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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 20:24:10 GMT -5
Madison nodded in response as she watched him pocket a snitch. "Is that your snitch?" she asked, not in an accusatory tone, but rather in a curious one. She wondered what that was like, having the thing that you needed to practice constantly with you. It certainly wasn't something she could do, although on holidays she did practice with muggle soccer and football.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 20:28:07 GMT -5
Vane nodded. "A souvenir from my first school," he said. He didn't particularly want to tell the story of how he came by it or why he transferred, or even why he'd said first school rather than last or other. It was out though, so he had to come up with something. "I was Head Boy, and when the school closed, it was a sort of parting gift." One the Headmistress wouldn't have cared about had she known.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 20:31:05 GMT -5
Madison wouldn't have questioned his use of the word first school. After all she'd been in muggle elementary school, and then Alaska's school, and now here. "That's a sweet parting gift. I transferred here and all I got was a lousy set of robes." It was the closest translation she had found to the muggle saying of and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 20:43:41 GMT -5
Vane chuckled. "Who ever decided that robes were a good souvenir?" he asked, the question rhetorical. Nobody really wanted souvenir robes, and yet it was such a popular, if clichéd, gift. "Where did you transfer from?" She sounded American, but he couldn't quiet place her accent, so he wouldn't begin to guess and be wrong. "The U.S. somewhere?" He was from the U.S. as well, but from a comfortable Pureblood family, so his accent tended to be more difficult for most people to guess.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 20:48:08 GMT -5
Madison nodded, "my family is from Alaska. It's a lot rainier here, but I do enjoy it being light out most of the day." That was one of the things that she'd hated the most, but her parents had moved there before she had been born to travel the wilderness. "Gotta say, it's kinda depressing being constantly night there, I'm not exactly a vampire," her voice was light, joking, she wasn't sure how she felt now that she knew there was such a thing as vampire's.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 21:29:59 GMT -5
"So are you not from Alaska?" Vane asked. He would think that someone who'd grown up there would find the extended nights and days part of life rather than an annoyance.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 21:32:23 GMT -5
Madison shook her head, "no I'm from Alaska, I just, never had any siblings to play with. When your parents are protective of you and don't want you out in the dark. Well there's only so many things you can do inside." Her parents hadn't been big on leaving an environmental footprint, so she'd had very few toys and a large imagination. But the few daylight months, she'd been able to play outside. "You miss the few months were it's light out the majority of the day."
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 5, 2009 22:02:48 GMT -5
Vane couldn't imagine such a thing, and he'd never really had interest in siblings, so he couldn't relate. And as much as he might have liked to pull the conversation along, his mind was still more in Quidditch mode than anything else. Finally they reached the storage shed, and Vane stopped to withdraw his wand, using the incantation he'd given to get past the locks. "So how'd you play if you couldn't get outside?" he asked.
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Post by Madison Foster on Oct 5, 2009 22:06:27 GMT -5
Madison shrugged, "I imagined. I used to spend hours just imagining." She gave a candid grin, "I also ran around the house a million times a day. My mom had to buy headphone just to tune me out." She shrugged, "but that was how we found out, before the letter came that I was a witch. My imagination started to be more than my imagination." She'd been so desperate to go outside she'd accidentally create light in some unexpected ways.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 6, 2009 11:59:42 GMT -5
Vane wasn't sure what headphone was, but he hardly registered that part of what Madison had said. "So you learned to play by imagining?" he asked skeptically, and a bit absently as he stepped into the small building. His eyes scanned the rows of old school brooms and spare supplies until they lit on the large Quidditch box on a shelf. He adjusted his broom against his shoulder, then gave his wand a swish and flick to send it hovering after.
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Post by Madison Foster on Oct 6, 2009 13:40:47 GMT -5
Madison was stumped for a moment, she felt like they weren't quite talking on the same wavelength, after all she'd just told him what she played. Her brow furrowed for a moment, as she pulled her shrunken broom out of her backpack. She whispered the spell to restore her Firebolt version 1.0 to it's original shape. You wouldn't know it was the model from nine years ago for the amount of polish she used to keep it shining. Her brow cleared as she realized what he was actually asking now. "No, I didn't learn how to play Quidditch until I came to school. Both of my parent's are muggles, and I was the oddity in the gene pool." It was said matter of factly with a smile on her face, her parent's loved her and she loved them. It didn't matter to her that she was a mudblood, or that her parent's were muggles.
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