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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 30, 2012 22:52:45 GMT -5
"Really pretty," Mari corrected. "I think we hit the jackpot with this school, everyone's pretty." At least, if the magazine was any indication of what was actually inside the school's old stone walls. "You might have some competition," he teased. Castiel was very pretty, androgenous enough to appeal to just about everyone, but this magazine had some very fine examples.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 30, 2012 23:01:55 GMT -5
"When you're around I have competition, Kawaii-Kun," Castiel said. And yet, Marius had helped him get Cheyenne, so there was no jealousy.
"They're always showing professors, though. What if the students are fugly?" Ten attractive professors meant a lot of attractive professors, but three good-looking students didn't mean anything. "I'm not vain or anything, but you know what Scottish people look like."
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 30, 2012 23:07:38 GMT -5
"Well, how many wizards are really in Scotland?" Mari asked. He reached to pull the netbook back toward him to work on the doll. "Most of the students are probably from England. Besides, we're not staring at students for a whole class period, anyway, we're staring at the professor." If he had a class where he could just stare at that Rowan guy he'd be happy, and there was that one woman who looked like an elf from the movies.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 30, 2012 23:16:04 GMT -5
"Good point," Castiel said. He thought for a moment, then put down his spoon again and went back into his bag. He pulled out a stapled stack of papers and lay them on top of the magazine.
"My dad printed these out for me," he said, tapping the papers. By Dad he meant his stepfather, who had been around for most of his life. He remembered his father a little, but the man who'd raised him had earned the name.
"I asked him if you really only had to be eighteen to drink, and he gave me the whole page. Look at this..." He pointed at the first line in a clump of text. At 16, you can buy and consume beer, wine or cider with a meal in a restaurant, at the manager's discretion. "It says Scotland, but that's practically the same thing, right?"
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 30, 2012 23:21:51 GMT -5
"Ooooo..." Mari read over the line a few times before looking up at Castiel. He parted his lips to speak, then glanced over his shoulder, but the men behind the counter were chatting and paying little attention. Still, he lowered his voice. "Aren't there, like, bar restaurant things in Hogsmeade?" He knew he had seen somewhere a list of things there, since it was the town right outside the school's gates.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 30, 2012 23:32:57 GMT -5
Castiel nodded enthusiastically, and gave just a glance toward the counter before leaning close to Marius. "I saw ads for the Hogshead and the Three Broomsticks both. We can't buy stuff in a bar, but they're both Inns, so that should work." And he and Marius were both sixteen, as of just two weeks ago!
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 30, 2012 23:37:06 GMT -5
The laugh that escaped was practically a giggle. "We have got to try this," he said. Mari had no idea how expensive it would be or the slightest idea on how to drink, but it couldn't be that hard, could it? He'd seen relatives and things doing it, it was just like a regular drink, but you made a funny face and you felt good, right? "There's a club, too, right? The rule doesn't apply there but it's somewhere to go out." And he'd heard of something called pre-gaming, maybe they could do that then go dance. He'd never been dancing before.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 30, 2012 23:43:47 GMT -5
"Yeah, a club!" Castiel caught himself after the exclamation was out and looked, wide-eyed, at the counter. Then he ducked back down with Marius. "I bet everyone goes there." He grabbed Marius's arm in his excitement. "We've got so much to do!"
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 30, 2012 23:48:59 GMT -5
"My dad said there's a bus here you can use that'll take you wherever you want to go, for a little money," Mari said, his voice speeding up and maybe getting a little higher. His eyes sparkled. "That means we could come back here if we wanted!" It was strange that they had to take the train to the school, but he supposed there would be a lot of students heading back after the holiday break.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 30, 2012 23:56:07 GMT -5
"We could go to France!" If it could take them wherever they wanted, why not? In fact, if it could take them wherever they wanted, why had they taken a Portkey to London, and why were they taking a train to Hogwarts? It was crazy. He shook his head at himself and scraped the inside of his bowl to get a little more ice cream to finish off his brownie with.
"Caspian said the Headmistress here can read minds without Legilimency," he said by-the-by. He didn't know how his brother knew stuff like that, but he probably went to school with a bunch of people who'd come from Hogwarts.
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 31, 2012 0:00:54 GMT -5
Mari's eyes widened and he closed his mouth from the large bite of ice cream he'd taken. "Really?" he asked softly. That could be bad for their plans for adventure. "No way, come on..." Maybe he needed to write his brother, not that he ever got anything back. Well, they were closer to one another now, so maybe he would get return owls now.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 31, 2012 0:06:09 GMT -5
Castiel nodded knowingly. Then he paused at a thought. "I wonder how that photographer guy got away with so much if the Headmistress could just read his mind?" He frowned down into his empty bowl. "Maybe I read his letter wrong, but I swore he said that." And the letter was in his trunk, which was shrunken down too small to get to right now. There was no way he was bringing his trunk out in the middle of an ice cream shop.
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 31, 2012 12:20:54 GMT -5
Mari was silent as he crunched on the last bite of his cone, thinking. "Maybe he's just good at occlumency," he said. Sure, Castiel had said the woman didn't use legilimensy, but occlumency could still work, right? "Or maybe your brother's just lying." He shrugged and went back to the doll. At least Castiel's brother had enough to do with him to talk, his own rarely even contacted him.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Dec 31, 2012 12:25:57 GMT -5
Castiel wanted to argue that his brother wouldn't lie, but it was possible. He didn't know why he'd make up something like a mind-reading Headmistress, though. It wasn't like Castiel was some horrible trouble-maker who needed fear to set him straight.
He leaned over to Marius again and peeked down at the netbook. "That head shape doesn't work with that hair," he pointed out. He was sure Mari would have gotten to it eventually, but weird chins made it hard to find the right face.
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Post by Marius Reed on Dec 31, 2012 12:47:20 GMT -5
Mari shot a good-natured glare over at Castiel, then scrolled through the heads to find a better one. "I know how this works," he said. "I'm the one that introduced you, anyway." Castiel was more artsy, though, and had picked it up quickly. They normally couldn't play it at school, though there were a few spots on campus where they were just close enough to a local muggle coffee shop to pick up the hint of a signal, and sometimes they were able to get off campus for a better signal. They took quite the advantage of whatever connection they could find to the muggle world.
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