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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 18:22:42 GMT -5
Indigo told himself that she hadn't meant that the way he'd taken it, and that if he was going to be imagining things like that, he needed another outlet for it all. It was just impossible to write enough when he had to do it by hand! Speaking of doing things by hand, had she really needed to use the phrase get off?
He shifted slightly on his feet, trying to think of some other way to interpret I'm more of a physical girl, but it was no use. His mind was in the gutter now, thank you very much. "So, uh, what House are you in?" he asked, trying for distraction. Slytherin. It had to be Slytherin.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 18:30:15 GMT -5
"Slytherin," Nova said. "I always seem to get put in the bad house." She braved the air which she was certain was still frozen long enough to form air quotes with gloved fingers. "I dunno, I think I'm a pretty good girl." Well, now, that was just a lie. But at least she was going to try to be a good girl this time.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 18:37:32 GMT -5
Indigo shrugged. He still hadn't managed to look her in the face again. "Headmaster's a Slytherin," he said. He really didn't put that much stock in sorting. He knew of more than a couple Gryffindors who'd been complete A-holes, and though he'd never had a personal conversation with Professor Firebrand, things seemed to get done. "Slytherin's just like, ambition and stuff. Unless you're all stuck up." Which it didn't sound like she was. Attitude, yes, stuck up, not that he could see.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 18:53:40 GMT -5
Nova mirrored his shrug. She didn't have a right to be stuck up. "What house are you?" She didn't know the houses well enough to guess which one someone would belong in. "I'm a sixth year, by the way." She should have been higher, but that was hard when she had been to three different schools in less than a year and had hated her first one.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 20:00:56 GMT -5
"Gryffindor," Indigo said. "Sixth year. So like, apparently we're supposed to be mortal enemies now, but I'm cool as long as you don't like, shank me in a corridor somewhere." Shank. No matter how many times he told himself that Internet humor didn't translate to real life, especially Wizarding life, he couldn't seem to stop himself.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 20:15:34 GMT -5
A grin pulled at a corner of Nova's mouth. Whether she knew what kind of reference the guy was making or not, she knew the word, at least. "You're safe, don't worry," she said with a wink. Ok, so maybe it wasn't freezing now. Or maybe her mind just wasn't as focused on it. "I'm Nova, by the way."
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 20:29:43 GMT -5
"Nova," Indigo repeated. "That's pretty awesome." He flicked a glance back up, but quickly dropped his gaze. Yep, she was as good looking as he'd thought the first time. He stood there a moment before catching himself. "Oh, uh, I'm Indigo. Yeah, like the color." He'd heard it enough over the years that he'd gotten into the habit of just saying it himself.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 20:41:39 GMT -5
Nova grinned, "Thanks, yours is pretty cool, too." She was quiet a moment, unsure exactly what to do with Indigo's apparent fear of looking at her. "You know, I'm like the last person anyone should be shy or whatever around." She was about as nobody as it was possible to get.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 20:53:06 GMT -5
Indigo glanced up, but reflexively looked away again before he could stop himself. He'd have loved to deny that he was shy or whatever, but he figured he'd already ruined that. When words weren't forthcoming, he shrugged instead, and shifted his weight again.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 21:14:21 GMT -5
"Kneazle got your tongue?" Nova teased, grinning. "You're too cute to be like that, I bet you got all the hot Gryffindor girls following you around." She glanced away, though. No, she shouldn't do that. It was what had gotten her into trouble at TAIM in the first place. I can be better. She just wouldn't be able to look herself in the mirror if she made the same mistakes a third time.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 21:43:53 GMT -5
Indigo let out a huff of air that was half snort. "Nah, I'm all intimidating," he said. Or he was completely invisible. As far as he knew, the only looks he ever got were get out of my way and thank you for turning your assignment in on time. Besides, the only hot Gryffindor girl he even knew of was the prefect, and she was way out of his league. Plus, she could probably kick his ass.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 21:51:28 GMT -5
"I don't get intimidated," Nova said, looking back at Indigo and raising her chin up slightly. So what if he was half a foot taller than she was? "Any chance you could give me some tips on getting around this place?" She was painfully aware of how her last tour had ended and where it had led from there, but no, it wouldn't happen like that this time.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 22:01:08 GMT -5
Relief swept through Indigo at Nova's somehow disarming declaration, and he risked another quick look at her. "Yeah," he said, hoping he didn't sound at all breathless. "Remember what floors stuff is on, like where your classes are, but forget about trying to remember how to get there. Some of the rooms change, and staircases move whenever you're trying to get somewhere fast. Murphy's Law, you know?"
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 22:25:02 GMT -5
Nova blinked. "What the hell kind of building has features that move around?" she asked. "And who exactly is Murphy?" It sounded like a backward cousin or uncle she would avoid. Or maybe a dog with a gimp leg. She mentally shrugged and looked at him with raised eyebrows, fully expecting an answer or two.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 22:33:23 GMT -5
"Murphy's Law," Indigo repeated, forgetting to look away from her for just a brief moment. There just weren't that many girls who were that blonde, not to mention the rest. "Murphy's law is like, anything that can go wrong will. You know? The Brits call it Sod's Law, but it's the same thing." Who hadn't heard of Murphy's Law? It was practically an instinct.
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