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 Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 7:21 am
Makala followed at a walk, allowing Seamus to go ahead as quickly as he needed. She laughed lightly as she entered the common room and found him holding it. "You simply must take better care of your things," she said in a mock-chastizing voice, putting her hand on her hip and shaking her finger dramatically at him. But it was difficult to keep up the charade, and ended up laughing. Once she got over the brief fit of giggles, she plopped down in the nearest chair. "So what now? Anywhere else you have to rush to to check on someone or find something?" she joked.
OOC - Sorry for the slow response, my internet's been out for a while.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:35 pm
Seamus sniffed at the younger girl, offended. "I don't lose things. This was an isolated incident." He smiled though, showing that he wasn't taking himself too seriously. But he would have been in deep had it not been found. He rose gracefully and strapped the watch to his wrist. Turning back to Makala he remained standing and said, "What now indeed. I think I've thoroughly impressed you enough with my culinary expertise."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:49 pm
Makala let out a light laugh, rolling her eyes at the boy. "Are you so sure about that?" she continued in her joking manner. She glanced at the girl sitting on the sofa - she hadn't been there before. It was obvious the girl was older than her; sixth year, perhaps? Then she remembered where she had sene her before - standing in front of the door outside. A snicker escaped the fourth year, but she left it at that. Directing her attention back to Seamus, her expression changed back to that of boredom. "What time is it anyway? We may have some time to go somewhere besides this boring place," she waved her hand around to show she meant the common room, "before curfew."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:46 pm
Seamus glanced at his newly found watch. He chose to ignore the girl's previous comment. "It looks like we just missed it." He turned to the girl sitting on the couch a little ways away. "Oi. On the couch, did we miss the bell? I don't remember hearing it."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:50 am
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? Christophe was coming back from a detention. He had really pissed off the caretaker. It had started out as a simple prank but the teen's wandering mind had turned it into something more. It wasn't his fault that paying attention was hard. Chris had only wanted to scare a few people. Turning your transfiguration book into a rather large spider in the middle of a crowded hallway was not considered scaring a few people. It had scared pretty much anyone who wasn't a slytherin. Most of his house mates were used to his antics. Chris had fixed his book quickly but the caretaker found him before any teacher did.
The red head thought it was a wonderfully executed example of his skills in transfiguration. Too bad the transfiguration teacher hadn't seen it! He yawned as he reached the dungeons. He was safe out in the hallways for the time being, the caretaker had told on of the prefects that Chris was to be allowed out late just this once as he had been let out of detention late. Detention had been cleaning the great hall floor along with a few other detention bound students. Sounds easy right? They had to clean the great hall's floor without magic. Anyting they could use to clean was allowed, the teen had even been using a toothbrush at one point. His hands were now hurting, he even found a blister. Christophe had vowed to get that damn caretaker back for it later.
"Zat moronic bouffon! My 'andz really 'urt. 'Ow do zem muggles do eet?" He whined. He glared at the wall that would allow him into the common room, trying to remember the password. Something he couldn't pronounce for sure. "Non!" The teen cried. "I vant to sleep." He said pleadingly, as if his complaining would make the wall open. It remained unchanged. "Tu m'emmerdes." Christophe muttered, sliding down into a sitting position by the wall. He blew some on his hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall back into the same place. After repeating the action a few more times, he pulled a hair tie off of his wrist and put his hair in a messy ponytail. The hallway after the wall was too long for anyone to hear him, most of the people were probably in bed already. Hopefully someone would come along or realize that he wasn't in bed and go searching for him. <3 (( Hope this post is alright, I'm not used to being in a guild.
Translation time XD
Je m'appelle - I am called/My name is
Ça va? - What's up? (It's informal)
bouffon - a*****e, buffoon
Non - No
Tu m'emmerdes - You're pissing me off
Also morgana, I was wondering how seamus is in two places at once? How is he at the lake right now and in the common room? (unless he left the lake?)
Sorry to bug you, I'm just a bit confused >< NVM Ruruka explained to me. It's still pretty confusing. XD))
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 2:03 pm
She was rather unimpressed. Her uniform socks had been replaced with nylons, making her legs look more ladylike, unlike those horrendous wool socks. Seeing a relatively tall boy, obviously not knowing the password, sitting by the wall, Ascella let out a rather unimpressive, slytherinny snort. However, from several steps before, she could hear him speak, and in french. Dammit, I guess I wont be able to speak french when I don't want anyone to understand.Her eyes stopped on the boy, her expression border-lining 'unimpressed'. It was obvious that she had yet to see him before, either that, or Ascella just never noticed him, or never cared to commit him to her memory. With a simple shrug, Ascella looked up at the Dungeon wall, her eyes closed, her shoulders back, her finished book clutched in her small hands.
Ascella had spent her last few moments before entering the common room, just relaxing in the tower near the lake, a Harlequin romance in hand. She had just finished the book, the one she started earlier this morning. This is rather unhappy-making. I finished the last book I got for christmas...I need to send Melanie an owl and tell her, she'll be sure to send me some new reading material. Melanie was her oldest sibling, her only sister, who currently was living in Belgium at the age of 19, married, and "Blessed" with a six month baby boy. Ascella's nephew was Elliot Cole, a name she absolutely loved, not for the fact that she liked the name itself, but because Melanie refused to name her first son after his father. Lawrence. The thought of her brother-in-law made her skin crawl, and just then a shudder went through her body, her skin now covered in light goosebumps.
Closing her eyes for a split second, the cornslik haired girl took a deep, slow breath, before muttering the password, "Snickering Sneazles.", and waiting for the door to open. With a slight frown, Ascella looked to her side, where the red head boy was sitting.
"Un autre Français, et un slytherin à initialiser. Modérément impressionnant. Cependant, le fait que vous avez oublié le mot de passe concerne plutôt." Raising a single eyebrow at the boy, and using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, Ascella motioned towards the open common room. The soft glow from the candles set an odd, almost ominous glow from both the staircases, and the inside of the common room.
(Translation-
Another Frenchman, and slytherin to boot. Mildly impressive. Yet, the fact that you forgot the password is rather concerning.)
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 2:56 pm
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? This was sooo boring! Waiting here for someone could take forever. If no one came until morning he would have to sleep right here on the floor. His mind had begun to wander to other places, like his bed or to homework he was supposed to do. After enough thinking, he'd bore himself to sleep. Christophe had barely heard someone coming. Too bad his mind was wandering. He looked up when he realized someone was there, quickly standing up. The rather short girl had to know the password. "Dieu merci! I thought I'd 'ave to sleep out 'ere." The teen said giving a rather thankful smile. Even if the girl didn't like or know him, he was glad she had randomly appeared. When he heard her say the password he sighed. How had he forgotten that? He'd blame it on his wandering mind for now.
Chris bit his lip. He'd never met the girl before, probably seen her around. How had he never figured out that she spoke french? "Enchanté. I just came back frome detention. Scrubbing the great 'all down is tiring." He said rolling his eyes. He'd reminded himself of the annoying caretaker, who really seemed to have it out for him. "Comment vous appelez-vous?" Christophe asked, trying to be polite. It wasn't often that you found someone who could speak french. He looked to the open door, smiling before he spoke. "Ladies first." <3 (( haha XD Chris is tall now. Pretty much anyone is taller than Ascella though ;] I've always imagined him around 5'11"
Translations:
Dieu merci! - Thank goodness!
Enchantée - Pleasure to meet you
Comment vous appelez-vous? - What is your name?
-.- sorry this is so short, My mom is dragging me to my dad's house. I won't be on until later tonight. You can just had Chris follow her.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 7:28 pm
"Maybe I should have let you sleep out here," Her tone was less than kind, mainly for the simple irritation by the fact that he was so much taller than she was. Is everyone the Eiffel tower or what? Her brow curled into a small frown, her eyes gazing up at his, tough the small smirk on her face just from the sheer fact that someone else, and a slytherin, could speak french, fluently.
"My name is Ascella Henther. Not French I know, but my mother is french, my father, not as much.. I was born in Normandy, and my mother won the rock paper scissors game to name me. To bad she was obsessed with astrology at the time." With a rather exasperated sigh, accompanied by a small smirk, Ascella looked over to the boy, sort of expecting a gentlemanly bow from such a Frenchman.
"And your name would be..." With her eyebrow raised in a rather inquisitive style, Ascella started towards the common room, nodding respectively as she finally did get her bow as he let her go in first. Without responding to any of the other trivial things he spoke of, like detention, Ascella took a seat on the couch, her legs crossing at the ankles in an almost princess-like fashion, her book on her lap.
"Est-ce que maintenant, pourquoi j'ai rencontré votre connaissance avant ? Je n'ai jamais su d'un autre slytherin qui a parlé français fluent, étais encore moins réellement un Français." I have to admit, he isn't unfortunate looking, but he is no Bellator, let alone an Owens.
(Translation- Now, why have I not met your acquaintance before? I never knew of another slytherin who spoke fluent French, let alone was actually a Frenchman.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 10:53 am
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place. Christophe didn't know what he'd done to upset her. "Waz eet somezing I said?" He questioned. He wasn't going to bother pointing out that he'd heard her say the password and therefore could have gotten in if he wanted to. The girl seemed like someone who would get angry quickly. And now she was smirking at him? Chris was loyal to his house but half way through the year he had begun to think that people from Slytherin were a little nuts, himself included. Their house had a bad rep, now people would just think they were crazy.
"Christophe Chandler." He replied simply. "My father named me. 'E and mum are both french." Chris added, smiling. It made him think of home. His father may not have been his real father but he loved him either way. Christophe only worried about what would happen if Mr. Chandler found out. He followed Ascella into the common room, seeing three other people besides them were still awake. He didn't know any of the people, maybe their names and that was it. "Je ne sais pas. Oh! Vat year are you in? I'm in sixth." Chris said suddenly. She could have had different classes than he did, or be in a completely different year. He seated himself in a nearby armchair, turning sideways so his legs were over the arm rests. When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way,
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell <3 (( translation-
Je ne sais pas - I don't know.
One of my friends might want to join the guild, her name is minidiggy1233. She's my friend who speaks french XD. ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:30 pm
"Nothing you said. Just irritated that everyone is taller than I am." With a shrug, she looked over at Christoph, her expression rather platonic with a hint of entertainment. Over the years of being in London, Ascella had been able to master the skill of talking in the British accent, and this, half of the people she knew would only know that she was french because of her frequent mentions of Bastille. And her reputation of loving fine wine.
"A full Fledged French boy, how impressive. Yet, I haven't seen many french boys with red hair. Though, I must say, you may want to work on your accent, some of your words would be incomprehensible to those who do not speak french."Her eyes drifted, seeing the two students that practically scorned her in the kitchens. Good thing she had rescued her sweets, and they were up under her bed in a magically cooled container.
As to her question about class year, Ascella smiled, rather astonished at the fact that Christophe was only a sixth year.
"I'm a seventh year. I have but one month of school left, and then I'm off to see the world."
I really, really do hope that I won't be talked out of my "after school" plans. I want to go visit Belgium, Romania, The Ukraine, Russia, and even The US. Her mind was obviously elsewhere, her eyes floating around the room as she scanned everything from the younger students, to the older students, the walls, the candles, everything.
Her breathing was stable as she looked around, almost silent as she took a recollection of the day. Did I take my medicine? Oh goodness, I'm pretty sure I did...Did I? Oh I wont worry about it, I haven't forgotten it yet, but I still think I have. I'm good. After she came back to reality, Ascella realized what a ridiculous position Christophe was in, and it made a small laugh come out of her mouth.
"Christoph, you are a rather odd character, For a slytherin." Then again, so is Dexter...
(Tell her to send me a link to some roleplaying stuff if she wants an acceptance earlier, and I'll see if she is fit candidate for the guild. C: .)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 2:43 pm
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place. "Oh. You're not zat short." He commented. He was used to being taller than his family, they'd all recieved the short gene. The twins hadn't quite started growing yet, they were little shorties for now. "Impressive?" He repeated, a bit confused by the statement. He didn't see how he was impressive. Sure being french was nice. Ascella must not have met many other french hogwarts students. Red hair, it wasn't common in france. If anyone did have it, they dyed it away. His father and his cursed red hair. Many kids in muggle school had made fun of him for it.
"I 'ad to learn quick. People deal vith ze accent." Chris said shrugging. People ad to deal with his accent, he wasn't going to change it for them. It wasn't that hard to understand though. "Iz eet bad?" He asked, trying to determine how much different his speech sounded from everyone elses'. He'd never realy focused on it that much before, his parents' accents were even worse. The twins were learning a lot of english this year so they could come to hogwarts and actually be able to speak english. "Zat's going to be fun." Christophe said thinking of all the different places she could go. It was amazing really.
He slid down further into the chair, putting his head on the other arm rest. The teen could have slept like that if he wanted to, he'd done it before when no one bothered to wake him up. "Merci." He replied, grinning. "Zey put me 'ere for a reason." Chris added. He himself didn't know why he'd been put in Slytherin, after a few years he figured it out. Slytherin was the only house he could have fit into, besides maybe ravenclaw. When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way,
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell <3 (( XD Haha. Poor red heads..))
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:39 pm
"I'm shorter than just about everyone at school, so yet, I am short,"shrugging her shoulders at the end of her sentence, Ascella let her mind wander. I wonder how Salazar Slytherin liked hogwarts. Or did he just chill in the dungeons the whole time, or in the chamber of secrets.
What would have happened if Harry had died when voldemort attacked him. Would any of us be alive if such a tragedy happened? I guess at this stage it doesn't really matter
Ascella was feeling rather restless, and after setting her book down on the end table, Ascella bounced to her feet, her skirt floating up and down just as lightly and gently as her hair did.
"It's not...To bad I guess. To tell the truth, It takes me a moment to transfer my thinking from French to english, jut because I only speak english over the summer, and christmas. Maybe it is just me." Ascella continued her conversation pacing back and forth, her fingers twidling the fabric of her un-tucked dress shirt. Ascella looked rather messy, as her best friend Dexter would put it "Sexed", or "The appearance you would have after having sex." Apparently, from Dexter's opinion, Ascella would have great after-sex-hair. To bad she would have to wait quite a while to test his theory. The memory of the conversation that took place between her and Dexter made a small laugh emit from her throat.
"Votre bienvenue naturellement," her automatic response almost took her off guard, mainly to the fact that he responded in French.
"And what reason would that be Christophe?"
(Translation- Your welcome of course)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 5:53 pm
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place. "You're taller zen my brothers. Unless zey grew again." He said biting his lip in though. She probably was, the twins were short. His parents were both short so they were gonna end up short too. The red head raised a quizzical brow as she jumped to her feet. Odd girl indeed. Pretty yes, but still odd. She belonged in slytherin. "I 'ad trouble at first." Christophe said, remembering his first year of hogwarts. He'd barely been able to talk to anyone, he had to carry around a french to english dictionary and ask people for help all the time.
Chris had the thought to ask her why she was pacing around, it was like she suddenly had a bunch of energy. He'd usually be the same way if he weren't so tired. When she asked for the reason he was in slytherin, a genuine smirk appeared. He had to explain it to his mother too, and had been trying to make Slytherin sound good at the same time. "I'm to much of a troublemaker for 'Ufflepuff. Ze 'at didn't even think about eet." Christophe began. "I'm not arrogant like a Gryffie." He said snickering. Some gryffindors really were so annoying and reckless, Chris had never met a gryffindor that was nice to him. Maybe he'd pulled one too many pranks on them? "And Ravenclaw, can you see me in zat braniac 'ouse?" Christophe said laughing at the thought. When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way,
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell <3
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:06 pm
Makala glanced over her shoulder at the two who had walked in, a smirk spreading across her face as she spotted the girl she'd seen in the kitchen earlier that had been going about in a very Muggle-like fashion. The red-headed boy she was speaking too was obviously French; his accent gave him away completly. With a bored sigh she looked at the girl on the couch Seamus had addressed quite a while ago. She hadn't said a word, or even moved. Rolling her eyes and wrinkling her nose at this rudeness, she got up and stood in front of the girl. "Hello?" she snapped. "I believe you've been asked a question. Are you deaf?" Her irritation was showing clearly on her face. "So has the bell rang or not?" Her eyes were narrowed in a slight glare as she looked at the girl, waiting for her reaction.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:38 am
"Well Christophe, I see not an ounce of Ravenclaw in you. No offense I may add." Ascella flashed him a relatively kind smile, obviously opening up to her fellow Slytherin, whom she only has done before with just one other Slytherin. "I have bits of Ravenclaw qualities, but the fact that I am a pureblood, and a bit of a b***h kind of screwed me towards Slytherin. Though, after seven years I truly do not mind. I actually have enjoyed my seventh year at hogwarts." I need to stop talking in French, if I continue to do as so, I will end up speaking like Grandmere. God, if that happened I would physically slap myself. Ascella let her body lean over the edge of the couch, her side resting on the back of the couch, her elbow rested on the top.
((I sent _D3monic a Pm for clarification, and I shall add more to that as soon as I fully understand the situation. Sorry for making you wait Pringales!C smile )
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