give me some good luck, carson!

[juniper]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] with a big, important potions test coming up and legitimately no knowledge that would help him pass, alucard was running out of options. and though he knew he would have much preferred being out on the pitch and practicing his seeking technique, he was also eternally thankful that carson, who doubtless would also prefer to be out on the pitch and practicing his beating technique, had sacrificed his spare time to help luca pass. he had never been the best at studying; he had always had this incredible talent at finding a million better things to do. he'd always been able to procrastinate - or procrastineat, as the case often was - his way out of doing any essay until the night before it was due. but it had been carson two years ago who had dragged him up from his poor performance in fifth year owls to get him into a rank among his classmates which more befitted the head boy and the apparent example to the rest of the school. and so to fail this - something which would undoubtedly impact on both his newts and thus his ability to leave hogwarts with good enough marks to go straight into the ministry - would be disastrous for him. he had been sorely tempted to get nina to tutor him, but as she was both the year below and just a walking distraction for him, he had decided against it. as if it weren't bad enough he was sitting here alone and thinking about her. he shouldered a bag full of books, both borrowed from the very library they were now sitting in and from his own stock of textbooks. luca huffed and pouted as he made his way towards a little table in the corner of the library, away from all the distraction and noise of the other students clamouring in the library. he'd finally convinced carson to come and tutor him in potions, so it would be unseemly of him not to put a little effort in and bother with trying to learn. as his father would say about everything, including quidditch, luca had to put his game face on and keep his eye on the quaffle; his father had a penchant for comparing everything to the great sport. his father was not so good at advice about life, or girls, or getting a good job, but he knew everything there was to know about quidditch, and how to apply it to everyday life. it had certainly helped luca in his childhood to put effort into things he didn't want to do. when you compared hanging the washing out to skirting around a keeper, and pruning the shrubs to maintaining the bristles on his state-of-the-art broom, things didn't seem so difficult. but then the more he thought about quidditch the more he thought about the upcoming game and how he wanted to get out of this library and onto the pitch. but whining about what he wanted to be doing wouldn't help at all. opening a book in front of him and lazing flicking the pages over with his wand, he started looking at the pictures and not really paying attention to the words. before he knew it, he was resting his cheek on his open palm and was closing his eyes for only a minute, only a minute, only ... a minute...
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] CLOTHES: his uniform, i guess.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] NOTES: yay ashy is back and alive!

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #5b5b5b;,true][cs=2] WE DO THIS TOGETHER

[atrb=width,140] word count , five hundred and fifty seven words notes , lol he was going to levitate him but book slamming was more fun for him tagged , car-squared!

[atrb=width,240] How did he get ringed into helping his friend? Well Carson couldn’t quite remember the exact words that Alucard had said, but the words help with potions was the most prominent in his memory. Whatever the reason Carson stupidly agreed even if he wasn’t the best Potion guy in the world. Couldn’t Alucard have found a Ravenclaw? Sure Carson actually almost became one if it had been up to the Sorting Hat, but Carson didn’t want to be like his brothers. Oh well a friend in need, it just meant that he had to oblige, besides if Carson and Alucard couldn’t defeat Potions together, then there was something really wrong – like they got distracted talking about Quidditch and completely forgot about finishing the homework, now that is certainly something that could possibly happen. Though it would have been a better spent on time, at least in Carson’s eyes, but if they were going to get Alucard’s homework finished they would have to avoid the dangerous topic that would aid them both in procrastinating. So help was what Carson was going to do – when he actually got up from his four poster bed in the Hufflepuff common room. He was being particularly lazy and he was hoping that when he trudged down to the library Luca had magically finished his essay and they could do far more productive things like go over strategy for their next Quidditch game. Carson looked over at his watch that sat on his bedside table, it was probably time that he went down and joined his friend, he couldn’t just leave him sitting in the library alone, what happened if a Slytherin came and ate him and then there would be no proof of the attack from any witnesses. Rolling off his bed, he grabbed his messenger bag that lay at the foot of the bed and placed it over his head to rest on his shoulders. Time to go to work. Trudging out of the Hufflepuff boy’s dorm, Carson idly stood looking around the common room, hoping to see that Luca had changed the spot or had miraculously finished his essay, even if it was the case, he would have came and got Carson. Leaving the comforts of the common room, Carson started up the stairway that lead to the Entrance Hall then continued up the stairs that lead to the floor with the Library. He pushed open the door and carefully walked inside. Looking around he searched the faces for his friend, he saw only a few students currently residing within the library one of them had to Alucard. It wasn’t until his eyes locked on what looked like a student with Luca’s back of his head, hand on his face and looking what Carson hoped was a Potions book. Careful not to disturb anyone else, Carson walked up to his friend, just as he was about to take a seat across from Luca he realized his eyes were closed. The little freak was sleeping. Glaring at his friend Carson thought of a very rude if not cruel way to wake his friend up. Instead of thinking of something elaborate, Carson opened one of the books that was sitting on the table and slammed it shut. ”Wake up sleeping beauty.”

[/color] Carson jeered taking a seat. As he stared at his friend.
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[juniper]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] he had been having such a lovely dream. he was flying on a broom, decked out in bright colours - just whose uniform it was, he had taken no notice of - and surrounded by thousands of fans in an international stadium. by all standards the dream was a bit old hat, it had all happened that way before for as long as luca could remember, until one of the tower stands had morphed into a dragon's scaly neck and as the mouth opened, between the teeth on the long, pink tongue stood nina in a classic cheerleader's outfit. he wasn't about to complain but to be honest it had been a little odd. he'd run with it though, because, well, why not. with a little mumble, his head slipped slightly and luca muttered in a voice that sounded entirely reasonable to him, "how are they going to see with a dragon in the way, nina? put your shirt on and take him away. selfish." then again, why would be say that? he'd never been caught uttering the words 'put your shirt back on' in this life. that was a little embarrassing. in any case, he was quite comfortable in his little potions essay-assisted nap. homework was good for one thing then at least; giving luca a good night's sleep. he'd market this to the other seventh years who were moaning about sleepness nights and insatiable insomnia. mumbling to himself and snoozing lightly, luca was just getting comfortable and about to slip and lay his head on the book below him when suddenly a noise like an explosion beneath his face woke him with a start. eyes widened like a startled animal and his hands scrabbling to find his book and his quill, he said with his eyes closed and a panicky tone, "i'm awake mum, i'm awake!" before opening his eyes to see not the round, brunette, freckled face of his mother but the equally brunette but less round and freckled face of carson, his best friend. breathing heavy, he tried to catch his breath back and play it cool, though getting back his respect might be a little difficult, considering both that he was here because he was completely lost in the potions curriculum and that he had just been definitely asleep. he couldn't deny either fact, so he'd just have to face up to his inadequacy. he wasn't used to being inadequate, it was a new perspective for him. "merlin's beard, car, you scared me halfway up to the astronomy tower roof there." adding almost as a second thought, wondering where he might have got the princess theme from, he cocked an eyebrow and tried to look suspiciously at carson, though his face was cracking a smile. "have you been talking to nina? i didn't think the effeminate nicknames for your beloved head boy were a hogwarts-wide thing, but with this evidence i might have to start an investigation."
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] money by the drums
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] CLOTHES: his uniform, i guess.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] NOTES: oh, luca. i love you, but baby.

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #5b5b5b;,true][cs=2] WE DO THIS TOGETHER

[atrb=width,140] word count , fou hundred and seventeen words notes , xD I LOVE THEM tagged , car-squared!

[atrb=width,240] Carson wouldn’t judge his friend sleeping, the library was one of the few places that Carson would take a snooze in while in the public. It was one of the few locations within the school that he didn’t have to worry about fellow pranksters to come after him and get him while his defenses were down. Much like what Carson has just instigated with Alucard and waking him up. His loss, he should have known better with Carson on his way to the library. His best friend didn’t get a free pass when it came to his mannerisms and it didn’t stop in the library. Despite the glares that he received from the other students whom were disturbed by the loud and obnoxious sound. Though there was no better reaction than the one that he witnessed from his friend. He never knew that his friend was such a spaz, until he saw the display of frantic movements was enough entertainment for a week. Cracking a grin he raised an inquiring eye brow wondering why in the world Alucard thought that he had been his mother. Reaching over he cuffed his friend on the side of the head lightly. ”I aint your mom.”

[/color] he told him simply, tapping his fingers on the book he had just closed. Snorting he shook his head lightly. ”Well at least up there it’s too cold for you to fall asleep.”[/color] he pointed out. Though he had meant the jeer about him being a sleeping beauty as a joke and not really what he thought of his friend. Or well maybe, but it was more or less still a joke. ”What no. I don’t ever talk to Nina. She practically wants to kill me.”[/color] Though Carson had given her plenty of reasons for her not to like him, everything from spying on her as his animagus to just simply was annoying her in a very Carson way. Whatever the reason’s it wasn’t his problem. ”No, you must sleep peacefully like a princess. Instead of you know studying like how you are supposed to.”[/color] Carson told Alucard, crossing his arms in a very ‘mom’ way. Sure he claimed just a few moments ago that he wasn’t a mother, at least not to Alucard, but he could easily be one if he wanted to be with his constant hovering and looking out for his friends, much like what a parent was supposed to. ”You better tell me you were dreaming something good for slacking off.”[/color]
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[juniper]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i802.photobucket.com/albums/yy305/ontheSCENE12/1728335.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 60px,bTable][cs=2] i wanted to buy you something but i don't have any money
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] against all the embarrassment that was threatening to rear its ugly head and give luca his signature cheek-nose-cheek blush, there was one thought that kept his face well and truly natural coloured. so long as carson was here now, he could get some solid studying done and hopefully not fail his potion newts. thankful that carson wasn't the malevolent type who would hold against him such a thing as finding him mumbling in his sleep hunched over a textbook, alucard only smiled gratefully at him for showing up. he took the light blow to the side of his head with a wry grin; he deserved that. it didn't stop him however from grabbing carson's hand and throwing it away gently with a scowl. "i wish you were my mother, she wouldn't close a book on my face," he said, trying not to smile though his grumpy face. that probably wasn't true, too, as his mother would do that and more: wallop him with a broomstick, hit him over the head with a frying pan, wrap him in a sheet and roll him down the stairs. life had certainly been fun in the remoire manor. he picked up one of the smaller books below his hands and swiped it at the side of carson's head, laughing out loud, despite the annoyed stares from other users of the library. this was serious business now, and so luca didn't mind whether other people were looking at him. oh, who was he kidding: he loved it when people looked at him. he had always admired carson's way of being witty and quick on his feet, able to think up a comment almost instantly and make him laugh. luca never had that talent; his charm remained in his shameless compliments and adorableness. perhaps carson should have been a ravenclaw for his wit. but if that had happened then who would he have to stay up late and talk with about hot girls and quidditch teams, or trudge back from blaise's most recent hard practice and moan to about dictator captains and their deathwishes? he couldn't talk to nina about any of those, especially not the hot girls bit. and persephone's knowledge of quidditch was less than none - embarrassingly enough for someone he counted among his oldest friends - and again, the whole girls thing was an issue. so it was carson, or bust. besides, seven years of living, eating, flying, breathing and sleeping a few metres away from someone meant you became kind of like brothers. luca never had any brothers, but car had more than enough to be sick of them. best mates, teammates, dorm mates, classmates, yearmates. was there any word to describe them than didn't end in mate? hardly any. he looked up at carson with a twinkle in his eye and a smile playing on his lips. "it was pretty good, yeah. but a gentleman never tells," he said with an air of mystery, or at least what he thought was an air of mystery.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] CLOTHES: his uniform, i guess.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] NOTES: they're great.

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #5b5b5b;,true][cs=2] WE DO THIS TOGETHER

[atrb=width,140] word count , five hundred and thirty two words notes , carson is such a buttface tagged , car-squared!

[atrb=width,240] Seriously he was hoping that he had been his mother? If Carson was his mother he would have straightened him out far better, not that Carson believed there was a single thing wrong with his best friend, but just the thought of whipping his friend into shape as his mother was a fun if not interesting concept. Having his hand thrown at him he rolled his shoulders into a shrug. ”Your mom would bake you cookies and call you a sweet boy. I’m here to make sure you study and I stay out of detention as I pissed off some Prefect girl.”

[/color] Which was true, he was trying to avoid seeing prefects in general around the school, not only because half of the time he was doing something he probably shouldn’t but to avoid seeing Sofia again, because their last meeting hadn’t been all that great. Sure even now he was sitting in front of Head Boy, but that didn’t really matter at least not to him. Feeling the soft whack of the book he winced, gritting his teeth together. ”Nice hit.”[/color] he remarked through his teeth. Carson thought of the many swings of the bat that he could accomplish with his beater’s bat and adapt it for books, but seeing the look on the librarian’s face from their antics. Grabbing the nearest book, he looked around to see who was looking as he tapped Alucard’s temple with the book’s spine, he didn’t use enough force to even cause damage to his poor friend. He didn’t need any brain damage at his hand.

He looked around the library once more when Luca claimed a gentleman didn’t tell. ”Point me to him, and I’ll be sure not ask him the question.”[/color] he smirked. Of course his friend was claiming he was the gentleman, Carson supposed out of the two of them he was far more chivalrous than Carson ever was, mostly because he really didn’t understand the principle when women were more cheeky and far more bold than they had been, that and they were allowed to be, they liked their established independence and their ‘rely on no man’ attitude. So they can have their independence and Carson didn’t have to waste opening a door for them every time they wandered by a door. ”So I take it was something of interest or you wouldn’t be the air of silence over here.”[/color] Carson wasn’t even sure what his friend would be dreaming of, probably him winning every Qudditch world cup from now until he was dead. Though Carson was going to make sure that he never died, by accomplishing something that would get him on Chocolate Frog Card’s, never be forgotten was his silent goal a silly one as people don’t have to be remembered by all, but enough that it made Carson content. Waving their text book in front of Alucard’s face he smiled. ”Tell or I’ll make you read the draught of living dead potion on how to brew and it’s steps.”[/color] he countered. Carson really didn’t care per say about Potions, this was far more interesting and entertaining for him, he’ll sneak in some studying eventually. Or at least try.
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[juniper]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i802.photobucket.com/albums/yy305/ontheSCENE12/1728335.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 60px,bTable][cs=2] i wanted to buy you something but i don't have any money
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] carson had his mother pegged out all wrong. she was a fiery piece of work, full of roaring irish blood and brilliantly flaming red hair. it suited her personality well enough; luca had inherited his gift of the gab from his mother's side of the family, though all his looks and quidditch skills came from his father. he shook his head vehemently. "my mother would hit me over the head harder than you and push me down the stairs." then he did a double-take and almost laughed at carson out loud before swallowing it, trying to keep quiet in the vast expanses of the library. instead, he said, trying to keep the giggle out of his voice and his tone down low, "car, you do realise you are talking to the head boy," he said, slowing down as he hit the last words with a very patronising tone. he left it hanging, because although he knew that carson knew what he was insinuating, for anyone else to overhear them could spell disaster for duty-driven luca. he took his responsibilities seriously, but he took his friends even more seriously. he would do anything for his bestest buddy, so long as the trail did not lead back directly to him. risk death at the hands of an angry centaur? sure. risk expulsion at the hands of an angry headmaster? no thanks. grinning at carson's apparent dislike of being looked at disapprovingly by the librarian, he bowed his head under carson's light blow, winced slightly but hid it away for a show of manliness and swung again, this time catching the beater on the side of his shoulder. if these antics continued they would never get any studying done - and that settled just fine by luca. laughing under his breath, trying to keep it controlled, he teased in a mutter, "aren't you supposed to be a beater, or something?" scoffing at carson's joke, nonetheless he smiled. "well, clearly there are none in present company," he said pointedly, "just two quidditch-obsessed retards. one with stunning good looks, eloquence, charm and a body you could grate cheese on. and ... you." it was all good-natured ribbing, and they did this on a daily basis. luca could not remember the last time he gave carson an outright compliment. even on the pitch it was always, 'my great-grandmother could fly faster, old man!' or 'come on pansy, you hit like a girl!', the latter of which usually resulted in a bludger narrowly missing alucard's face, sent straight from madge's bat. and it was only by accident that she missed her target, or alucard's quick reflexes. she never aimed to miss. "it was pretty brilliant, but also slightly abnormal, actually," he said truthfully, "bordering on just plain odd." rubbing the back of his head with a palm and then shaking his messy long brown hair into a semblance of style, alucard tossed the strands in his eyes back to where they rested. sighing, he grabbed the textbook out of carson's hands and laid it below him, leaning forward and resting his chin in his cupped hands and his elbows on the book so carson couldn't get it again. "it was, you know, your basic quidditch world cup seeker glory dream," he said nonchalantly, as if it were the most average thing in the world. and for these two and especially him, it probably was. "then there was a dragon and ... then there was nina." now this was the gentleman never tells part. it had been a brilliant dream, and he'd been halfway through what he presumed was his subconscious' intended plotline when he had been rudely interrupted. hence, nina had only been half-naked. but did carson need to know that, and would he ever find out? not on his life.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] TAGGED FOR CARSON
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] money by the drums
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] CLOTHES: his uniform, i guess.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] NOTES: he's a cute buttface though

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #5b5b5b;,true][cs=2] WE DO THIS TOGETHER

[atrb=width,140] word count , six hundred and thirty three words notes , he went from worry to understanding all in one post. tagged , car-squared!

[atrb=width,240] He was surprised to learn that Alucard’s mother was the flaming type. He always assumed she was soft on her son, mostly because Alucard seemed the type that was coddled. Carson’s own mother couldn’t be easy going not with the size of family that she had, having five son’s made it a bit hard for her to be the kind that let her children get away with whatever they wanted. ”Good to hear, I know who to write to now.”

[/color] he jeered. Not that Carson was at all going to write to Alucard’s mother for any reason, because now hearing of her more detailed he’d probably fear her much like he did his own mother. Raising a questioning eyebrow Carson shrugged his shoulders. ”Yeah and? You already know I’m a trouble to all around me. Besides. I served detention for it already anyways.”[/color] he insisted. Which he did, Carson was one of the few people who didn’t mind spending time within detention if he deserved it. It was what it was. He had no worries about getting in trouble and especially around Alucard, if he EVER caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to, he wouldn’t try and bribe him too much to get out of detention, or even expect him not to give it to him. All he knew was that getting a fellow Prefect in trouble for his antics hadn’t gone well. At least Carson had a plan to apologize to the girl. Eventually. Eying his friend at the jab about him being a beater he glared. ”Do you really, want me to hit you like I have to hit a pure lead ball? Because quite honestly, I think I’d shatter your little skull.”[/color] That wasn’t really him showing prowess about his skills, in all honesty he had to hit a bludger much harder than he would ever consider hitting another person.

Rolling his eyes he leaned back in his seat, slouching in his chair. ”Right. Princess Fluffie. You are the eloquent one, as for the charm maybe, grate cheese? Seriously, grate cheese, is that the best that you could come up with? And yeah I’m a Quidditch Retard with amazing skills and I have looks that kill. I mean haven’t you noticed all the missing female inhabitants of Hogwarts?”[/color] Carson joked. No he wasn’t a killer, nor were his looks that great, Carson liked to remain somewhat humble. He listened when his friend started to go on into his dream, so the little buggar had been asleep long enough to really dream, so that meant that he was far more lazy than what Carson had thought. Silly thing. ”How can it be your generic glorifying Quidditch game and be odd?”[/color] Carson asked, confused how generic would be odd, when it was to be expected. Whatever the reasoning’s behind it, Carson did not expect the next sentence. With the addition of a dragon and Nina in his dream, that’s likely how it had become odd. ”Was Nina the dragon? If so, we’ll have to skip Potions and go straight to Divination and figure that one out.”[/color] Though he had taken Divination two years in a row, mostly because the subject interested him, Carson hadn’t taken it his last year, he was more focused on getting good grades to go into the Ministry to do something to try and help the magical world, so that meant more of the more core classes, and lots of spell work for the youngest Mathews boy. ”In all honesty, I don’t understand the whole Nina thing, but it does sound like an interesting if not strange dream. Maybe when you go to bed tonight you can start it back up again. Though few have control over their dreams, sorry I ruined you winning the world cup.”[/color]
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