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Cassirin · 04-27-2020, 12:40 AM

SPOILER!!: B&I

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Bernie was definitely expressive, that was for sure. Ilya...maybe Ilya didn't know about her drama in the Forbidden Forest? If so, that was an episode she didn't care to repeat, so she'd just let it....er, sleeping dogs lie? Was it wrong to use that expression here? Either way, she remained quiet for a beat, looking out the window and remembering last year with a somber face.

"I know," she answered Ilya in a small little voice. It was true; she was one of those do-gooders that overdid things and ended up causing more trouble by accident than anything. Bernadette just hadn't learned how to avoid (or NOT do) things....yet....

Sigh. She looked up as an interruption --- a happy one! With a cat! YAY! --- came barreling into their compartment. "Pheebs!" She beamed at her co-parent, as frazzled as she seemed. "I haven't been successful in finding anyone yet either, but the train just took off." So. It was early still. And by anyone, she really only meant Claudine, but she wouldn't be mad about seeing Blake or even Isla or Cece. Good ol' Cece. Bernie beckoned to her housemate to sit down beside her by pat-patting the seat.

"Who's your friend?" The cat, obviously, she was asking about the kitty cat. COULD SHE HOLD IT???? Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase?

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Ilya watched Bernie remain quiet, underline that please, and look out the window. She didn't get excited at the thought of dog ghosts or anything, she didn't ask him a million questions either. He sat upright, letting his feet touch the ground and almost asked if she was okay.

Okay, next time he was choosing the back cars because what was with the loud people coming in here one after the other? Although he did like and enjoy the company of those two in particular, so maybe he shouldn't complain about every single thing that happened today. After his hair settled to blonde, again, Ilya frowned in concentration at Phoebe's... tangent? "Uhm. I don't think you're going to find anyone if you don't know who you're looking for." He was not being lame, he was being correct. Thank you very much.

The cat did seem in distress over there, though. "The train eating people would be the least of our problems this year. I actually think Gernie over here is turning into a mature old woman." He smirked at Bernie. Was this mean? He was just trying to cheer her up.

"This is Beans," Phoebe placed the cat gently on the floor, and Beans darted for the closed compartment door. Destined for disappointment, that's right. "You can pet her. She's a good cuddler, in spite of the fact that she acts so rotten." Maybe she wouldn't be so rotten if not carried around like a football, but whatever. Phoebe sunk into one of the seats and crossed her arms across her chest.

"I know who I'm looking for, Ilya, but I can't find them. We're supposed to sit together." And it wasn't like she was going to cry over it or anything, although her chin felt dangerously wobbly. "I know I interrupted you guys. Sorry." Not sorry. "You can talk about whatever you want and I'll just sit here and be a pest. I promise I won't interrupt anymore."

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Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,209 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Bernie and Ilya Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee SPOILER!!: B&I Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Bernie was definitely expressive, that was for sure. Ilya...maybe Ilya didn't know about her drama in the Forbidden Forest? If so, that was an episode she didn't care to repeat, so she'd just let it....er, sleeping dogs lie? Was it wrong to use that expression here? Either way, she remained quiet for a beat, looking out the window and remembering last year with a somber face. "I know," she answered Ilya in a small little voice. It was true; she was one of those do-gooders that overdid things and ended up causing more trouble by accident than anything. Bernadette just hadn't learned how to avoid (or NOT do) things....yet.... Sigh. She looked up as an interruption --- a happy one! With a cat! YAY! --- came barreling into their compartment. "Pheebs!" She beamed at her co-parent, as frazzled as she seemed. "I haven't been successful in finding anyone yet either, but the train just took off." So. It was early still. And by anyone, she really only meant Claudine, but she wouldn't be mad about seeing Blake or even Isla or Cece. Good ol' Cece. Bernie beckoned to her housemate to sit down beside her by pat-patting the seat. "Who's your friend?" The cat, obviously, she was asking about the kitty cat. COULD SHE HOLD IT???? Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase? Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Ilya watched Bernie remain quiet, underline that please, and look out the window. She didn't get excited at the thought of dog ghosts or anything, she didn't ask him a million questions either. He sat upright, letting his feet touch the ground and almost asked if she was okay. Okay, next time he was choosing the back cars because what was with the loud people coming in here one after the other? Although he did like and enjoy the company of those two in particular, so maybe he shouldn't complain about every single thing that happened today. After his hair settled to blonde, again, Ilya frowned in concentration at Phoebe's... tangent? "Uhm. I don't think you're going to find anyone if you don't know who you're looking for." He was not being lame, he was being correct. Thank you very much. The cat did seem in distress over there, though. "The train eating people would be the least of our problems this year. I actually think Gernie over here is turning into a mature old woman." He smirked at Bernie. Was this mean? He was just trying to cheer her up. "This is Beans," Phoebe placed the cat gently on the floor, and Beans darted for the closed compartment door. Destined for disappointment, that's right. "You can pet her. She's a good cuddler, in spite of the fact that she acts so rotten." Maybe she wouldn't be so rotten if not carried around like a football, but whatever. Phoebe sunk into one of the seats and crossed her arms across her chest. "I know who I'm looking for, Ilya, but I can't find them. We're supposed to sit together." And it wasn't like she was going to cry over it or anything, although her chin felt dangerously wobbly. "I know I interrupted you guys. Sorry." Not sorry. "You can talk about whatever you want and I'll just sit here and be a pest. I promise I won't interrupt anymore." __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest