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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 14:26:31 GMT -5
Matthew smiled "Just happy, no reason to stand out." he picked up the now full goblet. "don't worry so much Al."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 14:33:51 GMT -5
Arthur fumed.
"N-No!-- For the love of--- Gilbert, don't make me put a ruddy silencing charm on you so you'd have to end up teaching your classes for the next two weeks in utter silence -- which of course, would probably be a blessing to your students." He remarked, folding his arms as he sat back in the headmaster's chair, seated in the middle of the staff table. He could tell that a few of the other teachers were becoming disgruntled.
"And of course. I'll believe that once Muggles create a way to fly without the use of such ridiculous machinary and waste of time and energy."
Arthur rolled his eyes and took another sip of his tea.
Pah.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 14:36:03 GMT -5
"Hey, you're my best friend in the whole world, and last time you were out of my sight for too long...."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 14:39:25 GMT -5
Matt chuckle and shakes his head. "Do not worry about it Al." he says. "Just worry about those kids you have to bring 500 feet in the air. " He pushes his hair back and locks eyes with him.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 29, 2010 14:45:51 GMT -5
The tears amused him, a slight smile back on his lips. Just the perfect way to try and get rid of his troubles, bothering the hell out of Raivis. He wans't looking for the dark side to come out, even though he was aware his cousin had a little snippy side.
"...Because it's fun seeing you cry." The remark about blood hit him sharply. Although he should have been flattered, considering his blood line wasn't even half, the only thing that did save it was Raivis and the boy's side of the family. It wasn't as if he liked to flaunt the fact he was muggle-born, but it'd spread like wildfire pretty quickly, causing some hatred even from select Slytherins.
"Yeah, well, you're not even worthy of being a pureblood! Do you really think you're better than me because of that? Well aren't you something. You're not special." He retorted, looking away from Raivis.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 14:47:31 GMT -5
Gilbert was amused. Very much so. It was likely rather obvious, as he was now grinning like a maniac. "Oh, really? Would you really be able to go so long without hearing my awesome voice? I'd have to find other ways of telling you what I want." This could be taken two ways; innocently and, well, not so innocently. The albino wasn't even sure which way he'd meant it, but he didn't bother thinking on it.
"I meant with a broom, mein Herr," he purred, swirling his goblet a few times and leaning on the table as he proceeded to indulge in the heady liquid. "Mm, lecker~♥" Setting the cup down, scarlet eyes fell once more upon the blond's form, studying his scowling visage with amusement. "So. Your office, what time? Straight after the feast, or d'you want me to go change into something more...interesting first?" Oh god, he needed to stop teasing before Arthur hit him, he really did.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 15:01:37 GMT -5
A bit too late for that.
A spoon had flicked itself out and gone flying in the Prussian's direction, which would effectively whack the concavement of itself directly between Gilbert's eyes.
Arthur sighed heavily as he turned to look back at his meal, muttering to himself: This feast was becoming a disaster! Why couldn't it actually just run... well, for once?
"After the feast, baka. You shouldn't be out of school attire unless it's outside of term time."
The Brit made himself a mental note to stuff the Professor with some horrible chores for the next few weeks. Because of course, 'awesome people like me!' shouldn't be stuck with doing such tasks.
But if he was going to act like a child, god damn was he going to be treated like one.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 15:10:10 GMT -5
Al nodded, and swallowed heavily as their eyes lock. "Uh... hey, how can Poutine be 'Greek' anyway?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 15:11:55 GMT -5
A rather loud whine of pain left the Prussian's lips as he was quite suddenly smacked in the face with a spoon, and he sent a glare the headmaster's way; of course, he knew he kind of deserved it, deep down, but he wasn't about to admit to such a thing! That wasn't awesome behaviour at all.
"Jawohl, mein Herr," he muttered, continuing to pine softly as he rubbed a hand against the spot the metal object had struck him. Ah, it hurt~. He hadn't expected a spoon to come flying out of nowhere. Apparently finished with teasing for now -- it was the cutlery's fault -- Gilbert fell quiet again and went back to eating, only emitting quiet sounds of pleasure every once in a while as he tasted something exceptionally delicious.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 15:16:02 GMT -5
Matt quickly launches into the types of Poutine, happily explaining ricotta cheese rather than mexican mix or something else.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 15:20:58 GMT -5
Al took it all in, fascinated by anything Mattie said.
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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 29, 2010 15:27:46 GMT -5
Raivis decided to ignore his cousin, his inner rage visible by just how white his knuckles were when they gripped the spoon. "I'm s-sorry..." He whimpered finally. He always liked to drop arguments whenever, just to keep the peace.
He didn't know why he was behaving this way. Why was he acting like a Slytherin when he'd been sorted into the meek yet courageous house of Hufflepuff? He wanted to consult the Sorting Hat again, but so far into his schooling, why would he request to be transferred into a house full of boys who bullied him?
Raivis coughed, putting Zhurkas back into his pocket. He slowly got out his wand, but saw his cousin turn to look over him at something before he could do anything.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 29, 2010 15:50:04 GMT -5
"You should be." Ymant muttered, not even realizing the other's rage. To him, he still didn't and never would see Raivis as a threat in any way. Grabbing his fork again, he took a bite of his potatoes, reaching over with his other hand to place it on Raivis' head.
"After all, I guess it isn't your fault. Maybe if you'd been put into an actual respectable house, you wouldn't have turned out this way."
Ruffling his hair, he gave a slight grin, continuing to eat.
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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 29, 2010 15:59:03 GMT -5
He squeaked at the heavy hand in his hair, looking up at the grin. He shivered and moved away slightly.
"The S-S-S-Sorting Hat said I sh-should be in Slytherin..." He muttered audibly. "I th-think I'm the only person who... was put into another house at the l-last moment when I begged..."
He felt a little bit too ill to eat, and put Zhurkas on his lap, petting at the squeaking rat.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 16:32:13 GMT -5
Al hummed thoughtfully. "So... Greek poutine uses Feta?"
He looked around at the students and spotted Raivis again. He seemed pretty terrified, but holding himself together. Al shrugged and decided to keep an eye on that table.
"Hey, Beilschmidt. How was your vacation? Nice entrance, by the way."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 29, 2010 23:25:25 GMT -5
[Damn time zones! I wake up and find 3 pages filled with walls and hedges of text XD]
The blonde, good-looking as someone pointed out, Frenchman lifted his glass at his albino friend in acknowledgement as the albino snarled out his name in reaction to his little prank. “I wouldn’t let you have all the lime light now, do we?” he mused taking a sip from it, a smirk on his lips and mischievous glint in his azure eyes. “You know I won’t easily back down, Professor Beilschmidt.” He stressed on the teacher honorific knowing that it somehow peeved the albino.
However his fun just had to be interrupted when a wand was openly pointed at him, with a matching expression of course. As expected from the Headmaster himself. Then again, no spells were fired at him or anything to have changed him into a frog or frozen him for the duration of the feast.
Nope, not a single one.
Only did Francis see was the wand being tucked away into those robes and a small warning from the British man himself.
Francis laughed softly to himself, his deep tenor tone ringing quite nicely at his side of the hall as his plan to annoy Arthur, once again was a success. “Oui l’Angleterre~ Would you want me to wear something...” he paused midway at his answer, to grin darkly at the Englishman before adding to the sentence, “comfortable on my visit?”
However it would seem that the Briton was rather distracted at two blondes. He immediately recognized the one with the nantucket, Alfred Jones. If memory serves him right, Arthur has a soft spot for that boy. His blue eyes then wandered to the other one, the one with a curl, Matthew Williams. It took him a while to remember the name for it always escapes him. He had noted the wrist movement of the Canadian and looked over the house tables to see lights and other illusions created as a form of entertainment by the blonde man.
How creative of him.
Francis was getting bored and reverted to eavesdropping to the conversation happening around him. However, he was more interested at the conversation Gilbert brought up with the Briton. Leaning a bit closer, pretending to lean on his elbow in a sleepy manner. Somehow, whenever he would see Arthur talking to others, he felt like he was being rivalled or something.
Francis cocked a brow at himself. What in the name of God was he thinking? He detested Arthur!
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 0:23:06 GMT -5
"What? Am I bothering you?" Even though he asked, he looked entirely indifferent still with his hand firmly in place. Grabbing his cup, he took another drink, turning back down to look at Raivis.
"You, in Slytherin? Right, and it said I should be in Hufflepuff. Lying is a sin, Raivis." Glancing down, he glared at the small rat. "And really, you shouldn't even have him out around food! I bet he's infested with diseases." Even though he knew he should love all of God's creatures, vermin were just a whole other category. He still couldn't imagine Raivis in Slytherin... The small boy would have been eaten alive.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 1:38:35 GMT -5
Hm? Gilbert looked round at the mention of his name, raising an eyebrow curiously at the blond who'd spoken. He smiled and tilted his head slightly to one side; Alfred didn't need to know that his summer had been pretty crap, all things considered! "It was great, right? I know everyone loved it! And as usual, Alf-- Jones~ my holiday was absolutely awesome. Even better than last year! I found this little guy too - so cute." The albino reached into his pocket, withdrawing a tiny, brown-speckled baby owl with large eyes from the folds of his robe. The bird cheeped softly, nuzzled its head against his hand, and the Professor laughed a bit, setting it down upon the table.
"Mmn, sure, sure, use that excuse if you want to," Gilbert murmured to Francis as he petted the baby owl which was now attempting to eat his dinner. "Really, you just wanted to see my naked, awesome body again, oui?" He wasn't very sure why he'd just spoken French, but the word was laced with a thick German accent, and sounded almost comical on his tongue. Speaking of tongues, he stuck that pink muscle out as the man made a point to stress the word 'Professor' before his surname.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 30, 2010 2:26:58 GMT -5
The Frenchman clicked his tongue at the unearthly abuse of his native language. As much as he loved hearing someone speaking French in his presence, the albino’s accent made it sound like a complete joke. And that was worse than the horror movies from Hollywood, mind you. “Yes, your grandiose naked, stick of a body is quite interesting.” He tapped the rim of his goblet with his wand and it was immediately filled with water, “I’m sure that would highly turn me on Gilbert.” He added with a smirk.
Lifting the golden object to his lips, he took a sip, the taste of the spicy cherry and grapes being diluted with the tasteless liquid. “Then again I only have eyes for someone else~” he concluded with a fake look of pity at the Prussian. As he looked back at the albino, he managed to see the childish act and rolled his eyes openly in retort. However, underneath the table, Francis flicked his wand sharply; yet not forgoing an elegant side of it, as a spell was cast making the said tongue freeze in its current position.
“How childish Gilbert~ You should set a better example to the children!”
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 2:46:27 GMT -5
"I'm well-formed, but slim, thank you," pouted the Prussian, placing his hands upon his hips although doing that when seated simply made him look a little strange. "I can't believe someone like you can't appreciate my awesome body. Hmph." He sipped at his own drink, enjoying the bitter tang of the wine as it swept its way down his throat, and frowned over at Francis as he spoke again, a single silver brow quirking curiously.
'Well, I wonder who that might be' the albino thought to himself, inner voice dripping with sarcasm. A lot of people liked the headmaster, so of course he figured the Frenchman to have taken a liking to him as well. Maybe he was making assumptions, but Gilbert was awesome and his assumptions were always right! Sort of. His pout grew a little as he thought about this, though, and the Professor frowned slightly. "Oh? And who's that?" he enquired, feigning innocence. "Maybe--nnh!" Words were cut off by the spell which caused his tongue to freeze, and Gilbert felt his cheeks light up pink with heat as he found himself unable to retract the muscle back into his mouth. He scowled at Francis, raising a hand to cover the lower half of his face.
'And I suppose your behaviour is completely acceptable too, ja? Yeah, right, and Arthur told you to come to his office because he wants to say he loves you. Pfft.' He scribbled the latter onto the nearest piece of parchment and flung it across the table at the other man, hoping his sardonic tone would be present in the Potions master's mind when he read the words to himself.
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