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Post by spicer on Jan 5, 2007 22:44:44 GMT -5
“We could check it out together,” Braxton said beaming and thinking that it would be great to go and pick out his owl with Ryan. Then hearing that Ryan still needed to get his wand Braxton suddenly remembered his own. Taking it out of his pocket with much difficulty before managing to bring it up to the table showing it to Ryan with a smile as he said, “I just got mine today, before we came in for dinner. It’s pretty cool isn’t it?”
“No, not really,” Brax said with a small shrug. He hadn’t really ever had a chance to try any. His mom and dad were pretty careful not to let their wands out of their site. Hearing this Braxton’s dad smiled and took out his wand giving it a small flick. At once the empty bottle that Braxton had just finished turned into a parrot and took flight. Brax gave a small start and then laughed as he watched the parrot circle high above his head, before making a be line for the door and escaping through it as a patron entered.
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Post by scobee on Jan 6, 2007 13:35:50 GMT -5
“Ya, we should.” Ryan said with a grin. He wouldn’t mind going and picking up his animal with Braxton, it just meant that he would get to spend a little more time getting to know him before they headed out. This way he would have one friend when he got to Hogwarts, well at least, an acquaintance, if Braxton didn’t really consider him a friend yet.
Watching as Braxton removed his wand from his pocket he just stared at it. So, that is what they looked like. A wooden rod. “It is cool.” Ryan said with a bit of wonder in his voice. He was wondering if they all looked like Braxton’s or if they came in a assortment of varieties. “Um. Do they all look the same or are each person’s slightly different from everyone else’s?” He questioned a bit of embarrassment at not knowing the answer in his voice.
Then turning his attention back to the table he just watched in amazement as Braxton’s dad made a parrot out of a bottle and it took off around the pub. “Awesome.” he mumbled to himself mostly. He wanted to learn how to do that. It would be so cool to make a parrot appear out of thin air in his mother’s kitchen so that he could show her he knew how to do some magic. His mother, on the other hand, would probably go through the roof in shock/anger that an animal was soaring about the house, but he still thought it would be neat to learn. “How hard is it to do that?” he asked Braxton’s dad.
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Post by spicer on Jan 6, 2007 16:18:19 GMT -5
“There are different things that a wand can be made of. The kinds of woods and cores that go into them vary with each wand, also they come in all sizes.” Braxton said with a smile, explaining what his dad had told him just earlier that day when he had inquired about the same thing. He couldn’t exactly remember what the man had said his was, but knew that his dad would know what it was if he wanted to know later on. He was too interested in looking at it and playing around with it to catch anything the adults were saying.
Braxton’s dad watched as the bird flew out the door and smile as his youngest son pointed up at it saying birdie. Then hearing Ryan’s question he gave him a smile before saying, “Not to hard, but it is a little more advanced for an eleven year old. But don’t worry you guys will be learning cool things soon enough. Maybe not how to turn a bottle into a bird, but trust me it will still be interesting.” He knew that Ryan must be interested in magic, heck Brax was and he was around it all the time, so he assumed that it must be even more exciting for someone who has never seen it before. He then continued, “What I just did was transfiguration, which you guys will be taking in a few weeks when you go to Hogwarts. It was one of my favorite classes there. Actually all of the classes were interesting, well all of them except History.” he added the last with a little laugh.
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Post by scobee on Jan 6, 2007 20:56:00 GMT -5
“Oh.” Ryan said thinking that it was neat that everyone had a different wand and that it would be unique to the owner. He was starting to wish that he had made his dad stop in at the wand shop before they had given up shopping for the day. But at the time it wasn’t that important to him because he didn’t really know why he would need to be carrying around a piece of wood. Now, however, he wished he had it so that he could show Braxton what kind of wood he had got and it’s fill. Which was another surprise to him, he didn’t know that their was anything in the wands for a core. He just thought it was a solid piece of wood.
Ryan listened to Brax’s dad about the magic he had just preformed and what kind it was. He had known that there was some kind of a difference between things, because of all the different books they were making him get and their titles tipped him off a bit. He still didn’t know, though, what each kind of magic was used for or what it did in general. Laughing slightly he said, “History is never interesting.” He had had history since he had started attending a muggle school at the age of five.
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Post by spicer on Jan 6, 2007 23:05:15 GMT -5
The conversation continued for a bit with the adults having discussions about the differences between the muggle and wizarding world, and the kids talking about what kinds of things that they might learn at Hogwarts and which subjects they were looking to most. Minutes passed by and another round of drinks was served. Right after the waiter had gotten done getting the drinks Braxton asked Ryan, “So which house do you think that you will go into?” He didn’t know if Ryan even knew enough about the houses to answer that, but he might considering the conversatioin they had with the older Slytherin girl in the candy shop earlier that day.
Braxton had a pretty good idea which house’s he might be going into based off of which houses his parents were in, but even then it wasn’t a sure thing that he would belong in either of them either. He wasn’t entirely sure how the houses were decided, but he knew enough about the process from his mom and dad that he thought he could guess which house he would be in. They had explained the characteristics that were looked for in the houses so he could make an educated guess.
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Post by scobee on Jan 7, 2007 14:05:17 GMT -5
“I don’t know. I think that getting into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff would be great, but Gryffindor wouldn’t be bad either.” Ryan said still not really up on which traits matched which house. He also didn’t really see many of the traits, that he had gotten out of their, slightly disturbing, conversation with the older girl in the candy shop, in himself. “Slytherin sounds like a house that I would probably like to stay away from, but I guess any house that I get into I could live with.” he continued with a shrug.
“To tell you the truth, I still don’t really understand what each house represents and what they are looking for in a person.” Ryan admitted after a minute or so. He figured that Brax would have a better idea about the houses and what house he might go into. “So what about you? Which house do you think you’ll end up in?” he inquired, with genuine interest in his voice.
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Post by spicer on Jan 7, 2007 14:49:10 GMT -5
“Ya every house has its perks, I guess. But I agree I am not sure I would want to be in Slytherin either.” Braxton said thinking back to his encounter with Reina. He knew a little more about the houses then Ryan evidently did, but still it wasn’t a lot. All he knew was the basic traits that the houses represented, but that was about it.
“Well if you go by what house my parents were in, which still isn’t a fool proof way of telling which house you are going to be in, I would have to say probably Ravenclaw. If not Ravenclaw then probably Hufflepuff. But you never really know until you have been sorted, or so that's what they tell me.” Brax said with a smile.
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Post by scobee on Jan 8, 2007 0:17:15 GMT -5
Ryan found Brax’s statement about going into the same house as your parents, or one of them, interesting. He hadn’t really thought that it would be, kind of like, a heredity thing that would be passed down from generation to generation. Now that he thought harder about it though it made perfect sense. Since you would be like your parents, to some certain extent, in the things that you found acceptable and the way that you acted. “So then both of you guys went into Ravenclaw?” he questioned, addressing it to Braxton’s parents.
“Whatever house it is that we go into, it would be cool if we went into the same one.” He said thinking that it would be great to have a friend in the same house as him right off the bat and have someone to hangout with in the common room.
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Post by spicer on Jan 8, 2007 14:39:46 GMT -5
Smiling Braxton’s dad said, “Yep, actually that’s where we first met. Brax’s mom was a year younger then me in school, but we shared the same common room and grew quite fond of each other over the years there. Don’t you remember those days honey?”
Brax just rolled his eye and grew a little pink in the ears as he thought to himself, Here he goes again. He didn’t really care that his dad answered Ryan’s question, but did he really need to go into all that detail about how him and his mom met? Couldn’t he have just said that they both were in Ravenclaw during the same time frame as each other? No, he had to give the details, which was really quite embarrassing to have to sit and listen, especially when he was sharing them with people that they had just met.
When Ryan spoke again Braxton was relieved to exit the part of the conversation with his dad and how they met. “Ya that would be great.” Brax said with a small smile, “Then we could hang out in the common room together. Being in the same house would be a lot of fun, but even if we’re not we will still have the same classes together, since all first years have the same classes and everything. So I am sure we will see each other around a lot anyways.” Even as Brax said this he knew that he would like it best if they were in the same house, then they both could root for the same quidditch team and share the common room and everything. He didn't know why exactly, but for some reason he knew that Ryan would be a good friend to have and wanted to be friends with him regardless of which house they were sorted into.
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Post by scobee on Jan 9, 2007 23:51:42 GMT -5
Ryan smiled as Braxton’s dad started to go off on how he had met Brax’s mom, but that wasn’t what Ryan found funny. He found the expression on Brax’s face funny. It seemed that he was getting a bit embarrassed at his dad’s words about his parents, but it wasn’t really bothering Ryan that much. He was just being amused at the appalled look on Brax’s face and trying to pay attention to Braxton’s dad without laughing out loud or appearing to be uninterested.
“First years have all the same classes together? Cool.” Ryan said with a grin. That would mean that he saw Braxton no matter what and they could reek havoc on their teachers. No, that wasn’t Ryan. There would be no havoc reeked, unless, Braxton started it and then he might join in with him. “Umm...I was looking at the stores and one said something about Quidditch, is it some kind of a wizarding sport or sometime?” he asked, his voice a bit lower than normal, totally butchering the name Quidditch, but hey he hadn’t ever heard it spoken and didn’t have a clue how it was supposed to be said. So Brax would cut him some slack. Hopefully.
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Post by spicer on Jan 11, 2007 17:42:46 GMT -5
Braxton smiled and tried not to laugh when Ryan brought up Quidditch. It was rather amusing that Ryan hadn’t at least heard about it, considering it was the biggest sport in the wizarding world and most people had a team that they followed, but then again who could really hold that against him. After all he was from the muggle world not the wizarding world.
“Quidditch,” Braxton said, the right way, with a grin, “Ya, it’s a wizarding sport. It’s played on brooms up in the air and the teams have to try and put a quaffle,through three hoops while one member of the team tries to find the snitch, which ends the game.” Sure it wasn’t the in depth version but still it pretty much summed up the goals of quidditch. “It’s really fun to play. You should try it sometime,” he added with a smile.
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Post by scobee on Jan 11, 2007 20:37:38 GMT -5
Once again Ryan felt a little left out of the loop, but at least it seemed that Braxton understood how he was feeling or at least he was polite enough to not laugh directly to his face, even if he made fun of him later. Ryan would just have to get used to the idea that he was clueless and that he had a lot to learn about the wizarding world.
Listening to Braxton talk about Quidditch he couldn’t help wanting to give it a go, but he didn’t have any idea what supplies and things were needed for the game. Not to mention, he was the only wizard in his family, so it would be a little hard to play by himself considering it seemed that it was a multiple player sport. “What do you need to play?” Ryan asked wondering Braxton could tell him so that he could pester his dad about getting some of them tomorrow. “Do you have your own broom? Could you show me how to play sometime? What positions are there? Which one is your favorite?” he continued, bombarding Braxton with questions.
Then remembering that the letter that he had gotten from Hogwats had said that first years weren’t allowed their own broom. This really hadn’t bothered him when he had first gotten his letter, after all why would you want a broom? He didn’t plan on sweeping anything. But now that he knew that they weren’t just for sweeping and that they were used to play a game he was outraged at this unjust rule. “How are you supposed to play that game if they won’t allow you a broom at Hogwarts?” he asked incredulously.
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Post by spicer on Jan 11, 2007 21:47:48 GMT -5
Braxton was about to answer Ryan’s first question when he got bombarded with four more. Smiling he waited for him to finish and then said, “You’ll need a broom, but they are expensive. That’s why I don’t have one, we can’t afford it.” As Braxton said this his dad almost choked on his dinner. What was with that kid? Did he really have to make note to tell everyone? Of course Brax didn’t even think twice he was just talking like he normally did. Completely ignoring his dad he continued, “I want one, but for now I use my parent’s old ones. Though they aren’t anything compared to the new ones out. Then depending on which position you want to play you may either want a bludger, quaffle or snitch to practice with. I like to play all of the positions for the most part. Seeker isn’t really my favorite, but it’s still alright.”
Stopping for a minute he heard Ryan’s final question. “That’s a good point. You can’t have them at Hogwarts until your second year, but you can still play before you go. I play in our backyard all the time.” Brax said with a confident smile at the end. Of course he forgot that Ryan lived in a muggle community were as he lived in a wizarding one for the most part.
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Post by scobee on Jan 12, 2007 12:03:56 GMT -5
Ryan was mentally listing everything that Braxton told him he would need, in order, to play Quidditch. He wanted to give it a try as soon as he could. Thinking that as soon as he got home he would mount his broom, that he would whine for and get tomorrow, and start practicing flying so that when he finally did get to play with Braxton he wouldn’t suck. It hadn’t even occurred to him yet that he wouldn’t be able to play around with a broom and fly in his muggle neighborhood, but the thought had crossed his dad’s mind. Ryan’s dad, though, was struggling with informing Ryan that he highly doubted that his mother would allow him to fly on a broom in the backyard or let her smash his dreams.
Deciding to let the explanation go at the moment he knew that it would get taken care of once he was back with his mum. Yes. He would let Ryan’s mum explain why he just couldn’t do that in the middle of their neighborhood. He could just hear her now, ‘What on earth do you think you are doing! What will the neighbors say? You can’t just go flying around on a broom! That isn’t normal! They’ll talk about us!’ and on and on she would go. Yep, that would probably be her response he thought with a smile. Oh well better her than me.
Still taking down what he might want to get he wondered again what the different positions did exactly and what position each item went to. “So which positions play with what?” he asked, then added, “What is a seeker?”
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Post by spicer on Jan 12, 2007 13:32:13 GMT -5
“The beater’s position plays with beaters bats and the bludgers. There jobs are to keep the bludgers away from the other teammates while aiming for the opposite team using their bats. The chasers play with the quaffle and they pass it back and forth to each other trying to score goals, and the seeker is the one who catches the snitch. They fly around looking for the little golden snitch and once they find it the game is over. The snitch is also worth 150 points compared to the goals which are only ten points.” Braxton said trying to make sure he covered everything and said it in a way that Ryan would understand what each position did.
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