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 Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 6:06 pm
I d i s a p p r o v e of what you say.... fallenfallenthekinghasfallen / cryingcryingashelaydying / oncetwiceandthricetheysang / hispitifulohhispooryoungmajesty / weepweepweepohweep / weepyepeopleforyourking
♚ Kasdeja de Assi ♚
1st Year, Ravenclaw
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✖✖- - -"I see," he replied. It must be nice having a sibling. When she shifted from her sister's lovelife to Hogwarts, he thought for a moment before coming up with his answer. "It's good," he smiled. "I've met a lot of good people, so it's not as difficult as I'd expected." he explained. Kas grinned sheepishly. "It's not that I'm having much trouble, to be honest. I don't find some of the subjects as interesting, so I don't get to work on them. It's not a good habit of mine, but I can't find it in me to care enough to break it."
"I like Potions and a number of other subjects. The variations of it all make me curious," he said.
.... but I will d e f e n d to my D E A T H your right to say it. seehiscrownwhereitsadlylays / hescreameduntiltheendofhisdays / hiseyeswideopenhisheadtohang / fatedtodeathbeforehewasgrown / weepweepweepohweep / yourking
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 8:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 10:21 pm
The first thing Kas noted about his companions was that they liked to talk.
Granted, they were all children. But it was just something he had noticed in particular. During the course of the conversation, when Echo had remarked a little sullenly on his name, he mentally agreed with Piera, thinking otherwise and was of the opinion that it was a unique name. Sharing a few more things about his family's names and their opinions- - - yet another occurrence to record the over-information, not that he was complaining- - - Kas and the others found out that it was his mother who was the original quirky one of the family and who had given both Gypsy and Echo their names, which he gleaned was a rather grudging reluctant agreement on the part of their father, apparently. Also to include was Echo's sort-of-rivalry with his sister, who was his polar opposite in more than many ways and went about showing her sisterly affection- - - from what he had observed- - - in not an entirely wrong way, but in a way that didn't endear her to Echo. Not all the blame could be placed on the Metamorphmagus- - - though she could try to understand a bit more that that was not the way to approach a thinker- - - because Echo could also do a bit more on his part in explaining and clarifying things with Gypsy instead of simply getting aggravated. It wasn't his place, however, so until then, he would keep his mouth shut.
The mention of the study groups by David brought a small sigh to being, reminding him that he still had an upcoming mission- - - hopefully Cat could tag along and the presence of Piera would lessen his strict educational views- - - to get the brunette to loosen up at his age of eleven. That would be a challenge he would have to tackle in the near future. Hearing the question of his attire's colour come up again from Echo, he was beat to it by Piera and David who had both answered and elaborated on how it came to be. Smiling in wry amusement, he sat back and made himself comfortable, leaving the main body of the conversation in the other three's hands. He laughed quietly at Piera's enthusiasm, finding it endearing and David's equal enthusiasm in education, which he had already found very admirable in someone so young. However, even if there was a lot going on, the young redhead didn't fail to notice the small blush that Echo had sported while he was looking at him.
He wasn't vain or made assumptions and neither did he have the tendency to assume it was him he was looking at, but with the question that followed the look, it apparently was. It was flattering that someone would find him attractive, to be honest. It probably wouldn't be too good for him in the long run, however. His ego might inflate. And with how it was, being borderline egotistic, that probably wouldn't be a good thing. Laughing as Piera repeated the compliment from earlier, Kas looked over at Echo- - - who in all honesty was not bad-looking at all- - - and waved his hand towards the other two. "That is pretty much what happened, though it was my choice," he admitted. "As David mentioned, I'm not too fond of the colour." Turning to Piera, he answered her last question. "He's a Second-Year, Piera. He's also in Slytherin, but from how it looks, I think he likes it better here."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 4:51 am
i m p r e s s s u r p r i s e b e d a z z l e m e - - -
h u f f l e p u f f t a b l e ✖
n o o n e ✖
t h e u s u a l ✖
a m u s e d ✖
s i n g l e ✖
The blonde slid onto the bench, like he did last year, laughing as he halted to a stop on the smooth surface, friction finally doing its job. Second year! Del couldn't believe it had been a year already! Waving at the new first year, the Borson took a seat, resting his head on folded arms as he watched the Sorting.
To think, he had been there just last year! His thoughts wandered off in a little while, as it was apt to do. He wondered about his classmates, his classes, school, life in particular, food and Victor. The upperclassman really was adorable, proven over and over again when he got to see the other boy. Bringing himself out of it, the Hufflepuff brought one leg up on the bench, hugging it close to his body as he continued to watch the Sorting.
The poor dears.
They must be so nervous.
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