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Post by omgcarson on Nov 16, 2011 23:12:55 GMT -5
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There were plenty of choices that Carson could do from this point. The fact that he was choosing to stay was going to be something that he really couldn’t personally understand, not when he knew there were eons of more interesting things to do. One of which was figure out how to gain his next stent of detention. Of course most planned not to get in trouble, while he did things to ensure that he did. Watching Prefects routes, timing everything so he could get in trouble. So he could have the air of misunderstanding when it came to the Professors.
Carson smiled. ”No not over one summer, I was practicing all my sixth year, spent many hours getting my mistakes reversed in the Hospital Wing, I had cat ears and whiskers for two weeks once. As for being unintelligent, naw. I’m not that. I chose Hufflepuff. I could have been in Ravenclaw.” |
[/color] he told her. He could have been with all the other smart students, but it wasn’t what he wanted and he didn’t want to be just another Ravenclaw Mathews. ”Couldn’t be around a bunch of stuffy neurotic study-holics day in and out, besides I like a good underdog, and Hufflepuff is it. No specific skills like cunning or wit even bravery. Have to deal with whatever the card’s our personality has created for us and make it work.“[/color] [/justify][/size] tagged : nina muse : brighten word count : 231 notes : this is where witty words are written.[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by vika1 on Nov 20, 2011 7:45:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Working hard to achieve something, spending an entire year honing a skill to perfection… that was incredibly unlike Nina. It wasn’t that she lacked the intelligence – her brain functioned just fine and although she didn’t have the logic and wisdom of a Ravenclaw, she was clever enough to get by. She was hard-working too, whenever she set her mind to something, but turning into a cat didn’t sound like a useful thing. It would be fun and brilliant – yes. It would help her to get away from people, although first years and cat lovers would chase her down and try to pet her, she could always hiss and scratch them. However, it also meant she would have to register in the Ministry and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to have anything to do with them now.
”Good for you,” she nodded, realising she had gotten a tiny bit of respect for this annoying little boy. He was older and larger by much, alright, but Nina had a way of looking down at all friendly people. In her point of view, gentleness was a sign of weakness and therefore something she had to hide in herself. So far, only a handful of people had gotten to see cuddly, pleasant Nina, and that was plenty. ”Why would you possibly choose to be a Puff? I mean, fine. Ravenclaws are bossy little pricks who lack social skills. I’ll admit that much. Gryffs are even more annoying, obnoxious hos. But Huffs are so… lame and cute, it’s rather distasteful.” She hadn’t ever, ever wished to be sorted into the house, but the hat had screwed her over. She was supposed to be a Slytherin, her entire upbringing had been centred around that house and she found she matched most people there, personality-wise, at least outwardly. words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here |
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Post by omgcarson on Nov 30, 2011 16:45:39 GMT -5
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Carson wasn't sure how he was supposed to take her somewhat compliment or even interest in his animagus, maybe the girl was happy or content with someday being a cat lady. He wouldn't mind the questions, he hadn't really had a chance to talk to anyone about his animagus since receiving the skill and registering. Carson never wanted to really brag about it, just use it occasionally here and there and if anyone noticed that a cat turned human at any point and questioned him on it, then so be it. He didn't believe in helping his ego when it came to skills, he got by with whatever he had learned and taught himself. It was only by chance that he had ran into probably the last person that he thought would care. Guess Nina wasn’t nearly as black and white as Carson constantly believed her to be. Carson supposed he should give her more credit that there was a layer behind the one that she showed off to everyone and their brother. ”I suppose, just a hobby I guess.” |
[/color] though he couldn’t see how changing from man to cat was much of a hobby, the only one that it could pose as was Hogwarts spy. He listened to her rant about Hufflepuff’s. Carson had heard it all from all of his brothers and several other’s over and over again, leaving a permanent mark within his mind where he’d close off what they said and just let them have their moment. Though he was surprised that the girl who was currently in Hufflepuff was so down on her own house. Carson would have thought that she would have found something to attribute for the Hufflepuff’s and their natures. ”Because I have four older brother’s who were in Ravenclaw and I didn’t want to be like them.”[/color] they were all arrogant know it all’s something that Carson never wanted to be, sure he knew facts, random things that other’s may over look, but he never wanted to be seen as the pushy know it all in class that constantly outshone his peer’s. ” Not all Hufflepuff’s are cute and not all of them are lame, there are quite a lot of interesting diverse people within our house, you give us far less credit. Take you for an example, I doubt you’d let anyone call you cute or lame.”[/color] Carson pointed out. ”Yet here you are. Wearing Black and Yellow and a Badger. So there must be something that attributes to being a Hufflepuff.”[/color] he continued. Surely the house had seen something that put her within the house, what he wasn’t sure. Though it seemed so unlikely that she would have fit within the friendly bunch, but it wasn’t as strange as most he supposed. [/justify][/size] tagged : nina muse : christina perri word count : 463 notes : ajdahsjdhaskjdh sorry D: I SUCKLOTS.[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by vika1 on Dec 5, 2011 11:00:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Just a hobby? She decided to let that comment slip, thinking that he didn’t want to elaborate much on it. It was okay, they’d had more of a conversation than she deserved anyway. He’d upset her by popping out just like that, she’d been a bitch by tossing a shoe at him, so it was a miracle that they had managed to end up chatting civilly together, in the first place. Either way, she couldn’t imagine that practicing for an entire summer, just to be able to turn into a cat, could be a mere hobby. She couldn’t imagine the hours of hard work he’d put into it, she was too lazy to even think of such a thing, but he must have had a better reason for it, right? If he didn’t tell her – he seemed a pretty honest guy – apparently, she needn’t know. Fine. She left it that way.
To Nina, the members of the Hufflepuff house were mostly adorable, gentle souls. She stuck out like a sore, Death Eater-offspring thumb between their rosy goodness. She was the ugly bat in the nest of young kittens, the weed in their bed of violets – you get the idea. In Nina’s head, she was a disgrace to the house, just as it was a disgrace to her family name. Those two things just didn’t go well together. ”Rebelling against your family, eh? If that’s all, that’s not a very good reason. Why didn’t you want to be a Gryff then?” Carson would have fitted in there, he was loud and social enough, right? ”Interesting? Diverse? Look around you. I’m the exception in the cuddly house. Everyone is sweet, loyal, hard-working, gentle and humble. I’m a bitch.” She shrugged, seemingly unaffected by her own insult. People had used that word to describe her for so long, she had gotten used to it. It was a defensive mechanism. ”I have no idea why I’m in yellow, to be honest.” words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here |
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Post by omgcarson on Dec 10, 2011 1:28:23 GMT -5
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He didn’t like to flaunt his ability in front of people. Sure when he was younger he would have hoped to gain something that his brother’s couldn’t, but he didn’t really want to in front of his peers. It just always seemed like a waste of time and people would start to think of him differently, though he did enjoy prancing around as a cat. Just to be a human was okay, but the senses and the eye sight of a cat was eons better. Carson just wished that people could enjoy the ability more; it was one that should be used more, so long as people used it responsibly – or not because Carson had been using his ability to help him get out of being in trouble sometimes, but not all the time.
Carson had been asked why he didn’t join the Gryffindor’s before. Sure it was a option, but he never felt like he belonged with them, sure he had plenty of friends within the house and Carson understood and knew that he would do well within the house itself, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. ”Because, everyone looks to be a Gryffindor or a Slytherin, maybe a Ravenclaw, whilst Hufflepuff is the very last group that anyone ever considers, and the last one anyone would expect to see me in.” |
[/color] Sure he was bagging a bit on the house that it was one of the lower regarded of the houses, but everyone knew it. ”I also like to root for the underdog’s.”[/color] which was true, though he didn’t like the Chudley Cannon’s he did enjoy far better underdog’s, it was the reason why he didn’t support the Ministry and their current actions and was trying to join the Order. When he heard her go on about the house and calling herself a bitch he snorted aloud. Though he didn’t mean to it happened. ”I’m hardly humble. There are plenty that don’t fit, but Helga I suppose wanted everyone who didn’t fit in the majority of the other three. It means we do have more varied personalities.”[/color] Carson gently shrugged a shoulder. ”To be honest, I dunno either, but you had to fit somewhere and it being in our house, say’s something. What I’m not sure. That’s for you to figure out, or not.”[/color] [/justify][/size] tagged : nina muse : christina perri word count : 388 notes : starting to fail less?[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by vika1 on Dec 12, 2011 11:07:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. That got Nina thinking – what would she do with the epic power of being able to turn into a cat? She was dreadfully lazy, to the most logical option was that she’d laze around with Pushok all day. She could just see herself as a scrawny, tabby cat with fluff around the ears and shoulders and on the tip of the tail, sprawled out over the Hufflepuff common room sofa and meowing whenever people dared try to move her. It seemed like a life worth living, definitely. Getting to spy on people was a lush treat as well, she tried to tell herself she was above that, but she knew better. She’d stalk random people, Zabini’s and Luca and others that mattered, just to see what they were up to when she wasn’t around. She was that clingy.
”There’s a reason why everyone does,” she protested rather meekly. ”Well, don’t get too cocky about that. You do have some typical Huffie traits. I dare say that being annoying is a typical badger thing.” She smirked, very well aware that she was insulting everyone, including herself. It didn’t matter as long as it was true. ”I wish I could’ve met Helga…” It came out as a sudden mutter, before she regained her composure, realised she wasn’t going to have a psychological talk with Carson of all people, and stood up straight. ”Anyway. I should go now.”
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Post by omgcarson on Dec 13, 2011 0:04:09 GMT -5
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Carson wasn’t sure how he had ended up having such a conversation with Nina. She was the last person that he really thought that he would have sat down and spoke with when it wasn’t forced or asked of from someone else. As they were in different year’s it really wasn’t necessary to begin with for them to associate themselves with one another. Carson actually preferred to think of her as a person that he probably wouldn’t like to be around very often and simply sitting here around here with her realizing that she was an actual person with feelings who would have guessed? Carson would have, but he never had a natural thought when it came to people that made him nervous.
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[/color] he insisted. Which Carson was content with it? If he had a problem with being in the house he would be whineier. He half listened to her claim about him being annoying and it being a generic Hufflepuff trait. It wasn’t the first time that someone had told him he was annoying, it was really what he expected from people, because really he couldn’t be the person that wasn’t annoying. If he hadn’t been as close as he was, he doubted he would have heard her claim about wanting to meet Helga Hufflepuff. The proprietor of their house seemed to him like the last person that she would have wanted to meet, but go figure. ”I bet she would have liked to meet everyone, you know her being probably the most friendly of the founders.”[/color] though he guessed that Rowena and maybe even Godric had some similar friendly traits as they were friends with one another. He was surprised to see her get up. So they’re little chat was coming to an end. Short lived and here he thought that they finally was going to get a good chat in. ”Oh really now, why is that, you afraid I’m going to bite. Or spill out your secrets to the entirety of the school.”[/color] he remarked. Though he wasn’t great at secrets. [/justify][/size] tagged : nina muse : christina perri word count : 363 notes : something something darkside.[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by vika1 on Dec 17, 2011 18:01:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
She felt an odd sense of accomplishment: she had been a decent person, a good human being. She had talked to the best mate and family member of the boy she cared most for – currently at least – and it had turned out half-decent. She hadn’t made a complete fool out of herself, she hadn’t embarrassed herself. Much, anyway. Hurling a shoe at his head could be seen as a political statement, he had crept up on her and startled her, so he should’ve seen that coming from a girl with her reputation.
”Good for you.” She was rounding up the chat, though. Time had gone by rather quickly and this was supposed to be a quick breath of fresh air, not a heart-to-heart discussion with someone who had a calling of being quite the gossip. Although he couldn’t harm her right now – even if he were to tell others she could be nice, they wouldn’t believe him much – she didn’t feel like lingering long enough to give him more of her weaknesses. She was best off if she remained a bit distant, like a puzzle, a mystery, a bitch. ”I’m sure she was lovely. Bye now.” Although she had already gotten up and taken few steps towards the staircase, his comment made her look at him, over her shoulder. ”Don’t act like you know my secrets, Carson.” With that, she decided to leave.
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