being forced to sit still, indoors, for half an hour, taking notes on dead people and dead places and events. Potions sounded alright, though. At least it was doing something other than sitting and writing. She waited patiently in the door way of the shop for him and held it open for him by leaning all her weight back against it before letting it close firmly behind her. She followed after him, scanning the silent rows of books. "Two," she answered. "Jar an' Adje. Or, Jarlath and Adrienne. Jarlath's a fifth year, Adrienne's a third year. I'm the youngest. Jar's a Hufflepuff like-," she hesitated for a split second before making the abrupt recovery, but the shadow still passed over her face and her brown eyes darkened for a moment. "Like my dad was. Adje is a Gryffindor, like Mum. No idea where I'll go. Either is fine with me. I don't think they'll put me in Ravenclaw, as for Slytherin- who knows." Wasn't Slytherin the house that tended to surprise people, anyways? She turned her gaze, less hard now, on Louie. "Where do you think you'll go? Ooh, and 'ere's Standard Book of Spells, Grade One." She snatched it off a shelf and handed it to him helpfully.
ｄｅａｒ ｐｒｕｄｅｎｃｅ， ｗｏｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｍｅ ｏｕｔ ａｎｄ ｐｌａｙ？
The Beast and Harlot
LOOK AROUND, ROUND AND ROUND! DEAR PRUDENCE, LET ME SEE YOU SMILE. THE CLOUDS WILL BE A DAISY CHAIN... SO LET ME SEE YOU SMILE AGAIN.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU COME OUT TO PLAY? DEAR PRUDENCE, GREET THE BRAND NEW DAY! THE SUN IS UP, THE SKY IS BLUE... IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU.
Louie seemed a bit surprised to hear that. But he supposed it made sense, they were loyal to wizards, after all. He just hoped attacking muggles and eating everything didn't blend together into one act. Still, it really was a shame that their second tail had to be cut off. It had to be one of the coolest parts about a crup. But, his owl wasn't all that bad, too bad he wouldn't be much help anyway—not with his parents on a cruise. Well, maybe he could, but Louie wouldn't want to risk the poor bird fighting fatigue over international waters. It just sounded cruel. ”Really? That'd be wicked.” He perked up a little at that, it was hard not to, maybe they'll get a chance to play with some kittens. He smile was a little crooked, but that might have been because of his two front teeth, and tilted angle they were set in. He tousled his cold dirty blond hair and fingered the spine of several leather bound books as he passed them.
”Not really, I guess.” He shrugged and scrunched his brows as he pondered the best way to explain himself. ”Jus' not interested in it I suppose, it's not like I'm the black sheep of a family of potioneers or anything.” He commented idly as he browsed through another set of shelves labeled for Herbology textbooks. ”It just sounds hard, y'know? Like transfigurations... I don't think History of Magic'll be all that bad.” He suggested. ”I think it'll be better than Herbology though,” he grasped and shook One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi for dramatic effect until he tucked it under his arm for safe keeping. ”I'm allergic to all sorts of bloody things, so that'll be fun.” He mused sarcastically with the roll of his eyes. ”Mostly just stings and bites, though.” He spared a quick glance over his shoulder towards Pru, and offered a bit of a frown. She seemed upset, if only for just that moment, and he felt uncomfortable to question it any. It wasn't his place, right? And anyway, they'd only just met. What if it was something serious? He chewed on his lip as he strode several steps farther down the aisle to continue browsing.
”Who? Me?” He paused and frowned. 'Why did I say that? Of course she meant me.' He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at himself but instead turned to face her directly. ”Oh... I dunno. I can't really seem to decide either. I think I would like Ravenclaw, but my mum swears I'll be Slytherin.” He didn't seem at all disappointed by the fact, nor surprised. ”Oh, wicked, thanks.” He nodded and gently tucked the Miranda Goshawk textbook under his arm stacked against the other. That's when he spotted a copy of a first year potions textbook and snatched it up too. ”So, did you get your wand yet? My birthday isn't for another few months, so,” he explained. He'd have to make another trip back to Ollivanders after his birthday, he knew. And he couldn't wait for that day.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU COME OUT TO PLAY? DEAR PRUDENCE, GREET THE BRAND NEW DAY! THE SUN IS UP, THE SKY IS BLUE... IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU OPEN UP YOUR EYES? DEAR PRUDENCE, SEE THE SUNNY SKIES? THE WIND IS LOW, THE BIRDS WILL SING... THAT YOU ARE PART OF EVERYTHING.
ｐｒｕｄｅｎｃｅ ｌｏｗｅｒｙ １０ ｙｅａｒｓ ｏｌｄ ｐｕｒｅｂｌｏｏｄ
company- Louie location- Flourish and Blotts thinking- Books, books, and more books... wearing- n/a
Pru smiled a little at the mention of it being "wicked"; he seemed genuinely eager, after all, and she always liked showing off the animals, whether it was the somber, sleeping owls or the exuberant puppies or the coy kittens or even the lizards and toads and turtles and the like... "Transfiguration sounds really difficult," she agreed. "Most likely take me ages an' ages to get it. Not sure 'bout Herbology. Could be drop dead boring... could be kinda interesting." She snickered at his theatrical shaking of the textbook and shook her head a little, rustling her dark bangs. "Aw, are you? That's too bad." She was just serious enough to really sound earnest, and she was, though she did appear to be checking him as if to make sure he wasn't about to keel over. Hey, you never knew when a spider just could descend on down from the ceiling and- well, yeah.
He frowned then and she felt bad for making things awkward, because number one rule of dead parent was don't mention dead parent, as it tended to instantly dampen the mood and besides... There wasn't much point in feeling sorry for herself. You just had to deal with it and try to cover the hole inside as much as you could, or get something to fill it. Pru hadn't found anything to fill it yet. She moved to the side to let him by as he continued down the aisle and instinctively held her breath when he paused and the turned. His mum swore he'd be Slytherin? Was he from one of those families where nearly everyone was in Slytherin, or had he just been a bratty kid? She felt bad thinking it, of course not all Slytherins had been bratty children, or were bratty children, but stereotypes would be stereotypes and the only Slytherin she knew was her mum's... friend. Boyfriend sounded strange, she concluded once again, as she examined several titles.
She groaned loudly at the mention of her birthday. "Ugh, no, almost there though. My birthday is Christmas Day," she explained with a sheepish sort of "yeah, I know," look on her face. "I just really, really want to know which one will choose me," she continued sheepishly. "I'm more excited for my wand than presents, really." She turned her attention back to a shelf, pulling out a copy of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection to hand to him. "That should be useful," she joked.
ｄｅａｒ ｐｒｕｄｅｎｃｅ， ｗｏｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｍｅ ｏｕｔ ａｎｄ ｐｌａｙ？
The Beast and Harlot
LOOK AROUND, ROUND AND ROUND! DEAR PRUDENCE, LET ME SEE YOU SMILE. THE CLOUDS WILL BE A DAISY CHAIN... SO LET ME SEE YOU SMILE AGAIN.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU COME OUT TO PLAY? DEAR PRUDENCE, GREET THE BRAND NEW DAY! THE SUN IS UP, THE SKY IS BLUE... IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU.
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spaceWesley ushered the child into the bookstore with a faint smile, honestly surprised that he was still capable of such. Not that the child was bothersome, and really, he was more than used to long days dealing with hyper children. Simply put, typically by now, he was Done. There was only so much a person could take, after all. But, he was relatively relaxed still, in spite of Lyall's hyperactivity an the teasing of the various shopkeeps, Fiona and Loki in particular. He did wonder how exactly he'd managed to become the butt of so many jokes. He was hardly the only person who carried themselves as he did. But, oh, well. He glanced down at the child."Alright, then. I do believe your books are the last of the necessary supplies?"he asked, trying to take inventory in his head. He didn't think they'd forgotten anything... he really should've been better at keeping track of that by now.
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