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Post by Emma Wickham on Jul 27, 2009 16:35:46 GMT -5
Emma sat for a moment thinking on why exactly her brothers didn't go to Hogwarts. She couldn't really be completely sure of the answer to that question. Her parents had definitely given them the opportunity but she couldn't remember if they had even considered going at one point. However, both had decided to just stay. She figured it was mostly because of their mother and her over dramatic attachment problems. They all knew how animated she could get sometimes, especially when it dealt with the three of her children. Then, they had all went and left her almost at the same time. It was a surprise that her dad had convinced her to stay in Northern Ireland.
"I think they just weren't ready to leave home," Emma answered with her best guess. "I mean, I can't be completely sure about them and they're decisions. I know the only reason I chose to stay was because they were still there."
It hadn't been a particularly hard decision. She had pretty much considered the option of leaving for Hogwarts for about two point five seconds. There really wasn't an option for her. Emma pretty much idolized Cameron and Christopher back then and couldn't imagine ever being apart from them even if they did make her do stupid things. Her family was close knit and she actually liked spending time with them which is a rare quality to come by in this day and age.
Emma went on to say, "About a month before I arrived here at Hogwarts they turned seventeen and decided to move out. That's what cued my move to this place." She still hadn't quite gotten used to the castle but it was growing on her. "At first I was so angry that they could just up and go like that. But now I'm kind of thankful that I got the opportunity to come here. New place and new people, it's not so bad."
Teasingly she added, "I promise socializing isn't that bad. Really."
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Jul 27, 2009 17:13:55 GMT -5
"They're twins?" Jeremy asked, finding that kind of neat. He wasn't sure why it sounded neat though. If he had two older brothers, they'd probably pound him constantly. Heck, back home it had been a good day when his baby sister hadn't messed with him. He still wasn't sure he liked being at Hogwarts, but being at home definitely hadn't been much better.
He smirked back at her tease and shrugged a little, suddenly finding the melted ice cream at the bottom of his bowl very interesting. He knew she was trying to be nice to him and while he wasn't sure why she'd do that, he wasn't too suspicious of any ulterior motive she may have.
"Just makes it easier for people to mess with you," he mumbled back, playing with the soupy mess in front of him.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Jul 27, 2009 17:39:54 GMT -5
Emma laughed at his reaction to her brothers being twins. She guessed she had accidentally forgotten to mention that part of the equation. "Yeah, they are twins. They're identical too, but I don't look a thing like either of them." Emma told him, thinking of how astonishing the differences were between them and her. The only thing that was even similar to her dad and brothers from her physical appearance was her eyes. However, even those were a darker green than the twins' eyes.
"You see, I look exactly like my mother except for the fact that I'm more pale than her. My brothers have bright green eyes, freckles galore, and shocking red hair. They look just like my dad." Emma explained.
She couldn't complain in the least though. She was thankful that she had taken after her mother in the looks department. Emma could remember so many times that she had been able to take revenge on her brothers by simply saying they looked like a taller version of a leprechaun. They did not find that funny, at all. Neither did her mother when she was caught in the act of saying something along those lines. The young girl flinched internally at the memory of sitting through that speech in both Spanish and English. However, it had been worth it.
As Jeremy looked down into his bowl and muttered, she refused to let him go into sad mode. He was so much more likable in a happy mood. "Psh, not when you have friends to back you up." Emma laughed a bit, "Or you can always just bust out your wicked awesome basketball tossing skills on them. Just aim for the basket and it should fly in the direction of their head!" She nudged him in the shoulder in a joking manner and then thought of another thing, "Of course, unless you're throwing it from the upside down shot that is. Cause then you'll just make all basket."
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Jul 28, 2009 0:18:47 GMT -5
"You've got a little red in your hair," he answered back softly and as soon as he said it, he wished he had kept that particular observation to himself. He had noticed a hint of the color outside in the sun, but maybe it had been his eyes playing tricks on him. Not that he was noticing anything stupid like her hair to begin with. They had just been playing basketball, not anything else.
He was really starting to feel like a huge dork again, but her light laugh made him smile. He wasn't entirely positive, but it sounded like she was counting herself in as his friends. Then again, he was probably just imagining it. Still, he managed a laugh when she mentioned his basketball playing. He must have looked pretty stupid making that backwards shot, but funny... he really didn't feel stupid doing it around her.
"I am pretty awesome at that," he answered back with a small smirk. He was pretty sure the chances of him making that shot again were probably a million to one, but again, he didn't mind it when she teased him about it. Somehow it didn't feel so bad.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Jul 28, 2009 1:25:45 GMT -5
Emma could feel color rise in her cheeks and warmth creep over her face at his comment about her hair. Quickly she ducked her head down and became very interested in the hem of her shirt. Light brought out the natural red highlights that were in her dark hair. However, not many people had ever noticed it before much less pointed it out. She thought that maybe he was paying her a bit of a compliment, but couldn't be too sure. The young girl tried not to dwell on the idea too long so that she could force the pink in her cheeks to go away.
As he spoke again, she looked up and grinned widely so that it touched the corners of her eyes. The memory of him making those baskets was pretty sweet. If he could keep it up, she would have to ask him to teach her how to make that shot. It would definitely be one she would be proud of. However, she had completely failed when she had attempted the shot before.
"Yeah you are!" Emma laughed.
The girl then added on, "Not going to lie, I think I'm a little jealous of your mad skills." He might not have been great at the other shots but that was not the point. Jeremy just seemed a little uncoordinated which couldn't really be helped in any way.
Emma asked, "So do you like sports then? Or is it just basketball?"
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