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MadAlice · 04-13-2021, 08:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

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Just as he called out to the nice smelling lady with the pretty blue eyes, an older gentleman passed between them. "Sorry sir!" he apologized for his loudness. His American accent taking on a slight panged twang. Because he wasn't sorry and so his left leg stiffened slightly, the muscles clenching in pain.

Ignatius Blackthorne raised an eyebrow and looked down his nose at the man who had raised his voice(and from his considerable height, he looked down his nose at nearly everybody, both literally and figuratively). Was the fellow actually speaking to him with what seemed to be thinly-veiled insolence? There were reasons Ignatius hadn't gone out into the world much of late, and people like this were one of them. But this summer, he was trusting no one but himself to collect his niece from the Hogwarts Express.

Besides, after the battle at Hogwarts, Ignatius was feeling invigorated as he hadn't felt in years. Yes, he still had the old skills and was able to give as well as he got, even against far younger wizards and witches. There was a reason people used to be a little fearful of him, and he revelled in the feeling of power running through him, just like in the old days.

He decided to ignore this...person, whoever he was...and merely raised one eyebrow disdainfully and continued walking down the platform to where he calculated the middle of the train would arrive.

04-13-2021, 08:28 PM	#10 (permalink)
MadAlice Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Houston, Texas Posts: 2,394 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hope Archard Ravenclaw Fifth Year	[/COLOR] Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell [color=teal] Just as he called out to the nice smelling lady with the pretty blue eyes, an older gentleman passed between them. "Sorry sir!" he apologized for his loudness. His American accent taking on a slight panged twang. Because he wasn't sorry and so his left leg stiffened slightly, the muscles clenching in pain. Ignatius Blackthorne raised an eyebrow and looked down his nose at the man who had raised his voice(and from his considerable height, he looked down his nose at nearly everybody, both literally and figuratively). Was the fellow actually speaking to him with what seemed to be thinly-veiled insolence? There were reasons Ignatius hadn't gone out into the world much of late, and people like this were one of them. But this summer, he was trusting no one but himself to collect his niece from the Hogwarts Express. Besides, after the battle at Hogwarts, Ignatius was feeling invigorated as he hadn't felt in years. Yes, he still had the old skills and was able to give as well as he got, even against far younger wizards and witches. There was a reason people used to be a little fearful of him, and he revelled in the feeling of power running through him, just like in the old days. He decided to ignore this...person, whoever he was...and merely raised one eyebrow disdainfully and continued walking down the platform to where he calculated the middle of the train would arrive.