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Cassirin · 06-11-2020, 01:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Ilya didn't know what to expect from Gryffindors anymore. Why was Fee laughing? Ilya was being serious, it was physically impossible for him to carry her ~~yet~~. What was so funny about this--oh. She wasn't laughing at the fact, she was laughing at him. Sort of. He wasn't offended. "Oh. Uhm. I can't hold you because we're physically the same size and I don't exercise." He reworded. Why did he reword? He usually didn't care. If it was Bernie, he wouldn't have reworded, he knew that for sure. Not because he was mean but because she didn't know how to articulate the problem in what he would say the same way Fee did.

Again, she discarded their whole conversation about how he was not a fit person to save her should she fall. He found himself take a couple of steps closer to where she sat on the railing. Just in case. His blue eyes fixated on the railing and how her legs held on to it. "Not surprised." That she didn't like feeling lonely with a book. "Characters are just people, so there are some who I like and others who annoy me." He leaned just a tiiiiiiiiny bit sideways on the bridge. "I don't read stories a lot, actually. I read about history a lot. I want to learn more about philosophy, too." Although right now, it seemed a bit too complicated. "I read about transfiguration and Metamorphmagi." That last one was a given. He wanted to learn about his future opportunities and limits as a Metamorphmagus.

Phoebe wiggled her fingers at Ilya, inviting him to come sit with her on the railing. It had been holding up students for, like, a thousand years, and what were the chances it was going to buckle under the weight of two third years? And today, of all days? It was perfectly safe, see? She patted the railing, just in case he didn't understand what finger wiggles meant.

"Characters aren't people. I mean, they're written people, but they aren't able to give anything back." Phoebe kicked her heels lightly against the bridge slats and wondered at what sort of person preferred history and philosophy over stories. STORIES, with action and romance and monsters and heroes. Those were the best part of books, when Phoebe slowed down enough to read them. "Tell me philosophy. Make me a believer. Because right now, I think your life is short a dragon warrior queen and a cursed necklace."

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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	Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Ilya didn't know what to expect from Gryffindors anymore. Why was Fee laughing? Ilya was being serious, it was physically impossible for him to carry her ~~yet~~. What was so funny about this--oh. She wasn't laughing at the fact, she was laughing at him. Sort of. He wasn't offended. "Oh. Uhm. I can't hold you because we're physically the same size and I don't exercise." He reworded. Why did he reword? He usually didn't care. If it was Bernie, he wouldn't have reworded, he knew that for sure. Not because he was mean but because she didn't know how to articulate the problem in what he would say the same way Fee did. Again, she discarded their whole conversation about how he was not a fit person to save her should she fall. He found himself take a couple of steps closer to where she sat on the railing. Just in case. His blue eyes fixated on the railing and how her legs held on to it. "Not surprised." That she didn't like feeling lonely with a book. "Characters are just people, so there are some who I like and others who annoy me." He leaned just a tiiiiiiiiny bit sideways on the bridge. "I don't read stories a lot, actually. I read about history a lot. I want to learn more about philosophy, too." Although right now, it seemed a bit too complicated. "I read about transfiguration and Metamorphmagi." That last one was a given. He wanted to learn about his future opportunities and limits as a Metamorphmagus. Phoebe wiggled her fingers at Ilya, inviting him to come sit with her on the railing. It had been holding up students for, like, a thousand years, and what were the chances it was going to buckle under the weight of two third years? And today, of all days? It was perfectly safe, see? She patted the railing, just in case he didn't understand what finger wiggles meant. "Characters aren't people. I mean, they're written people, but they aren't able to give anything back." Phoebe kicked her heels lightly against the bridge slats and wondered at what sort of person preferred history and philosophy over stories. STORIES, with action and romance and monsters and heroes. Those were the best part of books, when Phoebe slowed down enough to read them. "Tell me philosophy. Make me a believer. Because right now, I think your life is short a dragon warrior queen and a cursed necklace." __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest