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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 7, 2008 15:57:35 GMT -5
Nylon string. Check.
Tape. Check.
An obscene amount of dungbombs. Check.
The most awesomest, foolproof, one hundred percent non-backfire plan he ingeniously thought of. CHECK!
Newt would've probably added more adjectives to that sentence but time was running out. At any given moment, someone could be climbing up the stairways around the Hufflepuff. That's one of the reasons why Newt picked the spot he was in. It was the most perfect spot to plant a booby trap!
He was in the hallway which branched off into the many different surrounding entrance ways of the many towers surrounding Hogwarts, his now new home.
It took awhile, and many embarassing premature explosions, the trap was set. Unfortunately, it didn't...truly follow his plan. Due to fact that he somehow brought faulty tape instead of the tape that actually worked, he had to improvise.
Improvising was something he wasn't particularly...skilled in.
Currently, Newt wasn't moving from his standing position in the middle of the empty hallway. The nylon string he brought from home sure did the trick. It's clear material made it impossible to see in the dim light. Newt was pretty sure that when someone stumbled in the room, they would trigger the many nylon string on the floor to cause the dungbombs levitating in the air to explode and shower them with the smelly substance.
Of course, now even Newt couldn't see the string but he knew it was all around the floor of the hallway. He sort of...went overboard with the string.
"...Maybe my plan isn't foolproof after all..." he said, giggling softly out of his nervousment. He slowly sat down on the floor, and waited for someone to appear.
((OPEN))
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 7, 2008 23:45:01 GMT -5
It was time to send a letter home, she'd waited as long as she could to write something, anything, but it was almost too long. Her dad had all ready threatened to not let her continue attending the school if she didn't write every week, especially with what happened in January, no, he still didn't know about her involvement but she had stopped writing her letters then which worried him. Felicity was actually quite lucky she was allowed to stay in Hogwarts as it was. Her mum had to have had something to do with it, knowing her dad, he was probably ready to send the family owl out to the school with a letter demanding the release of his youngest daughter, but thankfully it hadn't been sent if it was ready. The deal made through a numerous amount of following owls after threats was that she was to continue writing every week.
The problem with sending this particular letter was the response she knew she'd get. Her dad was going to tell her he was right, but she didn't believe he was. Felicity was the one who'd done the breaking up with, not Drew, in fact, he'd done what he could to not let her break up with him, which only made her feel worse about it. But she didn't feel right dating him when it didn't feel like they were hardly friends, though, she was glad their friendship seemed to be getting back on track, she liked it, a lot. And in her letter, she was sure to have written many, drawn-out words that she was the one who'd done the breaking, not the other way around. Her dad and Jacob had been pretty intent on saying Drew would break her heart, but there hadn't been mention of it the other way around.
Entering the main entrance of the towers, leading to so many others, some she knew, others not so much, Sammy scampered ahead of her. The brown-eyed girl thought it was adorable her squirrel seemed to be acting nicer and more like a pet, though he did have normal animal tendacies, he still liked to bite sometimes. But he was getting better, a lot better.
As Felicity walked into the area, taking note of the boy randomly sitting on the floor. It was a little odd, but not really and her attention was more focused on the letter in her hands. If that was where he was comfortable, then so be it. Sammy approached with caution, as he did with everyone and Felicity just hoped the squirrel didn't decide the boy smelled like dinner. Whoever he was, he was in the direct line of where she needed to go, the owlry, but she could go around him easily.
Taking another step, she tripped over something and looked down to see what it was, but didn't see anything. Though, she did feel things, hear things...and smelled them.
"What in the world?!" she asked, covering her mouth and nose. Her light brown eyes were focused on the boy as she tried not to gag at the smell. It was awful.
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 8, 2008 0:52:27 GMT -5
Newt's eyes began to droop as he was slowly lulled to sleep by the wind outside the castle. For some odd reason, whooshing sounds and noises made him appreciate naps much, much more. A sudden noise that sounded suspiciously like footsteps caused him to sit up straighter, his eyes searching the darkness around him. Newt saw movement in front of him as the person neared a flickering flame of a torch upon the wall.
First he noticed a small animal slowly making its way towards him before he noticed its probable owner making their way towards the sitting Hufflepuff. He couldn't help but notice the girl's feminine figure and qualities, amazed that such a fine specimen was in Hogwarts. He would've probably still been staring at the girl, maybe even taking his time to write a poem, haiku, or even romance novel about her if it wasn't for his mind screaming at him.
'THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE THINKING SUCH THOUGHTS! SHE'S ENTERING THE DANGER ZONE!'
He shook his head out of his little reverie, before looking back at the girl, this time waving in warning. He knew that he laid the trap for someone to get caught in it but, unfortunately, Newt would also be caught in the blast radius. He really, really didn't want to be covered with dung. He had taken a bath just mere minutes ago. It would be tedious doing it again.
"Wait! Cease! Desist! Halt!" Newt shouted, his mouth spurting out the many synonyms for 'stop' but it his words were falling on deaf ears. Also, it was already too late. The girl had stepped on one of the strings. He managed to quickly curl up into the fetal position before his world exploded in a shade of...brown.
BOOM! SPLAT!
The step the girl had taken caused a chain reaction. The vibrations of that singular footstep caused the many dungbombs hovering above Newt to fall. They all landed around him seemingly at the same time and exploded seemingly at the same time. Newt, himself, and a small circular radius around him were covered in the aweful, foul smelling substance. Newt slowly opened his eyes, and looked down upon himself. Yep, he was covered in dung.
Bugger.
He looked over to the girl as he started to...drip. It was hard to tell if she was covered in dung. It was quite dark in the hallway, even with the torches. Hopefully, she managed to move to a safe spot in the room before the explosion. He sighed, making sure to breath through his mouth, and began to scrape the substance off of his face,
"You wouldn't happen to have any tissues or disinfectant on you, would you?" He asked calmly, cursing mentally as the dung on the ceiling began to drip...on Newt's head, "A gallon of it would probably do..."
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 8, 2008 23:17:52 GMT -5
A wave and Felicity ignored it, figuring there must've been someone behind her. Though, that thought made her uneasy, if someone had followed her down the hall and she hadn't known about it, what good was she at protecting herself? Drew wasn't able to protect her all the time, they'd discussed that before, but if she couldn't do it on her own, then what good was she? And then he started yelling, which she ignored as best she could. Felicity had no idea who the boy was, why should she listen to him when he wasn't exactly making any sense?
Though, only moments later she wished she had listened to him. The smell taking over the air was horrid, not to mention the fact that everything had gone an ugly shade of brown and she'd been covered in it. No, she hadn't gone very far into the area, but enough to be covered in whatever had fallen from the ceiling and be able to smell it too. Actually, she was pretty sure with how bad it smelled, its scent was well around the area. There was no real escape to this.
Her hand over her mouth and freckled nose, the Gryffindor waited a moment longer for the cloud (or rather what she hoped was a cloud) to disappear before re-opening her eyes and trying to glare at the boy still in the middle of the area. How could she really glare at someone who looked horrible, had to have smelled worse, and was using a bit of humour with her? She couldn't. Not unless she was in an exteremly bad mood, which she wasn't, just distressed about writing to her father about breaking up with Drew.
A spurt a laughter was the first noise she made in response to the boy. If she were Alexander she'd have something to hand over to the boy, he often carried cleaning stuff and tissues and stuff like that. But, she wasn't the Hufflepuff, she was a lioness that didn't really mind getting dirty.
"I'm sorry, but the answer would have to be no," she told him, looking down at the now ruined letter in her hands. No, it couldn't be sent to her dad now, not with how bad it would smell and look. Her dad would probably have her hide if she tried sending it to him, she'd be reprimanded for not writing a new letter and sending it out. A sweater that was completely covered in the same stuff he wanted to get off and a pair of jeans covered as well. She could pull the sweater off, it wasn't like it would ruin the blonde locks that she didn't dare to look to see if they were still blonde, and she'd have a shirt on underneath, but the sweater still wouldn't do any good. And shirt underneath wouldn't guard her from anything either.
Not being too accustomed to wizarding things, she was sure she'd smelled those around the common room before, but she didn't know what they were and curiosity would reign as always. "Can I ask...what were those?" she asked, motioning to the things now splattered...everywhere.
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 9, 2008 0:59:51 GMT -5
Newt stood silently, shaking his dirtied hands wildly like a dog often did when it was wet. As much as he shook, he just continued to get himself dirty. Damned thing was everywhere, like a foul-smelling sort of sickness. The young Hufflepuff sighed, looking up as he heard an echoing laugh that jumped around the hallway. The girl as well was covered in the substance and seemed to be taking it quite well. If he was in her shoes, he would've been hardly a speck in the ground. The girls he knew would've ripped his arms out of their sockets and then start beating him to death with them.
"Phooey," Newt muttered, looking down at himself with a disapproving frown. These were one of his best looking robes. It was gonna be extremely hard to clean, especially with him being so horrible with cleaning spells and potions. He looked back up to her, noticing something in her hands that was as well covered in dung. He slowly moved towards the girl, coughing nervously, "Hey, I'm really sorry about the ruined thing in your hand as well as your robes and stuff. I-I'm not so good with cleaning spells but we can find a professor o-or another student who's good with cleaning spells or potions..."
Newt was quite surprised. Usually, he would've been a stuttering or highly giggling wreck by now. He really didn't do well with the opposite sex and had the bruises, deflated self-esteem and hurt ego to prove it. Of course, probably the only reason he wasn't making a fool of himself currently was because he was covered in dung. He was at the bottom. There was no more humanly possible way for Newt to embarrass himself further...
...Right?
Newt's eyes suddenly widened, realizing that the girl did not know what she was covered in. He inwardly shrugged at the mental questions he was asking himself. She was probably muggleborn and didn't know the joys of such products like dungbombs and Fanged Frisbees. Tch, it was such a shame. Newt gulped, not liking were things were soon to be going. He was...going to have to explain...
"The things I planted all around this room..." Newt began, now slowly backing up as he looked around, taking note of possible escape routes. He needed to find a witness just in case this girl decided to murder him. He must be avenged!
"It was dungbombs. You're...covered in..." he left the last word unsaid as he gulped, waiting patiently for the girl's response.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 9, 2008 22:13:59 GMT -5
A tiny smile crept across her lips as he started moving to wards her, apologizing for the messy state she was in. It wasn't too bothersome, really, a bit on the smelly side and annoying because of her letter, but nothing terribly horrible. It would just mean if she didn't manage to run into Corey, Drew, Lucas, or Celina, she'd have to re-write it from the beginning, shed a few more tears over breaking up with Drew, again, and try to remember everything else she'd written in the previous one. As for someone who was good with wandwork? The only person she trusted to point a wand at her was Drew, and no one else. Ever since January and that man Shaw pointing a wand at her, she didn't like wands pointed in her direction, and she wasn't quiet about her opinion on it in classes either.
"That's all right," she told him after a moment. "I can just go back to my dormitory and clean up, it's not really a big deal, right?" Truthfully, she didn't think it was. No, she didn't think she smelled very good, but nothing a hot shower, lots of soap, and a little patience wouldn't get rid of.
As he started talking about the things that had gone off, Felicity stood in attentive alert. She was interested to know. The things smelled just as bad in the common room, but she hadn't bothered to ask before. It wasn't a common occurrence, but every once in a while a lion or lioness would either drop or throw one and turn the common room into the worst smelling place she'd ever been. Because she grew up mostly muggle, she didn't know the all of the funs and tricks of many wizarding jokes. And she didn't always pay attention when she was around such things either, usually too involved with others at the time.
The boy began moving backwards, after having just started to approach her, and she wondered if perhaps the smell was too strong where she was. Maybe with it covering her, it was just too disgusting to be too close to, but he was covered in it too.
"Dung?" she asked surprised. Looking down at herself, she giggled, quietly. Did they truly make such things as dungbombs? What a most ridiculous, yet humorous thing. It truly was. And then it occurred to her to ask another question. "What kind of dung?"
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 9, 2008 23:35:00 GMT -5
Whew!
Newt released the breath he hadn't known he was holding. Wow, she was definitely taking it well. He suddenly remembered that last prank he pulled of the same magnitude as this one that went wrong. He remembered how he accidentally spilt paint on a muggle teenage girl and the aftermath of that. He couldn't sit down properly for weeks after that unfortunate incident.
He unconsciously rubbed his rear as he continued to look at the blonde girl. So here he was, talking to someone who was apparently unperturbed at being covered in dung...
She was his soulmate...
He shook his head, trying to stop his mind from wandering. The stench was starting to irritate his nostrils. Newt's eyes focused on the item in her hands that was covered as well in dung. A frown made its way to his face as Newt felt really bad at ruining whatever she had in her hands.
He was about to voice his concern to the girl but she asked a good question. What did they make dungbombs out of? Did a wizard actually thought 'Hey! Lets make a bomb...but with dung!'? As Newt began to think about things like dungbombs, clustered cockroaches, and acid pops, he began to slowly worry about the road that wizard kind was taking,
"You know...I really don't want to know the answer to that dung question." Newt replied to the girl, before shaking his head, "Where are my manners. I'm Newt. Nice to meet you! I'd shake your hand...but I don't want to dirty it more." he ended with a sheepish smile.
The young Hufflepuff made his way towards the girl once again, this time not fearing for his life/manhood, "I think we should get cleaned up though. I really don't want to be trudging around the hallways and common room all covered in dung and definitely not smelling like a rose. My professors haven't taught me cleaning spells and potions past Evanesco though." Newt said with a frown,
"Plus, it's not really hygienic." he added, still trying to shake the dung off of him to no avail.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 10, 2008 0:26:55 GMT -5
As he shook his head, Felicity knitted her eyebrows lightly, but ignored it. Perhaps he was doing what she often did? That being talking to herself and outwardly answering herself. Well, he wasn't voicing his answer, but he was technically answering himself, right? Yes, she was pretty sure that was correct. Bringing her hand up, she tried to clear a little bit off her face, not thinking it was working too well, smearing most likely. As long as she could see and breathe properly, she supposed there wasn't really anything else that was necessarily required. And she could see the approaching brownish coloured figure as well as breathe, so everything was all right.
Another soft giggle escaped when he answered her question, so he didn't even know. It just meant it was something she could look up in the library when she got around to it. Whatever creature it came from (if it wasn't synthetically produced) it smelled terrible. And she was pretty sure, being wizarding made, it would come from some creature or other.
And when he introduced himself, she grinned, not seeing why he thought shaking her hand would make things worse. If she was covered all ready, and he too, things couldn't really get much worse, could they? No, she was sure the answer to that question was no.
"Felicity," she told him in return, not offering her surname as he hadn't either, but did it matter? Not really. After being covered in a poorly made plan, she didn't think last names were necessary, only if she was going to hit him for it, which she wasn't about to. It wasn't the worse thing in the world, all right, so she couldn't smell the vanilla that she wore anymore, but it really wasn't too horrible.
Well, she'd tried. And she'd keep trying. Muggle cleaning techniques suited her so much better than anything requiring use of a wand, and she was going to do her best to avoid having to use hers, including lying if it came down to it that she didn't have hers on her. Any lengths necessary to keep hidden as long as possible that she was neither confident, nor talented, with wandwork, except Transfiguration, she did all right in that class.
Evanesco? she relayed to herself, trying to remember which one that was. No, she didn't have a good memory for spells either.
"Which House are you in?" she asked, trying to prolong the conversation. If prolonging the conversation meant she wouldn't have to do any magic cleaning, she'd take it. Besides, she could converse easily enough with just about anyone.
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 10, 2008 13:56:51 GMT -5
((lol for some odd reason, I thought your were in seventh year))
Newt's hands stilled their movement, hanging limply at his sides as he watched the girl named Felicity. A small grin graced his face as he watched her attempt to clean the offensive brown waste off of her face, only managing to smear it more, "You still got...some on your face-" he jested, pointing to his own left cheek, grin still present upon his own dirtied face, "-right here."
Felicity. He had to admit that the name suited her. From the short time that he had known her, which was about...five minutes, he could see that she was a person who dealt alot with smiles and giggles. Of course, he really didn't know her at all so he could definitely be wrong. He was just calling it on how he saw it. Truthfully, Newt often came across absent minded, silly, and maybe even negligent. While he was that and more, he was also very observant.
"So...Felicity," Newt began looking down at himself, idly poking at his still dirty and very smelly robes, wondering how he was going to clean it without asking for other's help, "I like your name. It means happiness, right? Or the state of being happy, to be more precise, right?"
"I'm from Hufflepuff." he replied when Felicity asked him, looking up from his failed cleaning, flashing a cheeky grin to her, "What about you? I haven't seen you in the Hufflepuff common rooms so I'm guessing you aren't a Badgerette. It would've been nice if you were in our house though..."
A sudden idea popped into his head, his imaginary lightbulb in his head clicking on. He reached for his wand which he had left in his back pocket, somewhat thankful that it wasn't dirty, and stared at it like it held all the answers to life, "Since I'm don't know any cleaning spells, we can always just get really, really wet and hope to splash all of this dung away from us!"
Alright, to be truthful, that sounded much, much smarter in Newt's head...
Taking a few steps back, he gave his wand a grand, sweeping gesture, "Aguamenti!" An embarrassing small spurt of water came out of the tip of his wand, hardly enough water to fill a shot glass. Blushing slightly, he did the gesture once again, only to receive the same amount of water.
Angered now, he did the same grand gesture, this time a bit more harder with his waves, "AGUAMENTI!"
...Nothing.
He sighed, staring at the tip of his wand, "Stupid broken piece of-ARGH!!!" Newt shouted in shock as a sudden burst of ice-cold water erupted from his wand. It stopped suddenly as it started, leaving the poor Hufflepuff boy sputtering in curses, still smelly but soaked now.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 10, 2008 22:50:36 GMT -5
((I know, it's the pretty stars that mess you up )) Not thinking about it, when Newt gestured for his face, talking of hers, she fell for it. Lifting her hand up, she started wiping near where she was sure the spot would be on her face, and then paused. What was she doing? Pulling her hand back from her face, she dropped her gaze, felt the heat of embarrassment rise to her cheeks (thankful it wouldn't be seen) and bit the inside of her cheek. Usually it was her bottom lip she went after, but she didn't think it would be a good thing to be normal with that. A nervous laugh followed not long after, and she finally gave up and looked back to the boy. Why should she be embarrassed she was gullible? After all, she was covered in, what she assumed to be, his prank and she was embarrassed about falling for something? No reason to be embarrassed about it. Rather, she let her nervous giggle ring through the hall as she looked back up at him, trying not let the laughter get out of hand. It was kind of funny, really. Before any form of awkward silence managed to take place, the boy started talking, and surprised her. He knew what her name meant? It was one of the reasons her dad chose Felicity; he said it sounded free, and because it meant both happiness and good luck, he wanted it for her. The first and only of his daughter's he was allowed to name, he wanted something he thought to be precious, and he liked the sound of it. "Ye-Yes, it means a state of happiness," she answered with a big grin. How in the world did he manage to pull off knowing what her name meant? Perhaps he had a family member with the same name? It was possible, it wasn't as though Felicity was solely her name, and her name alone. Other's had it. "There's also a story that it means good luck, as well," she continued, casting a glance down at the mess they were in. "Though, I really don't think that one's too precise." If it were, she had a very odd good luck charm about her. Though, things always had a way of working out it seemed. Sure, bad things happened, but they turned out well in the very end, Celina was a great example. Even after everything, they were best of friends. And Drew, she and him were working things through, yes, it still hurt, but they were becoming good friends again, just what she wanted. Shaking her head in answer to his question, she had to smile, and could feel the colour deepen a little bit. Boy was she glad he couldn't see it. "No, I'm not a Hufflepuff, but I know a few and they're really nice. Actually, a couple are really good friends of mine," she continued. Had she remembered the one girl's name she always forgot, she would've said both the girl and Alexander, but she didn't want to say one's name without the other. "But I'm a Gryffindor. You know, a lioness?" It was the first time she'd ever heard the term Badgerette used, but she wasn't shy about being a lioness. Who would be? They were some of the greatest hunters and protectors. When he drew his wand out, Felicity's light brown eyes stayed focused on it. She was nervous around wands, ever since one had been pointed at her and used on her in a way that wasn't easy to forget and laugh off, they made her nervous. Gulping quietly, she nervously laughed again in answer to splashing the muck off. If only it was that easy. And then he performed the spell, and barely anything happened. Actually, it was much like her wand work was, and she'd been getting away from setting things on fire for a while, so she could probably produce about the same performance level of the same spell. It was kind of like a slap in the face, seeing someone just like her with wand work trying to make a spell go right. Her eyes widened a bit when he started telling his wand off, waiting for one of the words she really didn't like. Would she really have to tell another that she didn't like those kinds of words? That they could speak perfectly fine without using such language? Drew was learning, and learning well, he actually came up with funny things to say instead, like the belly-dancer one. And then his wand did something her own sometimes did, it was a delayed reaction or something like it, and then came the words. Why? "You know language like that isn't going to help any?" she offered quietly, wondering if he would be mad at her or think she was extremely young for not caring for that kind of language. But in the end, did it matter? No, not really, why should she care what he thought? And the only thing that did help was practice, Drew had showed her that. And even then, she didn't always like it. But the breaks they took were often pretty nice... "Maybe a little less flourishing it like that? It's a tool in a sense, not really something pretty to be showing off, right?" No, she didn't know if that was the truth, but when she'd been practicing that spell, a little less flourishing worked well.
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 11, 2008 0:24:54 GMT -5
Newt finished sputtering, pushing his water-soaked hair away from his eyes, heaving his breath as his teeth began to chatter. The water was quite cold, especially when he wasn't expecting it. He stared down at his wand, hating how it always seemed to have a mind of its own. Though he knew that in the end the problem lied within him, Newt liked to blame his wand sometimes.
Besides nearly drowning, his plan was effective. He felt his face, feeling his smooth skin instead of the icky mushiness of the dung. Now all he really needed to do was focus his energy on doing the spellwork properly.
"So...you're a Gryff, eh?" Newt responded, looking down at his reflection in a small puddle of water that he inadvertently created while glancing at Felicity through the corner of his eyes, "Courage and chivalry above all else, right? Interesting..."
He really didn't have much to say about Gryffindors, nor did he have anything bad to say about them neither. He had mutual respect for many students not of his house. All houses, even his own, had many strengths and as much weaknesses and Newt had the humility to say it.
Newt remained silent as she expressed her dislike, though in much more politer terms of course, for vulgarity. He really didn't know what to think, since he hadn't spent much time thinking about it. Cursing, for Newt, was like breathing. It was many of the bad habits that Newt often nursed.
The young Hufflepuff's gaze left the puddle and focused on Felicity, "It doesn't help, I know that much but it doesn't hinder. It's sort of...my weird way of releasing stress. It's just the way I am," Newt replied, shrugging slightly though still maintaining eye contact with the lioness, "While I may not be able to automatically turn it off and on, I'll...try to curb the feeling in your presence..."
Newt looked back to the wand in his hand, listening to Felicity's words, taking them to heart. He simply waved his hand, focusing less on the flourishing and more on the gesture. He looked back towards the girl, "L-Like this?"
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 11, 2008 23:54:39 GMT -5
His face was clean, mostly. Probably still better than she could do, either the water would end up across the room, or something odd would happen, like butterflies would appear instead of water droplets. With her luck it'd be something worse though, like mutant slugs.
"Yes, a lioness," she answered with a nod and smile. And while he confirmed what she was, she wasn't entirely sure those thing fit her. What happened in January? The blonde had been scared, trembling so, ill, and she didn't have Drew. What she did, talking Celina into going through with her on the spot plan hadn't been courageous, if anything it'd been ridiculously studpid. When would the Eagle learn not to let her go through with her own plans? Celina was good at spellwork, she could hex Felicity before the blonde even thought to draw her wand out in defense, she'd have Felicity glued to a wall, unable to go through with a plan. That would work, maybe she should tell her friend of that. Gluing her to a wall before she tries to convince the dark-haired girl of going on with her plan. If Felicity wasn't so...what? She wasn't really manipulative, was she? Convincing, if she wasn't so convincing Celina's family wouldn't have been threatened.
No, she supposed it didn't hinder, cursing that was, but it wasn't necessary either, was it? Her opinion? The answer was no. Bad language was just a way of using words that didn't need to be used. For whatever reason, she didn't care for it. Her dad sometimes used language of the sort, her sisters and brother did, and some of her cousins, but hse just didn't like it. And he explained his usage of it kind of like Lucas had, it was habit.
Smiling at Newt, she was grateful. He was willing to not use it if he thought about it, that was what Lucas had said, and Drew too. They both started with being willing to curb, and neither really said such things around her anymore, which was nice. "I'd like that," she told him, hoping he wasn't hiding any form of mock or anger towards her. "I just...I'm not fond of it, is all."
Had she said that all ready? Did it matter? She was just repeating the truth.
"I think so," she answered. "That's what I do, anyway. A little less flourish and a little more control, at least until I have it down." Which many spells weren't down, not yet.
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 12, 2008 1:02:40 GMT -5
She liked to smile, Newt was certain of that. Whenever she smiled, he had to smile as well. It was as if smiling was a sort of momentary transferable sickness; When one was received it, they nursed it for a second or so before giving it right back or to others. Whoever said that smiling was contagious was dead-on with their assessment and were probably geniuses.
Newt liked to see people smiling. It takes fewer facial muscles to smile than frown, fifteen fewer muscles to be precise. When he was but a mere child, he hated seeing others feeling sad or 'down-in-the-dumps'. Whenever a child cried, he cried as well. It was a stupid little habit that Newt thankfully had long since lost. His father called him a romantic, calling him foolish for having such idealistic views. Was it so wrong to want everyone to be happy.
Newt was silent as he stared down at his own reflection. Maybe he was an idealistic fool, but Newt didn't really care. He was just a happy-go-lucky guy, with a bit less emphasis on the 'lucky' part. He liked seeing people happy, was that so wrong?
He looked back at Felicity, slightly blushing as he shrugged, "It's no big deal...Sorry if I offended you with the earlier cursing and whatnot."
He looked back down as his current predicament. He was still covered in dung and so was Felicity by the looks of it. Following the same wand movements as before, the movement that she showed him, he muttered, "Aguamenti!"
A strong yet controllable stream of water emerged from Newt's wand. He willed the stream to weaken slightly to be a bit more manageable. Flashing a toothy grin at Felicity, he aimed it at himself. A minute or so passed as Newt cleaned himself off. He took a few seconds to admire his work in a nearby puddle. His robes were still dirty and he still smell a bit on the funky side, but he was more or less clean.
The badger looked back towards the lioness, coolly twirling his wand between his fingers before fumbling it. It clattered on the floor, firing a green spark upon impact. Without missing a beat, Newt kneeled down and retrieved his wand, "Yeah...you didn't see that..."
He eyed Felicity up and down, taking note that she was still dirty, "You need some help cleaning up?" he asked, his wand hanging limply to his side.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jan 12, 2008 23:10:07 GMT -5
Yes, she believed he had a nice smile; it was big and could she say adorable? It was adorable. It was a smile that made her smile back, like Drew's smile. Of course, his wasn't the same, he didn't have that crookedness Drew did, and while it was a catching smile, it just wasn't the same. But like Corey's smile, it too made her not want to leave the presence. The biggest difference between his and Corey's smile was Corey's was rarer to see. Not that it was a bad thing, because when he did smile, it kind of lit up the room.
"No, not really offended," she answered. "I just don't really understand it, is all." She hadn't even thought about what she'd said, making it seem like it was a foreign language she'd never laid ears to before. No, she understood what was said and what was meant, but she just didn't understand why it was used. Then again, if it wasn't, something more could be used, changing other words into words she wouldn't care for.
A big smile followed his second try at the spell. Did it really, truly work? What if he was just playing a trick on her and really knew how to cast the spell perfectly fine...no, she didn't think that was possible with how it had worked the first time around. But she'd helped him on something, was that how Drew felt all the time when she needed his help? Did he feel this great joy in the pit of his stomach, anticipation of something going wrong, relief of seeing it right, and overwhelming joy that the person was smiling at you like that?
And while he stood, looking himself over, she had to wonder if he was vain. Was it possible there was a vain Hufflepuff? Those she knew weren't really vain, they were kind and adorable, and fun to spend time with, but vain? No. He was just impressed with his work was all, right? Had to be.
Clasping her hand over her mouth to suppress any giggles that tried to escape, she swallowed what was left down. There wasn't any reason to laugh at Newt for dropping his wand, but she found it kind of funny nonetheless. "Uh huh, didn't see a thing."
No reason to point anything out, besides, it was just the two of them, alone. She had no reason to make fun of him, and she liked him so far, no need to make an enemy. And when he offered to help her, her eyes widened a bit in terror. She wasn't afraid of him, but of him with a wand in his hand, or anyone with a wand in their hand? Yes, she was terrified.
Gulping, Felicity stared at the piece of wood. It wasn't anymore than a stick, technically. It was tool, mastered by wizards and witches, something that could be harmful, or helpful. It could be a hindrance. It could save so many things.
"All right..." the blonde trailed off quietly, keeping her eyes on the wand in his hand. Did she really trust him?
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Post by newtcoernicus on Jan 13, 2008 0:30:12 GMT -5
He was dripping wet now. Sure he was clean but was that such a fair trade-off for him being soggy now? Newt wasn't so sure about this prank now. First, the bombs exploded on the prank's creator and now he was soaking wet. Actually, the more Newt thought about it, the more he began to slowly agree it was a fair trade-off. If he hadn't planned and messed up his prank, he probably wouldn't have met Felicity.
He was just as amazed as her that Newt actually accomplished the spell. While he was okay with the basics and knew the theory by heart basically, it was quite different from the real thing. He often made mistakes, which blew up in his face sometimes. Also sometimes, they literally DID blow up in his face. Newt couldn't help but feel proud that he accomplished something as hard as Aguamenti.
Newt stuck his tongue out at her in response of her giggling when he dropped his wand. He pulled his his soaking sleeves, advancing towards the dirty lioness. His observant side noted how she studied not him but his wand. There was an emotion in her eyes that he couldn't quite recognize. He also noted the hesitation in her voice as she continued to watch the thin piece of wood Newt held in his hands.
Following the same movements as before, a thin yet somewhat strong burst of water emerged from his wand, though it was still pointed away from her. Newt thought for a moment before deciding to wash her from the bottom up.
There was no giggling from Newt. He wasn't nervous. Surprisingly, the awkward moments from before had been forgotten.
Studying her eyes, he knelt down and moved the steady stream of water towards Felicity's legs, making his way very slowly up her body.
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