Closed Misinterpretation PV Gekko Phillips Comedic

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Date: Oct/19/2024 | Outfit: ✕ | CC: #053926
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───── Her favorite place in Hogwarts so far had to be the courtyard, especially when the weather was in its best behavior during autumn. Watching all the students mingle and conspire freely with each other made Gekko chuckle to herself, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. The older students were too serious for her liking, and some downright gave her the “ick”, something new she’d picked up from Aodhan. Granted, some of her fellow first years were the same way, making her side eye them when they weren’t looking. But, this was getting off topic.

The courtyard. People watching, right.

Gekko tilted her head at the sight of two particular students conversing in the middle of the courtyard, two Hufflepuffs based off their clothing. She couldn’t really tell what was happening or what was being said from how far away she was, but based off how the the taller boy was clenching his fists and the other boy just looked downright lost, the young witch had to guess that there was some kind of disconnect.

Gekko hummed thoughtfully to herself as she watched the scene a little longer, biting back a laugh as it just continued to repeat the entire conversation. Eventually she started to feel sorry for the two boys and, with the kindness of her heart and nosiness that knows no bounds, the girl ambled a little closer to hear their conversation. Now that she was closer, Gekko could immediately hear the disconnect and the reason the two Hufflepuff seemed to be at odds. The sound of perhaps the strongest Scottish accent she’d ever heard made Gekko stumble slightly and she covered her mouth, muffling a sudden laugh that impulsively ripped through her. Ah, this makes sense now. That’s the issue.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, the young witch controlled her face again, glancing up at the distressed duo again. Gekko felt pity for the poor Scottish boy who truly seemed to be trying his best, even if his accent was too much for her to understand either. With her usual deadpan face in place, she strut her way over, interrupting another repeat. Just in time too, if the way the mousy boy was clenching his fist was any indicator.

"He's really not that hard to understand, you're being a too little slow, don't you think?" She put up a hand in greeting as she interrupted their conversation, strolling in like she'd been there the whole time. Which, honestly wasn't completely wrong, but they didn't need to know that. A barely there smile twitched at her lips as Gekko came to a stop before the Hufflepuff pair, her arms crossed across her chest. "Clearly he said he really likes Danish food but he's fasting right now. He's also really craving scones." Gekko turned towards the mousy boy with a raised eyebrow, entirely confident in her translation and a somewhat proud look in her eyes. "I'm right aren't I?"

TIME | 12:15 pm DATE | October 19th, 2024 INTERACTING | @Gekko Phillips

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"HUH?" It was now Cirrus's turn to be confused.
Cirrus said furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and even frustration. Who was this girl who just so confidently gave a completely wrong translation to what he had said. But when the girl looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, he wasn't sure whether or not if she was joking or not.
"Scones are delicious but what do they have to do with sports?"
"Yer heid's full o' mince. Mukker, ah said "dinna fash" nae danish,"¹ Cirrus said shaking his head in disbelief that he actual bought her false translation. What was crazier was when the other boy looked at the girl with desperation in his eyes.
"What did he say?" The British boy pleaded with the short-haired girl.
"She cannae ken a lick o' whit a'm saying, she cannae changin thi words fur ye, 'n' a'm speaking plain sassenach!"² Was this really happening? It felt that Cirrus was in the twilight zone, and it wasn't like having a Scottish accent in Scotland was a strange occurrence! You know what? Cirrus decided to see where this was all gonna go, what hilarious mistranslations would these two conjure up? How long would it take for it to get so ridiculous, that it would become comedic? Obvious not very long. Honestly, he could've said anything and it wouldn't matter. Cirrus sat down on the stone slab of the courtyard fountain, he gripped the sides of the ledge with his hands as he bent forward ever so slightly. A nice gust of autumn air filtered through the elderly courtyard, Cirrus smiled. It was time to see if they could even tell the difference between random talk and regular speech.
"Ah hae a poofy culur horse at hame, mah parents cried her peppa bit ah wanted it tae be pepper. Bit jack haes a white besom wha does room bracing, whilk in ferr a marvelous thing. Ah didnae ken coos flew brooms, bit ah jalouse a'm juist a muggle, richt mukker?"³ Now it was just time to sit back and relax and watch the show unfold. But if he was honest he was pretty much done with situation and ready to throw in the towel. Cirrus was already extremely introverted and now it was just embarrassing although he tried to see it positively as a joke.

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Date: Oct/19/2024 | Outfit: ✕ | CC: #053926
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───── The young witch was proud of herself, she truly was. She’d heard these kind of strong Scottish accents before when she played bingo with the older neighbors. An older Scottish couple who were sore losers and would go on long winded rants when they lost. It was pure gibberish to the other Welsh people around them, but Gekko had fun trying to decipher them. No one had the heart to tell the poor girl how wrong her translations were, instead bloating her ego by saying how good she was at understanding different accents.

It didn't help when the other boy seemed to believe in her translating skills too, further boosting her ego. "He said he likes mince meat, but that's such a turn from scones. Maybe he's just really hungry, dinner is only a couple hours away." She shrugged, turning back to look at the other boy in thought. She didn't rally understand his next sentence, honestly it all sounded like blurred gibberish, but Gekko wasn't about to give up on him yet. Her ears prickled as she listened closely to his next sentence, her head tilting slightly to the side.

The wind ruffled her hair slightly but Gekko was too focused to care, idly pushing it out of her face as she watched his lips move. She was taking it seriously, despite there being no reason to at all. "Mmm...this one is tough," She murmured softly, tilting her head the other way as if that would make it easier to understand. "Maybe...Puffy horse named peppa pepper? Someone named Jack who likes to broom race and milk? Jealous over being a muggle?" The girl was trying her best, she really was, but this all sounded like rubbish. She gave the other book a look, her face blank before she just gave a nonchalant shrug. "Sorry, beats me."

Gekko turned back to the Scot with a curious gaze in her eyes as she took a step closer, sticking her hand out. She had a barely there smile on her face, offering a truce for her translating job. "I'm not sure what's all this nonsense about mince meat and horses and muggles is all about, but I'm Gekko Phillips, first year Slytherin. The Goat has arrived."

TIME | 12:13 pm DATE | October 19th, 2024 INTERACTING | @Gekko Phillips

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As he talked non-sense he felt himself become more timid, the girl was closely observing his face. But more specifically his lips, he felt his ears tinge in embarrassment. She brushed some of her obsidian hair from her face but the wind fought her on it, determined to mess-up the perfectly combed bob.
"Maybe...Puffy horse named peppa pepper? Someone named Jack who likes to broom race and milk? Jealous over being a muggle?" She murmured.
Blink, Blink. Cirrus couldn't help but crack a smile which he quickly covered with hand. He felt a bit bad about spewing nonsense as he now realized the girl was just actually trying her best to translate for him. Even watching his lips closely to do so. She had gone out of her way to try to do something nice, and what did Cirrus do?
"Sorry, beats me." The Slytherin girl shrugged nonchalantly.
"Whatever, I got somewhere to go anyways," The boy sighed, before looking at Cirrus. "Sorry mate, make sure to get something to eat.... better luck next time."
He gave Cirrus a hardy pat the shoulder that seemed to be out of pity, before making his dramatic exit. Cirrus furrowed his eyebrows in slight annoyance, why was he being pitied because HE, the boy, couldn't understand what he was saying? Cirrus shook his head, this was going to be a long year if more of these situations happened. The translator turned to look at Cirrus, her eyes were like pools of black ink that sparkled like distant stars. Looking at her eyes was like stargazing. Cirrus quickly buried the thought. Weird. She gave a slight smile as she stuck out her hand, which was half-covered by her sleeves of her emerald green jacket.
"I'm not sure what's all this nonsense about mince meat and horses and muggles is all about, but I'm Gekko Phillips, first year Slytherin. The Goat has arrived."
The Goat? That was an interesting way to introduce ones' self. Cirrus smiled, his eyes scrunching into half-moons and his dimples coming out to greet the world. She was so confident and just seemed to have this sort of atmosphere about her, Cirrus was actually a bit jealous. To be honest Cirrus was very timid, he knew this, everyone knew this. He was more on the quiet side and had only tried to talk to that Hufflepuff boy to try and push himself out of his comfort zone. But this girl, Gekko, did it so effortlessly.
Cirrus stuck his hand as well, taking hers in his giving it a slight shake. Only then did he realize how tiny she was compared to him, but both were very much on the slim side.
"Sorry aboot that, ah wis actually messing wi' ye oan th' lest pairt," ¹ He admitted. "A'm cirrus nam, hufflepuff. Th' shiba? Nice tae mak yer acquaintance Gekko." ²
He held onto her hand a second longer than he should of, guess he was just nervous to meet someone new? He quickly let go when he realized, shoving his hands into the pockets of his yellow coat. He kicked at the ground aimlessly, not making eye contact as he spoke.
"Why'd ye huv a go 'n' changin thi words?"³

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"You have a nice smile."

The words blurted out of her mouth before she could stop herself, but now that she'd said it, she wasn't going to take it back. Really, she honestly didn't care about the other Hufflepuff leaving, it's not like he was a good conversationalist anyhow. He wasn't even trying to understand his housemate, it was poor manners. Had he stayed any longer, Gekko would've really given him a piece of her mind, but he saved his arse by leaving when he did.

"Sorry, I've been told I have no filter."

The young witch's mouth twitched with the ghost of a smile, huffing a little in amusement. Her ears strained to understand Cirrus' words, but she understood it for the most part. Even if it sounded like he was trying to talk around something in his mouth. But that'd be weird, and a lot of effort, wouldn't it? Curiously, she snuck a peek at his mouth, trying to discreetly see if he did have something in his mouth as he spoke. Nothing. Darn. Scottish people were such odd creatures.

Gekko barely noticed when the Hufflepuff boy let go of her hand, her hand still hanging absentmindedly in the air before limply dropping it to her side. "I didn't change what you said." The Slytherin girl tilted her head at the boy curiously before reaching out and throwing her arm over his shoulders, pulling him close to her side. "I'd been listening to you guys for a while and honestly, I saved you. He wasn't even trying, until I came in with my Goated translations. Be honest with me, you're starving, right? Want to get some snacks before dinner?"

TIME | 12:13 pm DATE | October 19th, 2024 INTERACTING | @Gekko Phillips

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"You have a nice smile." Cirrus's hand shot up to cover his mouth out of instinct. He opened his mouth to speak, but air went down the wrong pipe and he choked. What did she just say? His ears began to heat up as he blushed, his ears tinging a tomato-ish color. When he finally got control over his coughing, which had lasted only a few seconds, but for Cirrus it felt like it was longer than needed, he spoke again.
"Sorey, excuse my hoast.... Um.. Ta ah jalouse,"¹ He said rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact once more only for second though, he didn't know why he felt extra timid speaking to this girl... Gekko.
"Sorry, I've been told I have no filter." Gekko apologized, but her mouth twitching seemed to say maybe otherwise.
"Weel at least that means ye mean whit ye say, 'n' that tis nae fake sincerity,"² He said with a slightly humored smile, you could tell as the right corner of his lips tugged up and his left eyebrow cocked slightly higher than normal. "In mah humble opinion, huvin na filter is better than keeping yer geggy shut. Ainlie fur ye lassy oppurtunities 'n' tis easier tae be trusted. It means ye'r nae feart tae say whit yi'll waant, whit ye hawp in 'n' howfur yer feelin', aye?"³
While he was talking he begun to notice how, it felt to him, she was literally staring down his throat. Ummm..... Cirrus felt his ear's turn red again. What was she even look at his mouth for? Did his breath stink He tested his breath real quick, but it was minty fresh as always, he had an obsession with peppermints and the smell of it was always drifting around him. Just in case Cirrus grabbed a peppermint out of his pocket and popped it in his mouth when she wasn't looking.
"I didn't change what you said." Gekko said with a tilt of her head, it reminded him immediately of his neighbor's cat, Curious and cute... cute? WHAT?... No way. HeheHAHAHA.
He shook his head from his thoughts and because of what she said, another mistranslation. That was definitely not what he meant but he didn't have the heart to tell her she was wrong. Cirrus felt fear shoot through his body as he something grabbed his shoulders he immediately put his hands up to his chest as a defensive motion, Gekko pulled him closer to her side. Cirrus felt his heart beating out of his chest, which he convinced himself was out of shock, he looked up at her, his puppy monolid eyes shining a honey color and sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. He had non-purposely done this and it was just out of instinct, he eyes and personality had often given him the nickname golden-boy and puppy.
"I'd been listening to you guys for a while and honestly, I saved you. He wasn't even trying, until I came in with my Goated translations. Be honest with me, you're starving, right? Want to get some snacks before dinner?"
Cirrus eyebrows dropped immediately, he seemed almost disappointed and defeated. Gekko had just openly admitted she had practically eavesdropping also she was still on about him wanting scones, mince meat, and whatever else there was on the menu of misinterpretation. But even with that he was still grateful deep down for her stepping in.... had he just made a new friend? He smiled slightly as realization dawned on him, before smiling bigger throwing his arm around her shoulders and ruffling her hair.
"A'm starving! ye dinnae hae tae ask me twa times!"⁴ He laughed, which was inaudible except for a small hiccup like noise. "Race ya!"
He said before taking off, giving her no time to process as he ran away. Little did Gekko know that she had just made a friend that would follow her everywhere, one who's loyalty knew no bounds. As for Cirrus, this was only the beginning of his understanding of the great and powerful GOAT.

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