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Post by curtis on Jan 3, 2007 11:26:09 GMT -5
It was one thing to be embarrassed by a mother in public with random personal comments like, “Did you remember to clean the cat’s litter?” or, “This reminds me of the time you posed for the camera with nothing a cowboy’s hat!” It is another to be publicly humiliated because of a toddler on a child’s leash that decided to take the only family outing of the year to have a tantrum. Just imagine, walking through the streets of London with one devil doing everything but screaming for no apparent reason, two babies sobbing because of the sun in their eyes, two young children fighting over a toy truck, and two adults arguing over what time they’d meet for lunch. Believe it or not, only one family was causing all this commotion, and there was only one who didn’t feel the need to argue, fight, cry, or frail his arms as a desperate act for attention. This only one being eleven with a look of despair across his face. This thick-set boy slumped in hopes he wouldn’t be classified as odd despite his unusual array of garments, and the fact the rest of his family were a flock of hooligans. The boy was clad in a pair of linen trousers with a couple of patches here and there with a pair of rainbow suspenders attached. Overtop (for he had to cover those horrid straps) covering his chest was a black Bon Jovi concert shirt dating back 20 years. It was nearly down to his knees. Thankfully his father was attracting much more attention for he was dressed in a bright floral maternity dress that too went down nearly to his knees that showed off muscular, hairy legs. A disturbing thought indeed. The normal of the bunch bowed his head in defeat as he continued to trudge through London, each step becoming harder and harder than the one before. Why was a family of eight with 5 young children walking through London? Because their truck had broken-down awhile back, and a pure-blooded wizard couldn’t have fixed the car with magic in the middle of London! Why the ministry would be hoarding them! Sadly for the family, they had to be seen with such unusual garments. When the parents finally noticed the mayhem their children were causing, the mother snapped at her son, “Curtis, do you mind putting on the twins’ sunglasses?” She turned back to her husband before adding, “And get the other three to stop crying?” Curtis looked at his mother through pale blue eyes, and felt his hands grip tighter on the pusher of the double-carriage. He dug into his pockets in search of their sunglasses before forcing them onto the ends of their noses and muttering to each in a pet-voice, “Don’t fuss. We are almost there. I think…” Curtis’ left hand dug into his back pocket before retrieving a small piece of hard wrapped candy. He was saving it for later, but since mother asked him to get the toddler to stop crying… Taking hold of the leash, he pulled on it slightly which made the ‘pet’ come back. He squatted down, ignoring the slight pang in his Achilles tendon as he handed the crying 3-year-old the candy, and he stuffed the wrapper back into his pocket. Curtis didn’t know what to do for Cailin and Donovan; they were fighting over a toy, and he had nothing to give to either. He let go of the carriage before gathering Donovan in his left arm, and continued pushing the carriage. Anyone in London could have easily mistaken him for a midget nanny. Honestly. He had a kid on a leash, two in a carriage, one in his arms, and another hanging on the arm that was used for pushing the carriage. Where were the parents? They’d left him yet again to care for his siblings while they took the opportunity to decide a time to meet for lunch. It seemed like forever before they finally got to the Leaky Cauldron, and Curtis’s arm was getting stiff from holding a 30lb child. The parents opened the door for themselves and did not have the slightest bit of courtesy to hold the door open for their children. Curtis called gently to the one now climbing the carriage in complete boredom, “Cailin, do you mind opening the door for Curtis?” She did so obediently, and the rest of the family entered the Leaky Cauldron. Curtis’s keen eyes searched the room attentively before he let Donovan on the ground. He bent and stretched his left arm a couple off times to subside the cramps that he had for carrying a four-year-old boy for nearly twenty minutes. And he waited, shifting his weight uncomfortably from his left leg to the right. The parents looked at all their red-headed children and then Curtis before the mother stated. “Ok. We are splitting up for now. Neasa, Shea, and Sabia will be coming with me. Donovan, and Cailin will be going with your dad.” They’d finally done it. They had forgotten about the unpaid nanny. Curtis bit and chewed on his thin bottom lip as Neasa, Shea, and Sabia left with his mother, Marla. His father turned to Curtis before stating rather quickly, “We didn’t forget about you, you get to explore Diagon Alley on your own.” He dug into his pocket and collected a single sickle and about 4 knuts before shoving them into his sons hands. “He is some money, we are meeting back here at one for lunch. Don’t buy anything on your list, we’ll be buying those together after lunch” He bowed his head before pulling out a wand and transfiguring both of their clothing into Wizarding wear and leaving with the other half of his family. Curtis grinned shyly despite himself. A sickle and four knuts was more than the boy got to spend in a year. Had his father made a mistake? He turned in the way his dad had left and saw he had left. His mouth curled up into a wide grin. He had money; he had more responsibility than he thought he’d ever have. All he was responsible for normally was raising his many siblings, and perhaps holding onto money when their parents didn’t have time to go to the bank. Curtis’s hand went into his pocket and found the wand his family had been passing down from generation to generation. Indeed, his parents were being nice today. His eyes searched the room and saw nothing exciting at all. He headed to the back wall before calling out cheerily from his memory, “Three up, two across, and voila!” He watched as the archway began to form. What would he spend his money on? He could buy a couple of books just for the fun of reading, or a pet toad for Hogwarts, or candy. Candy wasn’t something he got every day like all the other kids on the alley probably did. He got maybe half a bag of candy on his birthday, a couple of candies in his stalking for Christmas, and if his parents were feeling nice, a couple more just for being good. He wanted Wizarding candy, not those stupid little candy mints he always seemed to get. He wanted Fizzing Whisbees and Chocolate Frogs, and of course his favourite, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum. And all the big more, he wanted licorice wands, and peppermint toads, and every other candy that the Wizarding World had to offer. He loved candy, and boy did he want some. As he entered Diagon Alley, he saw a sight that widened his cobalt eyes. Various wizarding folk with the wizarding clothing, holding wands. Although your average wizard would see these and would think it was quite average, but living in a Muggle community on a farm, he only saw strangers in wizarding clothing once a year on the family outing. But this time was different. He was alone, and he was responsible. The chit-chattering of brooms, and Honeydukes made him smile all the bit more. Curtis craned his head to the left as he squinted his eyes to see all the bit farther before sighting the candy store. He began to walk in that direction and opened the door to the store. He breathed in deeply, and could almost eat the mere smell of the shop. He grinned and began going through the various treats the store had to offer. He only wanted to spend half the sickle in this store. [ooc: open. Not expecting you to write as much . I went insane.]
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Post by scobee on Jan 3, 2007 14:34:20 GMT -5
Ryan entered Diagon alley at his fathers side. His dad was dressed in the best suit money could buy, and had insisted that his son wear just as nice clothes, but perhaps a little more causal then a full out suit. Ryan was dressed in pressed blue jeans and a nice dark blue Aborcrombie polo shirt that went with his jeans perfectly, heck they were even the same brand. Ryan was excited not only to be going into Diagon Alley for the first time, but also because it wasn’t everyday that he got to spend this much time with his dad. They had spent the whole day together so far and his dad had promised to get him anything he needed or wanted while they were in the alley. His dad was just like that, willing to give his son anything he wanted, because he lived so far away and only came in to see him about once every couple of months.
Entering the alley the first stop they would have to make was Gringotts considering the only money they had was the Australian dollar and a couple of pounds that Ryan’s mom had made sure to give him. They stood out a bit, what with them both dressed in muggle clothes, but that didn’t phase Ryan one bit. He was just to excited to even care about the differences in their clothing compared to the others. His dad on the other hand was a bit more nervous considering he had never been to a wizarding place before and had not even known that they had existed until his son had received his letter. Making their way over to the big white building in the center of the town Ryan’s eyes were glued to every store they passed. There were stores for everything from wands to quidditch supplies, which he had no clue what quidditch meant but it still interested him all the same. Finally, as they passed one store in particular he immediately knew that they would have to go there next. I mean who could pass up candy, and wizarding candy at that. He could only imagine the possibilities that the store might hold.
Once they had swapped out their money for wizard coins his dad inquired where his son might want to go next. “That store over there,” Ryan said, with a smile, pointing in the stores direction. Looking up his dad just smiled and then said, “Of course you do. We can go in and get a couple of things but don’t go all nutty we still haven’t even had lunch yet.” At his fathers words he left his father’s side and bolted for the door. His dad just laughed and kept up his same speed, he would get there eventually.
Once in the store Ryan took in everything, he was so excited that with every shelf or bin he passed he wanted some of whatever was in it. Well until he came to the Cockroach clusters, who ate cockroaches he asked himself with a small shutter. He didn’t know what any of the candy did but still he imagined that it would taste great. Looking around a little more he noticed another kid about his same age.
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Post by spicer on Jan 3, 2007 15:20:59 GMT -5
Braxton had been to Diagon Alley a couple of times before, but this time was different. This time they were visiting it just for him and that is what thrilled Braxton the most. He had never really gotten to go some where just on the account of him. It was always for the family or some other reason. His dad had saved enough money over the previous couple of months for this occasion alone. He, his little brother, mom and dad were spending the night at the Leaky Cauldron and spending two whole days in Diagon Alley. Two days were a lot to him considering his family was struggling for money as it was and they had never really gotten to stay over night in a place before. Well unless you count grandma’s house, and that just wasn’t the same thing.
There were so many things that Braxton was excited to get. Things that might seem normal to other children made his whole day. He couldn’t wait to go and pick up his text books, school robes, and most important of all, his wand. He was most excited to go to the wand shop and get his own wand. Ever since he was little he wanted one of his own. Braxton’s dad had assured him that they would have time to do everything, but thought that since it was a special occasion they should spend the first part of the day having a bit of fun. Handing his son a couple of coins, two sickles and four knuts, his dad said with a smile, “Go and get yourself a treat why we iron a few things out and then we will all meet back here for lunch.” Braxton’s dad and mom had some business they needed to take care of at Gringotts before they did anything else, so they thought it would be nice for their son to be able to go and explore on his own. They would take his younger brother with them to Gringotts so that he didn’t have to be responsible for him.
Grinning widely he waved bye to his parents and younger brother before turning his attention back to the stores. He had two whole hours to waste, which was a lot for him, and not a clue as to how he was going to waste them. Walking up the street he went in and out of a couple of shops here and there before he reached the candy shop. This was by far his favorite shop in Diagon Alley, even though on his previous visits the only thing he could do was look. Now that he had money though this was soon to be a different story. Walking into the shop he couldn’t help but smile.
He knew exactly what he wanted, but it was still fun to look around and see if there was anything new that he would like to try. Walking around the store he noticed that there were a couple of other buys his age in there. Being the talker that he was he walked over to where they were, standing just a couple of feet a part from each other, and said with a smile, “So what are you guys thinking about getting? Anything new that I should know about?”
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Post by curtis on Jan 3, 2007 15:41:58 GMT -5
Curtis’s eyes widened as he looked down one aisle of the Candy Store. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy as far as the eye could see! He let his clear eyes wander over all the glossy labels in search of his favourite sweets as he flung his dark hair back out of his eyes. How he wished he could just have a piece of them all, but a sickle and a couple of knuts could buy you only five or six pieces of hard candy; not nearly enough for every type for the shelves were overflowing with sweets.
Curtis came across one of his absolute favourite, Sugar Quills before he reached out and saw a boy about his age just staring at him from the corner of his eyes. People didn’t normally stare it him for his parents were the odd ones, not him. He looked in the opposite direction to see if he was staring at a pretty girl or someone he knew and came across nothing at all what-so-ever. Curtis’s face pretty much spelt confusion as he turned away, trying to avoid the boy’s eyes. Maybe it was the fact he wasn’t top class, maybe he was just looking at one of the last boxes of Sugar Quills on the shelf.
Whatever it was, it was beginning to really confuse the heavy-set eleven-year-old boy and his expressive eyebrows and eyes showed that. Instantly, the boy found himself chewing his bottom lip once again as he went back to stare at the box of Sugar Quills. He took one of the smaller boxes with maybe five ‘quills’ inside before heading back out of that aisle in the direction of the boy that was looking at him. After all, the only things left were the weird treats like Acid Pops, Blood Lollipops, and Cockroach Clusters. He personally had never tried the clusters, for he was a rather picky eater, and there was no way on Earth or Heaven that he’d eat a Cockroach or hotdog.
Curtis inwardly cheered as he finally walked by the other boy, for it was rather frightening to be unintentionally interrogated. Now, if he’d only been so lucky to have gotten away so easily.
Curtis was less than two feet away from leaving the aisle when he heard, “So, what are you all thinking of getting? Anything new?” He once again bowed down in defeat. He could just walk away, but how would they think of him? If he was right and they were also coming to Hogwarts for the first time, then if he just walked away, he’d be considered a loner and quite rude. Quite frankly, he was neither and he didn’t want to make any enemies before heading off to the school.
Therefore, he took two steps closer before saying rather shyly in a deep Irish accent, “I’m getting whatever looks good and Sugar Quills, and I believe those Exploding Pop Rocks are the newest. I think they’re new anyways.” Looking down at them both ((ooc: assuming neither of you are taller than about 5’1”)) and then up at the man dressed smartly, he instantly looked back down at his feet before continuing, “The new stuff is by the door if you’re looking.” He was raised to be rather modest when it came to those better off; and believe me when I say the majority of the people he knew were better off because he was a simple farm boy.
Curtis shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the next for now that he talked, he was involved. He couldn’t just walk away now. After a moment’s silence, he added with a slight bit more confidence, “I’m Curtis by the way. Curtis Sutherland.” He didn’t offer a hand to shake for it simply wasn’t his style, instead he offered a small straight grin.
Now the question was, what would they think of him?
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Post by scobee on Jan 4, 2007 1:16:53 GMT -5
Ryan had glanced at the boy closest to him and then turned away fairly quickly, but when he next looked up at the kid he couldn’t help but notice that the boy seemed to be a bit odd. It looked like he had become quite uncomfortable in the mere presence of another. Had it been something he did, but he hadn’t done anything that he could recall to make someone so nervous. Maybe, he just got nervous around people that he didn’t know or maybe it had something to do with the way Ryan was dressed. He didn’t think that this could really be the case considering it was him, Ryan, that was a bit uncomfortable in his own muggle attire. Still thinking to himself he glanced back to the bin, containing ice mice, and was glad to see that his father had finally made it into the store. At the arrival of him, Ryan had forgot about the boy and his confused expression and made to go over to him. He planned on showing him some of the things that he was thinking about trying, but before he could even make a step in that direction he heard another voice speak behind them.
Making to answer, he heard the kid, that he had previously been wondering about, speak up and quickly shut his mouth without saying a word. He caught the boys accent and smiled a bit recognizing it. “And I have no idea what I’m getting or what any of these things are for that matter.” Ryan chimed in after the taller boy was done speaking. He was a bit of a shy kid and one that really didn’t like to talk to others, but decided that he to better answer Braxton or he would be thought the snob, that they probably were already thinking he was. Even though he was far from being a snob, everyone mistaken him for one anyways because of the way he dressed or the things he had and he knew that his dad’s attire wasn’t helping the situation, nor probably was his. The only thing that he could hope for was for them to give him a sporting chance to prove otherwise. His dad had seen that Ryan was surrounded by boys that looked close to his age and decided to leave him alone for a minute and persue the aisle by himself for awhile.
Watching curiously as the taller boy seemed to get a bit nervous again and then seemed to gain some confidence when he introduced himself, he said smiling, “Nice to meet you. I’m Ryan. Ryan Scobee.” He extended his hand to the boy because it was what he was taught to do when meeting people. After he shook Curtis’s hand he would offer it to Braxton.
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Post by spicer on Jan 4, 2007 1:37:16 GMT -5
Braxton listened as the two boys spoke. “Sugar quills are one of my favorite things here also,” he said with a smile looking up at the kid. Then hearing Ryan said, “Well I haven’t tried the exploding pop rocks, but I imagine they are pretty good. I really like the ice mice and chocolate frogs. Out of the two the chocolate frogs are my favorite considering you get the added bonus of a wizard card in them.” It was a rare occasion for Braxton to get any wizarding treat so naturally he liked the ones that gave him more then just the instant satisfaction of a sugar high.
Hearing both of there names he said with a smile, “I’m Braxton Spicer, it’s nice to meet you both,” shaking Ryan’s hand he then continued, “Are you guys going to be going to Hogwarts as well?” He thought that they were around his same age but he couldn’t be sure so he just decided to throw out the question.
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Post by diablo on Jan 5, 2007 2:20:31 GMT -5
~Now now where would I be if I didn't crash a fristies thread~
Reina was doing what she normally did. Steal money from the patrons, not because she was poor on the contrary she had a bit of coins in the bank, but because she was bored. She was really into pick pocketing someone while they were in line taking all their coins then watch as they searched for it at the counter and their little faces dropping with sadness and dissappointment.
This little act would have entertained Reina all day long especially now that her pockets were getting bigger and bigger. That was until she heard news that made her shiver. Young voice discussing Hoggy School. Reina went up to the three and even though she was on break she had on her school badge that classified her as a Slytherin Prefect, if the young things could recognize such a badge or even read the words on it.
"Whoa! Don't tell me that you are excited to go to school are you?"
Reina didn't mention names. She had heard a Braxton, Ryan, and a Curtis, but she didn'tknow who said whom they were.
"Don't you know it may be the best school ever, but the scariest to survive in. Most don't make it through the first year and if they do, some are committed by the 4th. Seriously."
Reina squinted her eyes at them and asked a small question.
"Do you know the houses?"
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Post by scobee on Jan 5, 2007 17:08:46 GMT -5
Ryan was just about to answer Braxton when someone started talking to them. Startled he looked up to see an older girl. Not being one to say much he just stood there and looked incredulously as she went off about how scary Hogwarts was. He hadn’t heard all that much about the school seeing how none of his family members were wizards but he was still smart enough to know that she was lying. He knew that she was just harassing them, because noone would continue going to a school that had a track record like that, right?
Her next question puzzled him a bit. Did he know his house? What did that mean? Did kids live in different houses or something? “Houses?” he said still puzzled, “I guess I don’t get what you mean exactly. But then again, I hadn't heard about Hogwarts until a month ago so I could be missing something.”
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Post by spicer on Jan 5, 2007 17:29:08 GMT -5
Braxton had much the same reaction as Ryan did to Reina’s words. He didn’t really think that all those things happened at Hogwarts, but still her words unsettled him. He looked up and saw something pinned to her robes. Looking at it closely he noticed that it was a pin that showed her as a Slytherin. However, his attention changed when Ryan started to speak. He tried to hold in a laugh.
Of course he knew that there were four houses at Hogwarts and that students got sorted into them when they arrived, and assumed that everyone else would have known that too. He had forgotten about muggle borns and their lack of knowledge of the wizarding world. Opening his mouth he said with a smile in Ryan’s direction, “You get sorted into a house once you arrive at Hogwarts,” then turning his attention back up to the girl he added, “but she should already know that considering she is a prefect there.”
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Post by curtis on Jan 5, 2007 18:53:59 GMT -5
((ooc: Sorry for powerplaying your dad Ryan, I read your post wrong. And Reina... I should have seen this one coming >_< ))
Curtis almost dropped his mouth at the mere thought of someone not knowing what the different candies were called, and what they did. That would mean he’d never had these candies before, and there was no way that Curtis could survive even a week with a candy of some sort – wizarding or not. He kept this in mind before lifting his right hand to meet Ryan’s handshake. Despite the fact he wasn’t raised to shake people’s hands, he knew what they were; he’d seen it in a muggle movie once or twice. As Ryan shook Curtis’s right hand, it felt a bit awkward to the tall boy for he was left-handed, and therefore his grasp on the hand was a bit less strong then intended.
Curtis listened to the kid, Braxton, with his statements on why Chocolate Frogs were better than the Ice Mice before nodding. It was interesting to receive the Wizarding Cards for the pictures moved which indeed interested a boy who found sparkly things captivating. Curtis added with a slight bit more of ease, “The cards are the only reason I buy them in the first place, I’m not too found of milk-chocolate. I normally give the chocolate to my siblings” Self-consciously, he shifted his weight once again from one foot to the other before looking down.
Are you guys going to be going to Hogwarts as well?”
Curtis just shrugged before being interrupted by a teenager with a shiny badge on. Shiny and captivating indeed; he’d remember the little ‘P’ that was found on the badge for awhile until something else interesting came up.
As the girl stated her next couple of lines, Curtis opened his already large blue eyes a bit wider. He blurted out without thinking, “What do you mean, ‘not make it through the first year?’ ” What a way to turn the potential incoming students away from Hogwarts. But it was indeed a way to get the kids thinking, and that was what Curtis started to do. Did they feed them to the hippogriffs? Did they just die in their beds? Were they eaten by the older students? The possibilities were endless. Just thinking of this, the boy began chewing on his thin bottom lip just contemplating to himself.
¬With the mention of houses, the young boy’s mind whirled in the opposite direction. His mother had been in ‘Gryffindor’, and her father in ‘Slytherin’. That was, if he remembered correctly. He asked the older girl shyly (perhaps more shyly then with Ryan the first time; after all, she was a girl), “How many houses are there? I know of Slytherin, and Gryffindor... or is it Gryffinclaw... and something that ends in ‘Puff’ but I’m not to sure of the others...” With this the boy looked up at the girl, like an elementary school boy with his teacher.
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Post by diablo on Jan 5, 2007 19:11:00 GMT -5
Reina shook her head at the boy named Ryan, that she still had no clue who he was. She had to explain to better prepare them. That's what they needed in these hard times. Preparation for the younger students.
"Whoa! Too many questions. Let me explain. What I mean is that most of you baby firsties, and I'm not calling you manly looking firsties babies, don't make it. Most of them go crying back home to mommy and daddy and ask to be homeschooled. You have to be tough to make it in this school."
Reina kneeled down a little and looked around as though she was telling them a secret which technically it sorta was. She whispered so only the three boys could hear.
"A professor was murdered last year. No one knows who done or why. Also a few students were kidnapped as well."
Reina straightened up and spoke in a normal tone.
"You have to be strong, courageous, brave, and above all not stupid to make it in Hoggy's School. As for the houses there's 4 of them. There's the loyal yet quite retarded Hufflepuff. The book smart yet no common sense Ravenclaw. The utterly brave even if it kills you and everyone you're protecting Gryffindor. And the best house the scary yet ruthless, sexy and smart Slytherins."
Reina paused letting the houses and the description settle onto the 3 firsties faces. So far she hadn't lied to them and it felt kinda weird in a good way thus far.
"So my question is which are you? Don't tell me the hat will decide for you. You do know how you get sorted into your houses, right?"
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Post by scobee on Jan 7, 2007 0:24:37 GMT -5
Did she just say murder? Had he heard her correctly? No, no he couldn’t have just heard that correctly. Preoccupied with the word murder he had not heard her comment about kidnapings. Still trying to convince himself that he had not heard her correctly he looked up as she started talking again.
It was obvious which house she belonged to considering all the others were thrown into a not so appealing light. Even with this information, however, he was still lost over the whole house concept and she lost him even more by mentioning the word hat. What did a hat have to do with anything? Let alone choose which house you belonged to? “I’m still not following you. What does a hat have to do with anything? And what do you mean sorted into houses?” Ryan said with a puzzled expression.
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Post by diablo on Jan 7, 2007 1:31:00 GMT -5
Reina looked exasperated. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As fun as this was she still hated firsties and this one confirmed why: stupidity.
"Alright, let's see. Perhaps your a mudblo- muggle born. You know like how you go to summer camp. And there's those cabins that people belong to. And the cabin is named like Dorky Dorks or someting right. Well, we have cabins but there called houses. Like dorm rooms. There's 4. There's Ravenchumps, Grffyindorks, Hufflebutts, and of course Slytherin."
Reina looked at Ryan for a moment seeing if he had anymore questions. Unfortunately for him Reina didn't pause to let him ask if he had any.
"The hat is this huge black mosnter of a thing. It sits upon your head and reads your mind. Your strength, your weakness, your past, your future. You sit with this magical being, device, being and it reads you. Nothing is private. Like being tested in the military if you can cut it or not. If the hat decides you belong at the greatest, scariest, and right now under Auror invasion b/c of all the murders and kidnappings school then it tells you if you belong to a certain house."
Reina rolled her eyes.
"Got it?"
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Post by scobee on Jan 7, 2007 1:39:46 GMT -5
"Wait, what is a mu.....I didn't go to su........." Ryan tried to say but to no evail. She just seemed to keep talking right over him. He tried to comprehend what she was saying and thought he had gotten the gist of it, but it still was really confusing to him. He still didn't get the whole hat thing. I mean how can a simple hat read someones mind? It couldn't so he didn't see how that made any sense.
"I don't know," Ryan said still confused with it all. "I kind of get some parts, but your still not making sense with the whole hat thing. And are we really going to sleep in cabins, because the closest thing I have come to sleeping like that is in a hotel."
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Post by spicer on Jan 7, 2007 14:29:54 GMT -5
Braxton just listened as Reina explained how the sorting and about the houses. He had heard plenty about it from his parents and thought her version was a little sckewd, but in essence it was what happened. He also thought it was kind of amusing that Ryan didn't seem to have a clue about any of it. Well it was understandable considering he was muggleborn, but still amusing all the same.
"I got it perfectly," Brax said with a smile as Ryan went off asking question again. He thought he might enlighten him, but he could do that later. For now it was interesting to hear Reina's take, all be it a sckewd one, on the matter.
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