29 Jun 2019, 06:23
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The west tower took some wandering to find. It would take time before he had grown comfortable with traveling the castle on his own. Oftentimes, Louis spent his time attempting to tail behind groups who seemed to know where they were going if only so that he could discover for himself. He wanted to avoid the lost puppy look, to the very best of his ability. Early morning had felt like a good time to wander on his own for a while. He had left the Gryffindor common room with a letter tucked away in his pocket. The young wizard also did not want to appear as though he was homesick, but he had been sitting on the letter to his parents for several days.
Stepping into the owlery, Louis was met with soft hooting and the sound of fluttering wings against the creaking of the door as it closed behind him. There were quite a few owls who had found a place to perch and had turned to look at him with curious but squinted eyes. His only real experience with the animals was when his acceptance letter had been delivered to their home in Manchester. Aside from this, he’d lived a life owl-free.
Finding one that looked willing enough, Louis approached the bird at an awkward shuffle before extending his hands and doing what he could to attach the letter. The owl he had selected seemed to have been a patient one. It tilted its head ever so slightly to the left and watched the boy’s face with a curious spark in the yellow of its gaze. When the boy had finished, he looked expectantly at the bird and nodded his head. “You ought to be good then, bird,” he remarked softly to the animal. Louis then proceeded to draw his hand upward and swish it in a motion that seemed to be coaxing the bird to fly. Go on, now, he huffed internally. The sun had barely risen, and he had already started making a fool of himself.
29 Jun 2019, 11:41
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Margo stood, gazing out of the window in the owlery and watching as the sun rose over the surrounding hills. Her body was shrouded in shadow, for the lights were dim and the sun had not yet taken its rightful place in the sky. Margo held a chunky letter in her hand- green fabric poking its way out of the seal. The piece of parchment inside contained only two words- ‘For Mimi’- but they were more than enough to portray her wishes. Margo had spent the previous evening in the Slytherin common room, stitching away, and imagining her parents reactions when they received her letter. The end result of her creativity had been a green bandana, perfectly fitted for a dogs head and with an appliqué of the Slytherin crest on front.
Tearing her gaze away from the sunrise, Margo stepped forwards to summon a school owl when she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs up to the owlery. Retreating back into her shadowy corner, she watched as a Gryffindor boy with a bulging pocket entered the owlery.
She smirked to herself as he took a letter out of his pocket. My, he’s up early. Does that letter contain something secret or is he just an early bird? she thought. Her keen gaze scrutinised the boy as he attatched his letter to an owl and waved his hand at it. Before it could take off (though she had suspicions that it wouldn’t), Margo opened her mouth to speak.
“Hello there. It’s a little early for post, don’t you think?” She asked, her voice probing. “I’m Margo, how about you?”
A grin like a crocodile and a bob like a funny catfish
29 Jun 2019, 18:59
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Thank you so much for joining 
Louis hadn’t heard the girl until she was practically there and speaking. He turned to her, moderately shocked that there was another up in the owlery that early in the morning. This was a girl that he hadn’t seen before, but she appeared nice enough. Quick to introduce herself, he repeated her name in his head several times to keep it there. Then, the young wizard glanced to the colors of her robes with some interest. Where his showed the red highlights of a Gryffindor house member, her own were a stunning emerald. He thought the green suited her, though he would never admit to such a thing. Louis had only just met this young girl and he was keen on making standup first impressions.
“Pleasure, Margo,” he responded with a quick flash of a smile that reached to the corners of his eyes. “I’m Louis,” the wizard did what his mother had taught him and extended a hand to be shook. He then glanced down at his own open palm and chuckled softly to himself. “You know, I had thought I’d have an advantage by getting up so early. I still don’t know my way round the castle that well,” Louis then admitted to her with a sheepish expression. Knowing his luck, he would have been making his entire house look foolish with such remarks. Even the squint-eyed owl appeared to find him more humorous than it had before. It ruffled its feathers and reached out to peck at his robes.
Louis watched the bird with interest for a second, finding it almost cute in its own way. He had heard how the students at Hogwarts were allowed pets, and he wondered if he’d have been able to convince his father that he could use his own owl or cat before he was a second-year student. “You’re a Slytherin, then? How’d you like it? My dad was one when he was here,” the young man mentioned as casually as he could. Louis had been all but certain that he would have ended up in the Slytherin house. The hat had different plans for him, it seemed. Shock after shock, Hogwarts had been a marvelous ride the entire time. The young man almost felt as though he never wanted to leave the castle or its secrets behind.
“Pleasure, Margo,” he responded with a quick flash of a smile that reached to the corners of his eyes. “I’m Louis,” the wizard did what his mother had taught him and extended a hand to be shook. He then glanced down at his own open palm and chuckled softly to himself. “You know, I had thought I’d have an advantage by getting up so early. I still don’t know my way round the castle that well,” Louis then admitted to her with a sheepish expression. Knowing his luck, he would have been making his entire house look foolish with such remarks. Even the squint-eyed owl appeared to find him more humorous than it had before. It ruffled its feathers and reached out to peck at his robes.
Louis watched the bird with interest for a second, finding it almost cute in its own way. He had heard how the students at Hogwarts were allowed pets, and he wondered if he’d have been able to convince his father that he could use his own owl or cat before he was a second-year student. “You’re a Slytherin, then? How’d you like it? My dad was one when he was here,” the young man mentioned as casually as he could. Louis had been all but certain that he would have ended up in the Slytherin house. The hat had different plans for him, it seemed. Shock after shock, Hogwarts had been a marvelous ride the entire time. The young man almost felt as though he never wanted to leave the castle or its secrets behind.
29 Jun 2019, 21:11
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ReducioMy pleasure, though I hope you don’t mind how judgemental Margo is.
Margo watched as the boy turned towards her in shock. He presented himself with a charm that she couldn’t quite decide whether to admire or loathe. When he presented his hand for her to shake, she blinked discreetly in surprise- she hadn’t thought students were so formal. However, without hesitation, she took the offered hand, shook it lightly and then quickly retracted her arm back to her side.
“Well Louis,” She said, testing out his name with her voice. “Maybe I could help with your navigation issues. I’ve already memorised a map of the castle- though nobody could predict how the staircases change.”
Margo wouldn’t normally offer her services in such a straightforward manner, but something about Louis fascinated her. She had a feeling that behind all the layers of charm, Louis had some character traits that were similar to her own. However, the boy was in Gryffindor, so he obviously wasn’t that similar to her... not that it should matter- Margo valued uniqueness.
“I think you’ve got yourself a fan.” Margo said when the owl behind Louis pecked at his robes. Margo reached into her own clothing and withdrew a packet of owl treats. “Here, give it one of these and say where you want your letter to be delivered to- the school owls aren’t always the best.”
Margo smirked at the mention of her house. ”Slytherin’s great, people are interesting there. My whole family was in Ravenclaw until I broke the tradition.” She said, a tiny bit of smugness seeping into her tone.
A grin like a crocodile and a bob like a funny catfish
29 Jun 2019, 22:50
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Her pause made him wonder if reaching out was an idiot move. The more he thought about it, his father had never really shook someone else’s hand – it had always been his mother who’d insisted that was proper etiquette. When Margo accepted, he was forced to stop himself from releasing a breath of relief. It seemed that shaking hands was still alright in the wizarding world. Beyond that, she seemed to be the perfect person to have run into. Fate seemed to be at tricks on that particular day, but Louis would never have cared how or why. He could only see this as a moment of extreme good fortune.
The smile spread, squinting his eyes and showing the boy might have dimples in his later years, or at least very defined smile lines. “You’re brilliant!” Louis exclaimed with a laugh. “You’ve already memorized a map of the castle. Have you found any secrets?” Of course, as much as he wished to know his way around the place, the young trickster was far more eager to know if there were areas of the castle that saw very few visitors or were not meant to be found at all. There was a saying about curiosity and cats, but he would never know unless he tried.
The young wizard almost forgotten that the girl he was speaking to was a member of the Slytherin house. He was more grateful that he had found someone like her at all. Louis had imagined that it would have taken him some time to actually get to know some of the other students, but he didn’t feel as though he’d made a good effort at all. There was a chance for redemption – one that he did not dare to ignore.
Margo then pointed to the owl and offered a package of treats. Louis took them and turned toward the silly bird. He offered a treat between his fingers that the bird regarded with far more interest than he had at anything Louis had done before. The boy waited patiently and watched as the owl took the treat from his fingers with a gentle grasp of its beak. The treat was gone in a matter of seconds and the young Gryffindor could not help but to turn toward Margo with a wild grin and a laugh. “Alright, bird, you’re gonna take this to Manchester, right? Chatsworth Road in Worsley,” he instructed in a soft voice, as though only the owl could hear him. Ruffling its feathers, the bird turned and took flight without any pause.
During this, Margo had gone on to explain that her family had all ended up in Ravenclaw before her. He was pleased to hear that he wasn’t the only black sheep in the school. “You and I have got that in common, then. I was certain I was gonna be in Slytherin, but… that hat wasn’t having it,” he explained with a curious twitch of his brows and a thoughtful expression that seemed to come and go as quickly as the thought had.
The smile spread, squinting his eyes and showing the boy might have dimples in his later years, or at least very defined smile lines. “You’re brilliant!” Louis exclaimed with a laugh. “You’ve already memorized a map of the castle. Have you found any secrets?” Of course, as much as he wished to know his way around the place, the young trickster was far more eager to know if there were areas of the castle that saw very few visitors or were not meant to be found at all. There was a saying about curiosity and cats, but he would never know unless he tried.
The young wizard almost forgotten that the girl he was speaking to was a member of the Slytherin house. He was more grateful that he had found someone like her at all. Louis had imagined that it would have taken him some time to actually get to know some of the other students, but he didn’t feel as though he’d made a good effort at all. There was a chance for redemption – one that he did not dare to ignore.
Margo then pointed to the owl and offered a package of treats. Louis took them and turned toward the silly bird. He offered a treat between his fingers that the bird regarded with far more interest than he had at anything Louis had done before. The boy waited patiently and watched as the owl took the treat from his fingers with a gentle grasp of its beak. The treat was gone in a matter of seconds and the young Gryffindor could not help but to turn toward Margo with a wild grin and a laugh. “Alright, bird, you’re gonna take this to Manchester, right? Chatsworth Road in Worsley,” he instructed in a soft voice, as though only the owl could hear him. Ruffling its feathers, the bird turned and took flight without any pause.
During this, Margo had gone on to explain that her family had all ended up in Ravenclaw before her. He was pleased to hear that he wasn’t the only black sheep in the school. “You and I have got that in common, then. I was certain I was gonna be in Slytherin, but… that hat wasn’t having it,” he explained with a curious twitch of his brows and a thoughtful expression that seemed to come and go as quickly as the thought had.
30 Jun 2019, 12:08
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[quote]Margo smirked. “Secrets, huh? Well... I suppose the caretakers office in the North Tower was an interesting find, but the dungeons are the most interesting because there are so many things to discover. Unfortunately, there’s no real reason to ever be down there, except for potions classes, that is.”
She let her smirk grow wider as she spoke. This was sort of a test, she supposed. She would never betray her house, and telling other houses the whereabouts of the common room was one of the biggest betrayals of them all. However, testing if Louis knew, was a just safety precaution... at least, that’s what Margo told herself. In reality, she was curious about two things. One, was the morals of Louis father. Would he have told his son Slytherin secrets even through he did not belong there? The second, was Louis’ own curiosity- she had little doubt that he could have discovered the information if he had so desired.
Moving on, Margo watched, expressionless, as Louis spoke softly to the owl and it took off, the Gryffindor’s letter dangling from its leg. “Have you not been around owls all that much then.” she asked curiously. It was an uncommon occurrence when one had at least one wizarding parent. The more Margo found out about the Gryffindor boy, the more curious she was. There was something very normal about him, but also something that made him stand out. That doesn’t make any sense. She chided herself, before moving forwards to choose an owl to deliver her own letter. She picked a barn owl with glowing amber eyes and stroked its head softly before swiftly attaching her bulging letter. ”Take this to the White household in Aviemore. You’ve probably been there before with the amount of letters my brother sends home.” She whispered to it before it stretched its wings and flew gracefully out of the open window.
When Louis’ expression turned more thoughtful, Margo narrowed her eyes. “The sorting hat knows what it’s doing, be thankful for being different.” Her words may have come out more forcefully than truly nessecary, but she couldn’t help but challenge Louis’ beliefs. ”Besides, she joked, trying to lighten the mood. ”Gryffindor would die without you, I’m sure.”
She let her smirk grow wider as she spoke. This was sort of a test, she supposed. She would never betray her house, and telling other houses the whereabouts of the common room was one of the biggest betrayals of them all. However, testing if Louis knew, was a just safety precaution... at least, that’s what Margo told herself. In reality, she was curious about two things. One, was the morals of Louis father. Would he have told his son Slytherin secrets even through he did not belong there? The second, was Louis’ own curiosity- she had little doubt that he could have discovered the information if he had so desired.
Moving on, Margo watched, expressionless, as Louis spoke softly to the owl and it took off, the Gryffindor’s letter dangling from its leg. “Have you not been around owls all that much then.” she asked curiously. It was an uncommon occurrence when one had at least one wizarding parent. The more Margo found out about the Gryffindor boy, the more curious she was. There was something very normal about him, but also something that made him stand out. That doesn’t make any sense. She chided herself, before moving forwards to choose an owl to deliver her own letter. She picked a barn owl with glowing amber eyes and stroked its head softly before swiftly attaching her bulging letter. ”Take this to the White household in Aviemore. You’ve probably been there before with the amount of letters my brother sends home.” She whispered to it before it stretched its wings and flew gracefully out of the open window.
When Louis’ expression turned more thoughtful, Margo narrowed her eyes. “The sorting hat knows what it’s doing, be thankful for being different.” Her words may have come out more forcefully than truly nessecary, but she couldn’t help but challenge Louis’ beliefs. ”Besides, she joked, trying to lighten the mood. ”Gryffindor would die without you, I’m sure.”
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A grin like a crocodile and a bob like a funny catfish
6 Jul 2019, 00:24
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Phew sorry for the wait! My work week was crazy.
Ah, so Louis wasn’t quite shut down for his direct question about secrets of the castle. He smirked to her, making sure that he tucked the thought of the caretaker’s office on the second floor, as well as the dungeons. Whether or not it was a great idea, he had hopes of finding time to scope these places out and determine whether or not they’d make for a good slice of seclusion. If nothing else, the young Gryffindor was likely to have been able to conjure up a story related to his searches. The thought of scoping out the entire property was almost too much for him. He couldn’t imagine what other places there were within those walls that most people did not find in their years attending the school.
“You know, I don’t think it’d be too hard to imagine a young student getting lost down in the dungeons if he just got out of potions class and claims someone gave him bad directions, do you?” he inquired of her with a tone that suggested it was a perfectly plausible excuse. He didn’t know if he had the gumption yet to use it. Knowing his luck, Louis would have actually gotten lost down there and then he’d have been in for a real treat. In spite of this, he could not help himself from thinking of the possibility and made mental notes to cook up a plan later on.
Margo asked him if he’d been around owls. The young man knew that it was bound to have found a way into someone’s mind. It must have seemed odd that he’d speak of his father being a Slytherin and yet barely know how to make an owl do the most basic of jobs. Louis glanced toward her sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. “My mum’s a muggle. She wanted me and my brother raised like muggles, until they found out if we could use magic or not. We didn’t have any owls around the house when I was younger and no magic until I lost my sitter’s phone behind the wardrobe in the front room,” he chuckled at the memory of it. His father had to pay the sitter extra for having her drive all the way back to collect the phone. Louis had been told that it was fortunate she hadn’t noticed anything.
It was something that had bothered him, at first. He hadn’t understood why it made any sense to keep magic out of their lives if it solved so many simple issues. Surely, his mother must have been curious to know what a house filled with magic could be like. After some time, Louis had realized that he had skills that were useful whether he was a wizard or not. He didn’t resent the idea that magic was new to him. There was something almost blissful about the realization that he had found these things for the first time – things he had never thought existed before.
“I don’t mind that I’m different. I don’t even think my dad will…” he mentioned, but his words trailed a bit at the end as he thought of his father’s reaction to his son having been placed in Gryffindor. Different had never been bad before, so the young wizard did not feel as though he would be shamed for the decision of the magical cap. If Margo was right, then the sorting hat knew exactly where he needed to be. Deciding it was best if he changed the conversation, Louis thought back to some of the few things that his father had said about the school. “Say, is the Slytherin common room really under the lake?” he asked with a devilish smirk.
“You know, I don’t think it’d be too hard to imagine a young student getting lost down in the dungeons if he just got out of potions class and claims someone gave him bad directions, do you?” he inquired of her with a tone that suggested it was a perfectly plausible excuse. He didn’t know if he had the gumption yet to use it. Knowing his luck, Louis would have actually gotten lost down there and then he’d have been in for a real treat. In spite of this, he could not help himself from thinking of the possibility and made mental notes to cook up a plan later on.
Margo asked him if he’d been around owls. The young man knew that it was bound to have found a way into someone’s mind. It must have seemed odd that he’d speak of his father being a Slytherin and yet barely know how to make an owl do the most basic of jobs. Louis glanced toward her sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. “My mum’s a muggle. She wanted me and my brother raised like muggles, until they found out if we could use magic or not. We didn’t have any owls around the house when I was younger and no magic until I lost my sitter’s phone behind the wardrobe in the front room,” he chuckled at the memory of it. His father had to pay the sitter extra for having her drive all the way back to collect the phone. Louis had been told that it was fortunate she hadn’t noticed anything.
It was something that had bothered him, at first. He hadn’t understood why it made any sense to keep magic out of their lives if it solved so many simple issues. Surely, his mother must have been curious to know what a house filled with magic could be like. After some time, Louis had realized that he had skills that were useful whether he was a wizard or not. He didn’t resent the idea that magic was new to him. There was something almost blissful about the realization that he had found these things for the first time – things he had never thought existed before.
“I don’t mind that I’m different. I don’t even think my dad will…” he mentioned, but his words trailed a bit at the end as he thought of his father’s reaction to his son having been placed in Gryffindor. Different had never been bad before, so the young wizard did not feel as though he would be shamed for the decision of the magical cap. If Margo was right, then the sorting hat knew exactly where he needed to be. Deciding it was best if he changed the conversation, Louis thought back to some of the few things that his father had said about the school. “Say, is the Slytherin common room really under the lake?” he asked with a devilish smirk.
8 Jul 2019, 11:57
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ReducioIt’s no problem! I just want to apologise - I made a small mistake. The caretakers office is actually in the North Tower, sorry.
And there it was- she’d finally managed to get a smirk out of the poor boy! She’d had a feeling it was hiding in there somewhere, smothered by good manners. Margo could also pull out her charms when she wished, she had gone and introduced herself after all. However, she mostly found it a little tedious, almost a waste of energy. What was not tedious was the idea of exploring the castle with this boy. It would be in a interesting excursion, and the day had barely started, so she saw no reason not to- that is, with Louis’ agreement of course. Margo had her private motivations aswell; she wanted to dig a little further into the heart of the Gryffindor. It was one of her hobbies- to figure out what made each person different. Some people were easy and some were more challenging with their masks and temperemental personalities- almost like herself. Louis didn’t wear a mask like Margo did but he had layers all the same, and she wanted to find out exactly what they were.
“What do you say we go now?” Margo asked carefully. She didn’t want to come across as too eager, but looking bored would be almost as bad. “The day is young, and so is the year. I’d say we have time. Your excuse would work just fine with a few changes, and you seem skilled enough to deliver it.”
Margo was pleased that the boy seemed to be confident in his lying skills. To most people, it would seem like a rather unfortunate trait, but to Margo it was precious. Lying was extremely useful, and that fact that she liked it may have spoken heaps about her conscience, but she mostly used it for harmless deeds... mostly.
Margo internally cheered at Louis’ next words. Yay, more data to work with! Now she was getting somewhere. She couldn’t fully fathom being raised without knowledge of magic, but she tried all the same. However, she could relate to belonging to both worlds- like he also did now, as she too had learnt in a muggle school for all of her primary years. She didn’t reminisce upon the experience, but it had been educational all the same. If one took away the magic wands and clothing, they would find that wizards and muggles are extraordinarily similar, and that, Margo could understand.
“I don’t mind that I’m different. I don’t even think my dad will…” Louis said and Margo smiled slightly. He was getting there- not minding was closer to liking than disliking, if that made any sense.
Then the smirk reemerged stronger than ever, and Margo smirked too. She raised her eyebrows slightly before speaking. “Well that would be telling, wouldn’t it? Let’s just say that it has certain special qualities.”
A grin like a crocodile and a bob like a funny catfish
14 Jul 2019, 00:07
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A smirk wasn’t all that she had coaxed out of the boy. Louis was interested in Margo for her direct nature and sharp mind. He could tell that she was clever. The Slytherin had managed to memorize a map of the castle, after all. Aside from this, he was interested to know what sort of people he would have been surrounded by if he had been sorted into their house instead of Gryffindor. He hadn’t really made any friends in his own, which felt like it was a shame, but it did little to bother him. The boy had always found a way to attract a certain diversity. It was almost as though it clung to him – a way of filling his social spaces with all manners of people. Life was made interesting by others, he felt.
In a way, Louis was studying her the same ways that she was studying him. He listened to the way she spoke with a keen ear. He was, of course, just searching for different things. The young boy was eager to understand her behavior over anything else. He’d always thought his father was a stand-up fellow who had an intense charm. Were all other Slytherins the same in this regard? So far, Margo had found a way to lure Louis. This was a pleasant encounter for him, and he would have agreed to anything that she had suggested. When she suggested that they leave in that moment, he nodded his head swiftly.
“Sure! And thanks for that. You probably aren’t wrong. I’ve got a bit of the theatrics in me,” he told her with a quick grin. “At least my mum always called me dramatic, so I suppose that’s something.” He might not have starred in the next big film, but he was fairly certain that he could sweet talk his way out of getting in trouble for prowling about the dungeons. There wasn’t much harm that could be done, he felt. Scoping a place out wasn’t the same as ransacking it. Then again, the professors might not have felt the same way. They were incredibly particular about the rules of the castle, but Louis had a tendency to test the boundaries that were set against him.
Turning to leave the owlery, the boy glanced over his shoulder to make sure they’d left nothing behind. It seemed that Margo was not one to immediately trade the secrets of her house. Louis was not at all bothered by this. Sure, his curiosity waged a war against him to press for further details, but he knew well enough that these were sensitive things for some. He was sure that he could find out some day. It was likely that he could butter his father up with magic candies and he could have almost any secret that he wanted.
“You know, I don’t think that Gryffindors have any secrets. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps it’s just not that interesting,” Louis attempted, conversationally. He could not help but to crack a smile at the remark. He did not find his own Hogwarts house to be boring, but he saw some lack of flair in the idea that they were quite trustworthy as a whole. He was a trickster and a boy with a penchant for getting into trouble. There would certainly be mishaps for him in the future. He only hoped that he wasn’t seen as an oddity in his own house.
In a way, Louis was studying her the same ways that she was studying him. He listened to the way she spoke with a keen ear. He was, of course, just searching for different things. The young boy was eager to understand her behavior over anything else. He’d always thought his father was a stand-up fellow who had an intense charm. Were all other Slytherins the same in this regard? So far, Margo had found a way to lure Louis. This was a pleasant encounter for him, and he would have agreed to anything that she had suggested. When she suggested that they leave in that moment, he nodded his head swiftly.
“Sure! And thanks for that. You probably aren’t wrong. I’ve got a bit of the theatrics in me,” he told her with a quick grin. “At least my mum always called me dramatic, so I suppose that’s something.” He might not have starred in the next big film, but he was fairly certain that he could sweet talk his way out of getting in trouble for prowling about the dungeons. There wasn’t much harm that could be done, he felt. Scoping a place out wasn’t the same as ransacking it. Then again, the professors might not have felt the same way. They were incredibly particular about the rules of the castle, but Louis had a tendency to test the boundaries that were set against him.
Turning to leave the owlery, the boy glanced over his shoulder to make sure they’d left nothing behind. It seemed that Margo was not one to immediately trade the secrets of her house. Louis was not at all bothered by this. Sure, his curiosity waged a war against him to press for further details, but he knew well enough that these were sensitive things for some. He was sure that he could find out some day. It was likely that he could butter his father up with magic candies and he could have almost any secret that he wanted.
“You know, I don’t think that Gryffindors have any secrets. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps it’s just not that interesting,” Louis attempted, conversationally. He could not help but to crack a smile at the remark. He did not find his own Hogwarts house to be boring, but he saw some lack of flair in the idea that they were quite trustworthy as a whole. He was a trickster and a boy with a penchant for getting into trouble. There would certainly be mishaps for him in the future. He only hoped that he wasn’t seen as an oddity in his own house.
21 Jul 2019, 18:17
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Gosh I’m so sorry it’s late, I can’t believe a week’s passed already
Unknown to the both of them, the two students were startlingly similar. Margo also had very little going on in the way of friendship, and she didn’t care about it in the slightest. They were also both trouble magnets. Margo didn’t mean to attract trouble, but her curiosity and willingness to break rules often got the better of her. She didn’t know that Louis was also analysing her actions, as she was his, but if she had, it would’ve bothered her. Of course, she would have felt grudging admiration for his curiosity, but she didn’t like to be probed. People would get the information she gave and they could do whatever they liked with it, but she would give them no more.
Margo wondered what Louis meant by theatrics. Did that mean that he was a naturally dramatic person? Well, she didn’t find him to be so, but perhaps she needed to get to know him better. Maybe he meant that he liked theatre and acting. Margo had absolutely no problem with that. It definitely wasn’t the art form that she enjoyed, but it did provide good entertainment. Personally, she was into textiles, and whilst Hogwarts didn’t have an arts program, she kept up with her passion religiously.
“So what exactly is your family like?” Margo asked curiously. She’d gathered details, but now Shen wanted the whole picture. Maybe he had a sibling he didn’t like mentioning... honestly, with the amount of strange backgrounds one could find within the walls of Hogwarts, anything was possible.
“Oh I’m sure that Gryffindor has many a great thing to discover.” Margo’s eyes sparkled dangerously, making her look almost deranged in the light of the early morning sun. “How would one test their bravery if it didn’t?”
With that, Margo followed Louis out of the bird filled room, headed towards adventure with a new companion. The empty room echoed with the remanants of their conversation as the two Hogwartians strode away together.
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