Frost sat at the ravenclaw table infron of hershe had the book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. open to the chapter on graphors and under ther book was her assignment sheet from Professor Pendragon.and she had a small vial in he pocket. She wanted to do a little extra research before going to the Lake.
In front of the book was a bowl of fruit. and in her had was a bright green apple.Which she crunch into happily as she read.
Cyan glanced around the feasting hall. It was nearly empty. Considering it was, like, June, that wasn't too surprising and all but still.
He took a second glance. Carefully. Seeing no familiar Hufflepuffs (thank God), he scuttled toward an unknown destination. As he brushed his fingers through his chocolate locks in an subconscious gesture that suggested he'd done that way too often, he spotted an unfamiliar dame.
She had short dark hair and was tiny and petite and cute like a wee little kitten.
Sidling on next to her, he crossed his legs, one shoe resting on the thigh of his khaki shorts. He plucked a red apple from said fruits basket.
"Hey, watcha readin'? Name's Cyan, by the way."
He chomped into his apple, being all cool-like. She was tiny, so she was probably younger than him. Probably not a first-year. Maybe a transferee? Or perhaps he was blind? Or was it possibly a hufflepuffian in disguise?! Nah... They weren't that smart.
He deemed the juicy apple rather tasty, by the way.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Amy was short but that said nothiing about her mind. She finished reading her para graph before looking up at the boy who was interupting her reading. She tried not to laugh at his attempts to look cool. Then she had an idea she decided to play along and jab at his affections. From thr basket of fruits she grabbed a ripe yellow banana. And grinned before answering.
"Well, Cyan, I was just brushing up on graphorns. Ms. Pendragon already has an assignment concerning them, so I'm doing what any good Ravenclaw does when faced with a school assignment." She said as she seemingly absentmindedly stroked the banana she held Be for peeling it back from the stem reveal its pale, sweet flesh, which she slowly pot in her mouth and took a bite.
After a quick chew and swallow She said, in a semi-sultry voice "My name is Amy. Nice to meet you Cyan." She batted her eyes for effect. thinking. You know I could totally pull of acting like a little whore-biscuit. And she inwardly laughed at how ridiculous the idea was, though she was having fun messing with this boy.
Cyan's face did not turn red when Ms. Pendragon's name was mentioned. IT DID NOT. (After all, even he had to grow up every once in a while.)
She, Amy (her name was short and cute just like her!), considered herself to be a good Ravenclaw. However, she, um... ate a banana rather weirdly. Well, whatever. She was probably a third-year student or something like that. Well, whatever.
He should humor her, after all.
Besides, any inspiration was good, even if it came from a wee little lady that was much more of a kitten than a cat.
"Well, Amy," he joked, taking another bite of deliciousness, "nice to meet y--"
OH, WHAT WAS THAT NASTY TASTE?
Cyan gagged, cool moment ruined. Just swallow, just swallow, just swallow! He swallowed, face blanched. Miffed, his blue eyes looked at the last bitten location on said delicious red apple.
The brown spot was enormous. Somebody was obviously too distracted to notice the location of big nasty on the fruit.
"Water," he hissed.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
DAMN IT! Her ruse didn't work. Guess the boy atually thought with the head above his waist. Well her fun was over or was it. The Kid started gagging and asking for water. Whithout a word she whipped out her wand. Pointed at the half eaten fruit that was obviously bad. It gre bigger and turned ceramic it stretched and folded around until it became a large empty mug. "Aquamenti" She said and pointed her wand at the cup and it filled with water.
And then she stopped the floor and looked down she knew the kitchen house elves could hear her. "That better have been an accident, I Could have eaten that." She said grumily. And the bowl of fruit vanished and was replaced with a fresh jug of Pumpkin Juice and two golden goblets.
Some fancy magic unfolded, and it was soon apparent that Amy was probably not a wee third year. But, more importantly, WATER.
Shortly after Cyan began gulping down water like a fish in the desert, he realized he was actually quite literally drinking out of his apple. He paused for a moment and then continued drinking once again. Well, he'd come to weirder revelations after all.
"Um, er, yes," he mumbled, grinning with embarrassment. "I, uh, guess I wasn't paying attention. Ha... ha..."
Serves me right. Some first impression...
At his realization that this really was her first impression of him, his face swiftly became red. Well. It wasn't like this was abnormal for his luck or anything, but... still. Ya know? That was so embarrassingly lame, he thought, face growing redder. When he did things like that on purpose, it was a different matter, but this really was a complete accident.
Oh my god.
"So," he began, removing himself from the seat of attention, his face positively steaming, "what year are you in, Amy?"
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
She watched as Cyan went for a swim in his pint of water. It was only Aquamenti water which was as tasty as distilled water. Bshe guessed it was probably better that the taste of rotten apple. Thinking of something she checked her bag. Darn it she didn't bring her potions set, 'oh well' she though to herself, the Palace had a Hospital Wing for that bit of rotten fruit that would probably give him a mild case of food poisoning.
Before answering his question she told him, "When youget a minute you should probably head to the Hospital Wing, Rotten apples aren't good for any human's digestive tract, I'd make the potion myself but, well, I don't have my potions set with me." She hoped he would take her advice and get a quick purging potion to prevent a night of cramps and diarrhea.
She then addressed the question, "As for your question. I'm a fifth year Ravenclaw, It is technically my first year here, my last four years where spent at Durmstrang Academy. So what is you house and year?"
The Hospital Wing... Ew. The last time Cyan went there, he'd ended up in the middle of a homosexual drama with germs he really wasn't sure he wanted to further exposure to. Then again, stomachaches and diarrhea weren't his cup of tea. And what were the chances he'd end up in such an awkward situation again, right? Right? Food for thought (literally). He'd consider this more later.
Anyway, his face wasn't as red anymore.
"Huh. So that's why I haven't seen you around here before," said Cyan, masking what surprise he could. The little lady--er, Amy--was not so wee of a lady as he thought. She was his age. Holy--
"Ah, fifth-year, house of Slytherin.
"So, uh, what was Durmstrang like?" As if she probably hadn't answered that question twenty times since her arrival. Dunce.
He glanced suspiciously at the fruit. Perhaps he'd skip the remainder of his meal this go round. He already felt a little queasy, but maybe that was just because it was so nasty. He would most definitely be more cautious with the next apple he inserted between his teeth.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
This was actually the first time she had been asked about Durmstrang. She had no problems telling him about it. "Well, its really cold and dark as it's It's high in the mountains and we only light fires for magical purposes. The Cariculum is the same as here except that they offer Study of the Dark Arts as an extra curricular for students with top grades." She said.
Holy cow. Don't mess with dat gurl, he warned himself. This chick lived in the mountains and in the cold with flames only used for magical purposes. Oh, and her school taught dark arts.
He swallowed.
"It sounds like... um. Intense...."
Intense was right. Maybe too intense? A school like this might just be too easy for her. Maybe she got really sick up there? Worse? Wanted weaker competition?
He shifted his position, all eyes on Amy.
"So why'd ya come here?"
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
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Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
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Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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