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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 19:28:28 GMT -5
It was quarter past 7 by the time Dragos arrived at Hogwarts. He had to make his own way there, but he had finally managed, thanks to the Knight Bus. Dragos hitched his backpack up higher onto his back and checked to make sure his skateboard was still tied to the back. He took his trunk in his hand and pulled it through the doors of the castle. The trunk was heavier than he thought, and didn't think he'd be able to pull it wherever he needed to go. Suddenly getting an idea, Dragos smiled at his own brilliant plan. He took off his backpack and set it down, untying his skateboard. He put it on the ground and was able to hoist it up high enough to sit on the board. It rested nicely, and was must easier to move.
Dragos picked up his backpack, slung it over his right shoulder and started to push his trunk along and down the grand hall he had found himself in. He had a very limited idea of where he was suppose to go. He remembered something about a dungeon, but that was about it. Dragos pulled a crumpled piece of parchment out of the back pocket of his favourite ripped jeans and read it over. he found the location of his Common Room and the password, but he had no idea how to get to it. Instead, Dragos sat down on the steps of the huge staircase and figured he'd wait for someone to come along.
Limping slightly, he made his way to the stairs and sat down, resting his ankle down gingerly. He had only broken it a few months ago, and it was still a little tender, even though it had mostly healed. He checked it over, seeing the last remnants of his spectacular bruise and he smiled. It hadn't been funny at the time, but now he was proud of the bruise. It had been huge. Dragos was so into examining it, that he didn't even hear footsteps behind him coming down the stairs.
((Open!!!))
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 19:42:17 GMT -5
Penelope observed the new comer from a top the stairs as he, at first, wandered uncertain towards the stairs. It was not a bad thing that he was pretty easy on the eyes. So, the seventh year wasn't really having a bad time playing the silent observer from the heights.
Her eyes drifted away to his trunk for a couple of seconds and she frowned. The boy was certainly old enough to know what spells to use to keep the trunk levitating by his side. That stated, why didn't he use magic instead of dragging it and eventually getting tired of it. It simply didn't make any sense at all.
After he sat down, she decided to make her grand entrance and introduce herself. Maybe she'd be a helpful nice girl too and help him get to his house. Wouldn't be the first time she did this for a new comer anyhow.
"That's one nasty bruise you've got there," the girl said as a matter of fact as she was already standing on the step the boy was sitting. Her Spanish accent, faintly slipping through her words, but barely noticeable at this point. She had already caught up on her English vocabulary and British accent to cue others in on her actual nationality that easily.
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 19:49:33 GMT -5
Dragos nearly jumped off the step when he heard a voice from beside him. He looked up to see a girl standing there, looking down at his foot. He smiled as she said it was a nice bruise. "Thanks, I worked hard on it," he said. The tiny bit of Croatian accent seemed to seep through for some reason. He turned again, taking another look at the girl. He gulped slightly, as she was quite pretty, and Dragos knew what that meant. He was about to do something stupid.
Being extra careful, he stood up from the step and tried to act cool by leaning against his trunk. It was a shame that he hadn't realized it was still sitting his skateboard until it started to roll away, causing him to fall over and sent the trunk flying across the hall. It hit the wall and fell off the board, opening and sprawling it's contents in the process. Dragos sat on the ground and watched it roll away, unable to do anything about it. His wand was in the trunk, so he couldn't just whip it out and clean up the mess, but then again, he wasn't all that spectacular at spells like that anyway.
Sighing, he stood up and looked at the girl, laughing at himself. "Well that's one way to unpack," he said, trying to make light of the situation. He walked over to his mess and began cleaning it up. "What's you're name?" he called over his shoulder to her.
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 20:02:48 GMT -5
Penelope chuckled softly to herself as the whole disaster enacted itself in front of her eyes. This was exactly what people received for trying to play cool... a potentially embarrassing situation.
Shaking her head, a wide grin displaying on her face, she fished her wand from the pocket of her robes. Judging by the fact that he hadn't levitated his trunk till here, she was almost certain he wouldn't use magic to fix this mess earlier. The guy was pretty lucky that Sonja had taught her this kind of charms shortly before the previous term had ended.
"Most people actually wait till they are in their rooms to unpack, you know?" she asked in a light joking tone as he walked over to tuck his things in his trunk once again. "And other also use magic in these kind of situations.
With a slight movement of her right wrist and a pair of muttered Latin words the belongings of the new boy were already flying into the trunk. As a special touch clothes even folded and ordered themselves in neat piles along with the rest of his things.
"The name's Penelope," she started saying as things still fle through the air. "Torres if you're of the kind that calls everyone by their last name and, finally as an informational bonus, I'm a seventh year. What about you?"
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 20:18:01 GMT -5
Dragos watched as Penelope picked up his clothes and folded everything and got it all placed back in thr truck with a flick of her wrist. He was amazed and he stared at her with his mouth hanging open slightly. "I love magic...," he whispered, his voice trailing off slightly.
"Name is Dragomir Miloševic," Dragos said with a small bow, the Croatian accent evident again "But everyone just calls me Dragos." It was weird how something came out in a Croatian accent and some in a Welsh, but Dragos found it normal. He always said his name with a Croatian accent, but somethings came out with it too.
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 20:23:04 GMT -5
Penelope tried to pronounce the boys last name in her head, exactly how he had said it, but just couldn't manage to do it. If there was an original and not at all common last name it had to be his.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said along with a short nod of her head as he wand was once more safely tucked into her robes pocket.
"Out of pure curiosity, since your accent is one I had not heard before, where are you from?" the girl questioned before moving, obviously intent on sitting down on one of the steps of the stair.
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 20:43:52 GMT -5
Dragos smiled and chuckled lightly. People (except those in Croatia) always had trouble with his name and accent. He didn't mind explaining it, he actually liked it. "My dad was born in Croatia and my mum was born in Serbia, but I was born in Wales. I've lived in Croatia, Wales, England and in Ireland for a while. Been all over the place," he said with a small smile.
"What about you? Where are you from?" he asked, walking back over to the steps and sitting beside Penelope. He looked over her face, taking her features in. He was sure he was going to do something else stupid in front of such a pretty girl. It was only a matter of time...
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 20:54:01 GMT -5
"Oh! I see, a man of the world," she said slightly teasing him and for a couple of seconds flashed him a grin.
It actually resulted rather interesting for Penelope. She was one who enjoyed travelling and visiting new places very much, thing that also included meeting new people. Knowing someone who was from a place she had never gone before on a vacation trip was kind of intriguing.
"I'm from Argentina, as well are my parents and my entire family," she explained, answering to his questions. "How I ended up here, so far away, is a rather dull and boring story. Hence why I won't go into that specific tale... Long story short, it was my choice."
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 21:00:41 GMT -5
Argentina was one place Dragos hadn't been to, but he had always wanted to. He pretended to act sad that she wasn't going to tell her story, but he actually was. He wanted to hear it, but just over-dramatized his reaction. "Aww, I wanna hear!" he said, pouting and crossing his arms like a child, but grinned to show he was kidding, "But seriously. I'd like to hear the story." He added this and looked at her with a somewhat serious expression on his face. He did really want to know.
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 21:11:02 GMT -5
Penelope shook her head and then rolled her eyes at his good impersonation of a nagging five-year-old kid. Sadly for the boy, this kind of things did not help to convince Penelope to do anything. She was more than used to dealing with her younger siblings and it took much more than simple words to convince her. Especially if it was something she wasn't keen on doing in the first place.
"I'll tell it to you another time, okay?" Penelope said, more as a fact than a question. "Then you'll realize I was being honest when i said it was a boring story."
Crossing her legs she brushed her robes in a thoughtless way, just to make sure everything was in it's correct place, while she overlooked the boy for a couple of seconds. Since he was not wearing the uniform it was more than impossible to know which house he belonged to and, sadly, Penelope did not have and kind of psychic powers that allowed her to find out any other way.
"What house are you in?" she finally asked, her eyes looking directly into his.
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 21:22:01 GMT -5
Dragos nodded his head when she said she'd tell him later. It seemed that she didn't really want to tell him, so he wasn't going to push her. if she didn't want to say, that was fine with him. "Some other time then. I'm sure it's not that boring," he said, winking at her.
Dragos watched Penelope fixing her robes and he chuckled slightly. He looked down at his own clothing and saw how scruffy he looked in his old jeans and t-shirt. His sighed, and looked back at Penelope and saw she was looking at him. He sighed again at her question and tried to remember what he had been told. "They tell me I'm in Slytherin," he said shrugging, but grinning. He glanced at her robes and saw a flash of green. He knew that was Slytherin too, only because his robes were in his trunk.
"Looks like you call Slytherin home too," he said pointing to the crest on her robes.
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 21:29:06 GMT -5
"Another new snake?" she asked quite surprised, though not really expecting for an affirmative response from him. he had stated that only seconds ago after all. "They seem to be coming by the dozen lately."
"You're a lucky guy," she stated as a matter of fact. "You were placed in the best house of them all. I should know, since I'm one too." So apparently, stating the obvious facts was Penelope's treat of the day.
"And what year? Fifth? Sixth? Seventh?" she continued with her questions. By his appearance her guess would be sixth or seventh year. Still, there were some kids in the fifth year that looked older than their own age. Sometimes it turned hard to guess and get things right in this area.
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 21:38:01 GMT -5
"Of course it's the best house! You're in it," Dragos said grinning, but the regretted it immediately. Two stupid things done and counting. Dragos wished he had kept his mouth shut. Now he just looked like a big dork. Well that was brilliant, idiot! he yelled at himself in his head. He felt his cheek flush slightly, and he suddenly became very interested with the laces on his shoes. He continued to stare at them as he answered her question. "Sixth," he replied quietly, cautiously looking up at Penelope.
Stupid! Big stupid moron! Go blabbing you're head off to a girl you barely even know. Govno! he swore at himself in Croatian, still looking at his laces. He wished he wasn't so awkward and could talk to girls. It was just a girl! It should be this hard...
((Govno= sh!t XD))
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Post by penelope on Jul 12, 2006 21:46:32 GMT -5
Penelope had to do her best to keep herself from giggling. Not exactly because of what he had said, no that was rather flattering. His own reactions to his words were the reason behind her urgent need to giggle. Not everyday did you see a boy blush and even less cause had just complimented you. Penelope found that rather... cute.
"I don't know exactly how many sixth years we currently have, but the ones I do know are kind of ok," she commented trying to keep the topic moving into another direction and make the boy feel comfortable again. "Unless you count the ice queen who recently joined the snakes army. Though she's ok too, I guess, unless you get on her bad side. then it's all smarta** remarks flying out of her mouth."
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Post by dragos on Jul 12, 2006 21:56:12 GMT -5
Dragos finally looked back up at Penelope and smiled broadly. He wanted to thank her for not laughing at him but he didn't dare open his mouth again, for fear that something else stupid would come out before he could stop himself. The smile didn't fade from his face, and he listened as she told him about the other Slytherin sixth years. He was curious about this "ice queen".
Choosing his words carefully, he finally spoke again. "'Ice Queen'? She'll have a bit of competition with the smart Alec remarks now. I'm pro!" he said, smiling and quite proud of himself. His smart remarks were usually what got him in trouble with professors and adults, but his friends always found them funny. He was a very sarcastic person, but after a while, it was easy to tell when he was kidding about something. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he was.
"So, where is the Slytherin house anyway?" he asked, looking around, "In the letter I got, it said something about the dungeons but...where are they?" He chuckled slightly as he continued to look around for some sign of these "dungeons".
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