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Hey Ju · 09-30-2014, 10:38 AM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

He stopped a smile before it really started when she looked away. So Happygoody was greedy, then. And not only that, but she was amongst those that didn't like admitting it. She was too shameless about everything to start being apprehensive about who and perhaps more appropriately, what she was now. How cute! How shy! How feminine!

That would come in handy later.

He eventually did smile, however when she got to the part about life and ambition. What's life without ambition? Boring, under stimulating to the point where it was almost physically painful and dreadfully unfulfilling.

"Maybe Professor Thompson will be showing us magical properties of animal dung." He said with a shrug and casual tone. Oooh, but maybe he would! It was sort of exciting. Cutty was willing to bet that not much study had been done in the field. He had an idea of exactly how to go about it as well without getting his hands full of...dung. All he needed was a Hufflepuff who didn't totally fail at potions. Annabeth Glasswell might've been a good candidate. Although she tended to have that robust quality that Cutty found would be grating for this particular project. "Better too early than too late." He said inspecting one of the jars he'd picked up and rubbing his thumb against a dirty spot, though possible to make it dirtier and not to clean it. He then tossed it into the air and whipped out his wand. "Confringo minimus!" He shot out at the thing practicing his spells and shattering it on it's midair descent.

Dude wasn't even gonna touch the 'I've heard that before' bit. He'd heard I've heard that before before.

"This is how I know you're expecting something in return." Agatha told Cutty bluntly yet casually, still not looking at him. She just couldn't think what, though, even if she tried really hard to guess. But not a problem, she would make the most of it and whenever he did request something in return, she'd think about it. And probably not do it, but he didn't need to know that part.

Animal dung? Agatha blinked and considered it. Then shrugged. It could be, but she still didn't see the exact usage of a jar for that. They could use whatever else, couldn't they? "Professors usually provide the material we need for lessons. It's odd that professor Thompson asked us to bring our own jars." She got her own jar that Cutty carried all the way from the Common Room - hah - and inspected it. She wasn't expecting nothign to happen, but Agatha Hapgood didn't do well with waiting and she was growing impatient. 'Better too early than too late.' Ehh. Maybe. She'd rather others wait for her than she wait for others.

She watched him ruin his jar. She would practice spells as well if only she knew she would get them right, but since that wasn't certain at all, she didn't try anything. Pulling an unimpressed face, she just sat there, looking at all the pieces of his jar before looking away again and feeling like she was one of those models that had their hair blown by the breeze. Morgana, her hair felt - and was - so beautiful and flowy.

09-30-2014, 10:38 AM	#20 (permalink)
Hey Ju Bicorn Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Octopus's Garden Posts: 16,737 Hogwarts RPG Name: Freja Hapgood-Messer Hufflepuff First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brenna Kavanaugh Slytherin Seventh Year x8 x4	Arts TRANSPONSTER! Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah He stopped a smile before it really started when she looked away. So Happygoody was greedy, then. And not only that, but she was amongst those that didn't like admitting it. She was too shameless about everything to start being apprehensive about who and perhaps more appropriately, what she was now. How cute! How shy! How feminine! That would come in handy later. He eventually did smile, however when she got to the part about life and ambition. What's life without ambition? Boring, under stimulating to the point where it was almost physically painful and dreadfully unfulfilling. "Maybe Professor Thompson will be showing us magical properties of animal dung." He said with a shrug and casual tone. Oooh, but maybe he would! It was sort of exciting. Cutty was willing to bet that not much study had been done in the field. He had an idea of exactly how to go about it as well without getting his hands full of...dung. All he needed was a Hufflepuff who didn't totally fail at potions. Annabeth Glasswell might've been a good candidate. Although she tended to have that robust quality that Cutty found would be grating for this particular project. "Better too early than too late." He said inspecting one of the jars he'd picked up and rubbing his thumb against a dirty spot, though possible to make it dirtier and not to clean it. He then tossed it into the air and whipped out his wand. "*Confringo minimus!" He shot out at the thing practicing his spells and shattering it on it's midair descent. Dude wasn't even gonna touch the 'I've heard that before'* bit. He'd heard I've heard that before before. "This is how I know you're expecting something in return." Agatha told Cutty bluntly yet casually, still not looking at him. She just couldn't think what, though, even if she tried really hard to guess. But not a problem, she would make the most of it and whenever he did request something in return, she'd think about it. And probably not do it, but he didn't need to know that part. Animal dung? Agatha blinked and considered it. Then shrugged. It could be, but she still didn't see the exact usage of a jar for that. They could use whatever else, couldn't they? "Professors usually provide the material we need for lessons. It's odd that professor Thompson asked us to bring our own jars." She got her own jar that Cutty carried all the way from the Common Room - hah - and inspected it. She wasn't expecting nothign to happen, but Agatha Hapgood didn't do well with waiting and she was growing impatient. 'Better too early than too late.' Ehh. Maybe. She'd rather others wait for her than she wait for others. She watched him ruin his jar. She would practice spells as well if only she knew she would get them right, but since that wasn't certain at all, she didn't try anything. Pulling an unimpressed face, she just sat there, looking at all the pieces of his jar before looking away again and feeling like she was one of those models that had their hair blown by the breeze. Morgana, her hair felt - and was - so beautiful and flowy. __________________ AT THE HOGWARTS YULE BALL, YOU'LL BE HANGING OUT WITH....__________________ Maybe you'll dance, scour the buffet, or end up ~~gossiping~~ talking amongst yourselves! You're happy to go with the flow and see where the Yule Ball takes you!