Post by rhea on Jan 9, 2009 17:19:14 GMT 1
She couldn't help but to laugh at him when he pouted oh so dramatically, to which she placed her hands over her heart with an equally theatrical, "Oh, my heart - it bleeds for you!" And then he did something hilarious, which made her absolutely and positiveley guffaw - he was looking at her like a dog who had heard a high pitched noise. The girl covered her mouth, trying to control it, but she just couldn't, she thought it was just too funny; the older boy seemed to be astounded by something that seemed so very ordinary to her - you'd have thought by his reaction she'd made a hippogryff disappear without her wand or any other magical device.
Her laughter had finally subsided when he offered her a round with his social contacts, though her toothy smile did not. Nor did it when he wriggled in his chair and winked at her, revealing himself as a Gryffindor - which she had begun to assume at this point, since he, erm, hadn't said anything particularly philosophical, wasn't in her house, and hadn't inquired about her blood status (she has been warned that it was highly important to them, and that she shouldn't reveal her Muggle Born status to one lest she was willing to accept the torment as opposed to just the disdain), which only left the one option left. Nodding as he explained his 'death by chocolate' expression, Rhea lifted herself up to sit on the counter, straightening her apron and crossing her legs before he complimented her.
It made her feel pretty good about herself that he seemed to like it so much, like she had been filled with a nice warm fleece. When he practically leaped from his chair, she waved him back down to it with an easy, simple truth, "I prefer the counter anyways. I'm odd like that." The American girl continued to watch him, for lack of a better term, maul the mousse (because devour just didn't seem apt at this point), before he spoke again, inquiring to her length of residence in the colossal castle, to which she nodded with an affirmation to his guessing inquiry, "You'd be right, I haven't been here for more than a month... Have you gone here since your first year?"
Her laughter had finally subsided when he offered her a round with his social contacts, though her toothy smile did not. Nor did it when he wriggled in his chair and winked at her, revealing himself as a Gryffindor - which she had begun to assume at this point, since he, erm, hadn't said anything particularly philosophical, wasn't in her house, and hadn't inquired about her blood status (she has been warned that it was highly important to them, and that she shouldn't reveal her Muggle Born status to one lest she was willing to accept the torment as opposed to just the disdain), which only left the one option left. Nodding as he explained his 'death by chocolate' expression, Rhea lifted herself up to sit on the counter, straightening her apron and crossing her legs before he complimented her.
It made her feel pretty good about herself that he seemed to like it so much, like she had been filled with a nice warm fleece. When he practically leaped from his chair, she waved him back down to it with an easy, simple truth, "I prefer the counter anyways. I'm odd like that." The American girl continued to watch him, for lack of a better term, maul the mousse (because devour just didn't seem apt at this point), before he spoke again, inquiring to her length of residence in the colossal castle, to which she nodded with an affirmation to his guessing inquiry, "You'd be right, I haven't been here for more than a month... Have you gone here since your first year?"