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Hilarie Burton, She is so pretty, Love her.
“Innocent potions are equivalent to boring potions,” he commented, eyes dancing over the ingredients. “Sort of obvious that Billywig and Orx won’t work.” His hand reached out, fingers tickled by the long mane of fur on the creature. He gave a wink to Greta before picking up two piles, dumping an even amount from both into the pan and stirring it with his wand for good measure.
“Also,” he began, a small chuckle escaping his lips when the creature lapped up the potion all in good time. “You try,” with a flick of his wrist the empty pan was in Greta’s lap, rattling with the ingredients. “I can’t be the only one to do all the explosions, you know.”
She chuckled at his idea of potions. “I should hope you wont mix them. They’d make a right mess.” The animal had made its way to them, heading straight for Xeno. She spoke to it. “Do you know what we’re supposed to be making? I suppose not, huh? Pity.” Greta looked at what Xeno was doing, then at the creature that resembled a very miniature horse-shaggy dog breed. The animal made a strange sound. “What are you anyways?” At the start of the class Greta tuned Professor Kettleburn out, she was mesmerized by the animal to even attempt listening. Up until they had been ordered to partner up that is. Finding someone to work with always made Greta feel like she was imposing upon a person and their possible choices for a partner. She usually either waited for someone to go to her, or waited to see who hadn’t found themselves a partner.
Looking at the empty pan, she thought of what she could possibly put together that could be used to feeding it. Sighing, she mixed a finely chopped plant, several other things that looked organic and like a plant. Lastly, she picked up a bit of Onx. She was at a complete loss as for what she should do with it and what it did, but had decided to add it in. The animal, a Porlock, swiftly came to her and bit the wrist of the hand that held the onx, making her drop it into the potion. “Ow! Little beast. Why’d you bite me?!” Greta held her wrist close to herself and frowned at the Porlock. Professor Kettleburn practically ran to where she and Xeno were working. “Mr. Lovegood, take Ms. Catchlove to the hospital wing.”
For Me… Formidable | Charles Aznavour
Darling, I love you, love you
Darling I want you
Album: Formidable (1963)
*sighs* I want to learn french because of him.
Emma feels all the tension burst as she lets out a huff of startled laughter. And she continues laughing because she simply adores Greta for her perfect words. This is why she can be such good friends with her. Instead of dragging all her worries and fears out and then having them picked apart and discussed until Emma can’t take it anymore, Greta smooth a balm over it all with just a few quips.
“I only have one cousin and no intention of marrying him!” she says. “And I don’t want to think of the rest of my housemates as my cousins.”
She sticks her tongue out at the thought and then moves forward to pull Greta into a hug. “Thank you, love. I don’t know what I’d do without you to keep me from going mental.”
Drawing back, Emma smiles warmly and then nudges Greta. “So you must have something on your mind or a professor that’s already getting under your skin. After my horrendous outburst, it’s only fair I stand here and let you have the same opportunity.”
Waving a hand in the air to indicate Greta now has the floor, Emma has to stifle a laugh and compose herself as seriously as she can manage. Standing at attention, she prepares for whatever her best friend has to say.
Greta smiled as Emma laughed. She was glad that her friend wasn’t upset anymore. It made her, as a result, cross. She always felt fulfilled for a short while after ensuring her friends happiness. It was why her first choice in life was to be a Healer. She liked making others feel better.
She wrinkled her nose and chuckled. “Please don’t. What a painful thought. I do hope we aren’t meant to think of our housemates as an actual family.” She gave Emma a silly wink. “Then the snakes and lions would be disturbingly excellent with inbreeding.”
She returned the hug. “You’d go mental, of course.” Greta grinned cheekily at Emma when they released each other.
Emma’s question prodded Greta to think about her classes and the things that could have been bothering her. Aside from the Coron pill she had started to carry everywhere, she was getting closer to actually taking the small little thing. It was dangerous to take it everywhere but even more so to leave it where the house elves could find it. “It wasn’t unbearable to listen to your ravings. What have I got to complain about?” She asked this to herself, brain flooding with thoughts. Things she could tell Emma, “Hm. Slughorns been a bit mental with homework. That bloody textbook.” She shook her head. “It just takes me longer to get the work done than it should, is all. Otherwise there has been nothing of much consequence. The little, petty things, they don’t matter as much as they used to.” she sighed before running a hand through her hair and beginning a little pace. “I can’t shake this odd feeling I’ve got. Like something bad will happen sometime soon. It’s different from my other feelings. I’m not sure. It doesn’t even matter.” She waved her hand dismissively. She didn’t want to worry Emma with her pathetic and strange musings and seemingly random dreams.
“Hey, I’ll be back into it in no time!” Alastor managed, a little sheepishly, and just a tiny bit embarrassed at his lack of fitness. He smiled, trying to picture Greta’s bird, Oleander, but he couldn’t quite remember it.
“It’s good to see you.” He said warmly, whilst stroking the inside of Cavall’s neck and making sure he had a good grip on the envelope. Greta had a point actually and Alastor counted himself lucky the bird wasn’t named ‘Trwyth’ instead.
“I would have loved to have gone to the Cup.” He began, not looking up from his content owl. “But, well, my parents didn’t think it was all that safe, or neccesaery, they don’t see Quidditch in the way I do.” He sighed, looking back up to Greta and her friendly face. He felt quite sad about missing the World Cup actually, he’d had tickets and everything, bought from that slightly dodgy guy on Diagon Alley. But he’d been just under seventeen, and therefore had no way of getting there, and his parents were busy and not at all thrilled at the prospect of going to a ‘pit of crowded filth, filled with drunks and troublemakers and potential danger around every corner.’
“You must be cold!” Alastor exclaimed, noting the absence of robes or any type of protective clothing on her. It was getting closer and closer to Winter with every passing day and it certainly was not warm. He was on the verge of whipping out his wand and producing a simple heating spell, before opting for the more old-fashioned approach and unzipping his own coat, and offerring it to Greta, shivering a little as the cold breeze touched the bare skin on the back of his neck. He finished stroking Cavall and the bird stretched it’s wings, lazily.
“Off you go then.” Alastor said, waiting for the bird to take flight, which it did, eventually, after looking at him with an expression that was as close to reading ‘do I really have to? ’ as was physically possibly for an owl to manage.
“How was it then? I heard the results but was it really as exciting as everyone said?”
She only grinned and nodded her head. “Sure, I believe you.” she made sure to sound as though she didn’t quite believe it herself. Greta was positive that he’d fall back into his old Quidditch training and form soon enough.
She rubbed up and down her arms, the cold becoming much more apparent after he had given her a hug. Merlin, how she could possibly forget to grab a robe on her way out of the dorm completely baffled her. The next time she wanted to send a letter home, she’d be sure to snatch herself some warm outerwear before leaving her cozy common room.
She nodded her head, vaguely understanding where he was coming from. While her parents had relented, they too had been skeptical in the beginning. Eleanor had been especially difficult to convince. Her father had been easier and it only took his final ‘Ellie, allow the girl to have some fun.’ to get her mother on board as well. Michael Catchlove had always been partial to Greta. It didn’t hurt that before the game she had become an adult in the wizarding world. She looked to his face, to see his reaction to her words. “Some parents just don’t understand their children, even if they had been our age at one time. They don’t realize that things change. A new generation means a new breed of style and recreational activites.” She hardly spoke wisdom but there were certain things that she believed to be common sense, even amongst her age group. Adults needed to understand that fluxuations in the likes and dislikes of a generation were going to occur and there was no way to stop it. Also, hardly any way to stay hip to it. The children needed to know that their parents don’t want any harm to fall upon their offspring.
“I’m very forgetful as the days become longer, you know?” she said, attempting to play it off as though the cold didn’t bother her as much as it did. The warm months had passed so quickly that she had hardly registered their passing at all. She often forgot what month or day they were in. Each blurred together as she worked feverishly on her studies. Greta was actually surprised that Alastor had given her his coat. She took it with a small smile. “Thank you. I really shouldn’t be taking this from you but I fear that my lips may turn blue from prolonged exposure to the cold.”
“Clever owl, Cavall is. Almost human like.” she commented as she watched Alastor try to get Cavall to go on. “The game. Hm. It was rather hectic, you know? So much screaming. An awful amount of it actually, but I can hardly be one to speak. I was right along side all the Peru fans. Who were you rooting for?”
Brown: Would you rather have a relationship or friend with benefit? Explain.
Hm. I’d have to say relationship. I’m sure that things would get messy if I had a ‘friend with benefits’. Also, I find that term extremely vague. There are a lot more benefits you can get from a friend other than sex.
Peach: Who is your favorite teacher so far?
None of them. I’ve had them all previously, so any favoritism I could have had has vanished.
Magenta: What is something you barely tell anyone?
I hardly ever tell people my feelings. Then again, I hardly ever know them myself.
((ooc: Terribly sorry for not answering this whenever I got it. It got burried under other messages.))
If you read a chapter of each book needed per night instead of finishing one at once, I find it helps to soak up more information.
Is that so? I’ll have to try that. Thank you for the help. How ever minor and unimportant it seemed.