8 Feb 2020, 23:00
Mishap with the Floo
As always, it was supposed to be heist. Well, not exactly, but Jade really liked that word. A heist is just a fancy word for a robbery and Jade did not plan on stealing anything unless one counted her sister's chance to make fun of her.
Everytime they went to Diagon Alley, which was every two weeks, Jade managed to find a way to sneak away from her family and go to the bookstore. She had to sneak off because her arrogant little sister, Sylvia Josephine, called her a bookworm. Jade tried to think of it as a good thing but her sister made it seem like it was a weak thing to fall to books for comfort, for a sense of warmth. Books were a tunnel to the imagination, where one could escape from reality and never look back. That's what she was told. But it was different for Jade.
As she stepped into the bookstore—one farther down than Flourish & Blotts that housed non-academic tomes—a rush of adrenaline ran through her body. The beginnings of the usual smile immerged on her lips; the shop was empty except for the shop keeper and a customer browsing the dark fantasy section. Jade raised her eyebrows in approval. It was her favorite genre, fantasy, but she wasn't going to go there now. She wanted to speak with shop keeper on a book she had put on hold.
As Jade approached the elderly woman, named Mrs. Poppenheimer, the lady looked her up and down as per usual, wondering what the girl was up to today. In these parts Jade was equally known for her benevolence and her trickery.
“Well, if it isn't Miss Evening. I was beginning to wonder when you'd be coming around these parts again.”
Jade shivered in excitement. She remembered when she'd first came to the shop—which was a long time ago with a cousin—and the shop keeper had made a little poem based off her name.
Miss Evening, Miss Evening,
As your hair begins teeming,
With the prickles of stars,
And a moon never leaving.
They never finished it but it had always brought a smile to her face when she entered the shop. It made her feel like the poem never finished because her story, her life story, wasn't finished. It made her feel like she was the one to finish it, and only her.
“Afternoon Mrs. Poppen'!” Jade said it giddily even though she knew that the woman hated that nickname.
The shop keeper sighed loudly and went back to her logbook, as if to shut down any further attempts of communication. But Jade wanted her book.
Jade began to amble towards the corner of the desk, meaning to stand near the woman. She peered down at what she was doing and then looked around. “Say, has my book ever come in yet—”
“It's by the door where the rest of 'em are.”
Jade was shut down quickly but she took the hint before she was banned from the bookstore for a month again. The woman knew that Jade had a problem with her fingers and not being able to control them.
Jade grabbed her book and made her way to the fantasy section. Before she slipped into the small aisles she looked back at the front of the store, watching to see if any, specifically her sister, had followed her. When the coast was clear she went further down.
Jade knew that she had been one and a half hours to read before her grandmother would come looking for her so she picked two books that sounded most interesting to her. One was about a group of dementor warlords fighting elves—the tall, majestic ones—and the other about how the first trolls came from a massive underground city, one of dirt and great intelligence.
She was settling into an armchair and dived in, closing her mind to any sounds, including the ringing of shop bells. Jade was engrossed her book and almost didn't notice her sister, who was suddenly standing in front of her.
“What's this?” she asked, snatching the book. Jade reached for it but Sylvia held it out of reach. She scoffed at the cover. “Another essay on—is that a dementor king?” She burst into laughter, which made Jade angry but she just sat there in frustration as her sister continued to make fun of her.
Everytime they went to Diagon Alley, which was every two weeks, Jade managed to find a way to sneak away from her family and go to the bookstore. She had to sneak off because her arrogant little sister, Sylvia Josephine, called her a bookworm. Jade tried to think of it as a good thing but her sister made it seem like it was a weak thing to fall to books for comfort, for a sense of warmth. Books were a tunnel to the imagination, where one could escape from reality and never look back. That's what she was told. But it was different for Jade.
As she stepped into the bookstore—one farther down than Flourish & Blotts that housed non-academic tomes—a rush of adrenaline ran through her body. The beginnings of the usual smile immerged on her lips; the shop was empty except for the shop keeper and a customer browsing the dark fantasy section. Jade raised her eyebrows in approval. It was her favorite genre, fantasy, but she wasn't going to go there now. She wanted to speak with shop keeper on a book she had put on hold.
As Jade approached the elderly woman, named Mrs. Poppenheimer, the lady looked her up and down as per usual, wondering what the girl was up to today. In these parts Jade was equally known for her benevolence and her trickery.
“Well, if it isn't Miss Evening. I was beginning to wonder when you'd be coming around these parts again.”
Jade shivered in excitement. She remembered when she'd first came to the shop—which was a long time ago with a cousin—and the shop keeper had made a little poem based off her name.
Miss Evening, Miss Evening,
As your hair begins teeming,
With the prickles of stars,
And a moon never leaving.
They never finished it but it had always brought a smile to her face when she entered the shop. It made her feel like the poem never finished because her story, her life story, wasn't finished. It made her feel like she was the one to finish it, and only her.
“Afternoon Mrs. Poppen'!” Jade said it giddily even though she knew that the woman hated that nickname.
The shop keeper sighed loudly and went back to her logbook, as if to shut down any further attempts of communication. But Jade wanted her book.
Jade began to amble towards the corner of the desk, meaning to stand near the woman. She peered down at what she was doing and then looked around. “Say, has my book ever come in yet—”
“It's by the door where the rest of 'em are.”
Jade was shut down quickly but she took the hint before she was banned from the bookstore for a month again. The woman knew that Jade had a problem with her fingers and not being able to control them.
Jade grabbed her book and made her way to the fantasy section. Before she slipped into the small aisles she looked back at the front of the store, watching to see if any, specifically her sister, had followed her. When the coast was clear she went further down.
Jade knew that she had been one and a half hours to read before her grandmother would come looking for her so she picked two books that sounded most interesting to her. One was about a group of dementor warlords fighting elves—the tall, majestic ones—and the other about how the first trolls came from a massive underground city, one of dirt and great intelligence.
She was settling into an armchair and dived in, closing her mind to any sounds, including the ringing of shop bells. Jade was engrossed her book and almost didn't notice her sister, who was suddenly standing in front of her.
“What's this?” she asked, snatching the book. Jade reached for it but Sylvia held it out of reach. She scoffed at the cover. “Another essay on—is that a dementor king?” She burst into laughter, which made Jade angry but she just sat there in frustration as her sister continued to make fun of her.
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8 Feb 2020, 23:47
Mishap with the Floo
The Hufflepuff boy had left Hogwarts for the first time in several months, and it felt relieving. It was almost freeing in a way. Ross adored Hogwarts with all of his soul. He felt he would never find a home like it, and he had only just started adjusting. Even so, the boy still longed to go home. He was not exactly homesick, yet he still craved the smell of the small bakery on the side of the street that he would run to after school. He longed to lay down in a comfortable bed that was not in a cramped room without a window.
Even so, part of him knew that was not the reason he came there. He missed before Hogwarts. He missed how it felt to have a warm hug from his parents. He had not even bothered to write a letter to them. They likely assumed he was still at Hogwarts. He knew riding the train to 9 3/4 that there was no way to go back until it came again. He had gotten off the train at the most recognizable stop, which was the place near the alley where he had bought his stuff. Ross did not expect himself to have the guts to do it, but soon he walked there and made his way through in an unnecessarily long journey including several lifts and nearly freezing to death. He eventually made it there, and he went to the only place he always felt comfortable in.
A book store.
So now he was here in a bookstore. Well, he had been for quite some time. Nobody had questioned him when he entered, which was more than a relief. His first thought was how large the selection was. Sure it was not as tall as the Hogwarts library was, but it was certainly more than large. Each section was lengthy, and probably contained more than the already outrageous amount it seemed. The brunette first year had decided to venture into the mystery section, and after being there for over an hour he still was picking up books. Each one was more interesting than the last.
The place practically smelled like a library. It was a library. Or more of a bookstore he supposed. Still, it was interesting. It was homie. Of course, it certainly could not beat the Hufflepuff common room. The leather covers against his skin reminded him of home once more, and it brought comfort to the Hufflepuff's soul.
Just as the boy grabbed one more book, he heard a voice that he swear could be described as bratty. He could not quite make out what she said, but she burst into laughter soon after. Ross glanced back at his collection of mystery books that he placed on the floor, and gently placed the book he held on top of it.
He then proceeded to creep towards the laughter out of pure curiosity. This was a bookstore, or a library. It was rude! Soon, as he heard it getting closer and closer, he noticed it was at the front of the bookstore. He could not exactly hide, but he tried his best to somewhat blend in with the bookshelf poorly as he watched the whole situation go down.
Even so, part of him knew that was not the reason he came there. He missed before Hogwarts. He missed how it felt to have a warm hug from his parents. He had not even bothered to write a letter to them. They likely assumed he was still at Hogwarts. He knew riding the train to 9 3/4 that there was no way to go back until it came again. He had gotten off the train at the most recognizable stop, which was the place near the alley where he had bought his stuff. Ross did not expect himself to have the guts to do it, but soon he walked there and made his way through in an unnecessarily long journey including several lifts and nearly freezing to death. He eventually made it there, and he went to the only place he always felt comfortable in.
A book store.
So now he was here in a bookstore. Well, he had been for quite some time. Nobody had questioned him when he entered, which was more than a relief. His first thought was how large the selection was. Sure it was not as tall as the Hogwarts library was, but it was certainly more than large. Each section was lengthy, and probably contained more than the already outrageous amount it seemed. The brunette first year had decided to venture into the mystery section, and after being there for over an hour he still was picking up books. Each one was more interesting than the last.
The place practically smelled like a library. It was a library. Or more of a bookstore he supposed. Still, it was interesting. It was homie. Of course, it certainly could not beat the Hufflepuff common room. The leather covers against his skin reminded him of home once more, and it brought comfort to the Hufflepuff's soul.
Just as the boy grabbed one more book, he heard a voice that he swear could be described as bratty. He could not quite make out what she said, but she burst into laughter soon after. Ross glanced back at his collection of mystery books that he placed on the floor, and gently placed the book he held on top of it.
He then proceeded to creep towards the laughter out of pure curiosity. This was a bookstore, or a library. It was rude! Soon, as he heard it getting closer and closer, he noticed it was at the front of the bookstore. He could not exactly hide, but he tried his best to somewhat blend in with the bookshelf poorly as he watched the whole situation go down.
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10 Feb 2020, 15:50
Mishap with the Floo
This had been going towards the back of the store, where Jade usually claimed as her 'safe point', safe point as in 'safe from terrible creatures such as her sister'. But today her mission had failed and she was discovered. Jade thought her sister would at least give her a break because after all, Jade had given her some of her allowance. But as always Sylvia Josephine cared nothing for anything except a good laugh—even if it were at the demise of someone else.
Jade had tried to stand up and move away, feeling like the space was suddenly too crowded, but her younger sister followed her. Ultimately she was trying to block Jade from escaping because she knew at least one of two very important things, that her older sister would never lay a finger on her.
“Is this where you go when you disappear? To a dust collecting factory? To read fantasy books? Well, now we have no doubt about your future social life.” Jade rolled her eyes but kept her face neutral, staring off into the distance. She was right in the nook of am aisle, where the only way to bypass her sister was to make a bypass—by pushing her away.
But old words echoed in her brain, ones she would always remember above everything else: always protect your sister; never let harm come her way because she is ever so fragile, even when you wouldn't believe it. Who said it, she wasn't sure. Jade could've possibly read it in a book somewhere or potentially have heard it from her parents, but no matter the source Jade played the part. She always protected her sister but never hurt her, and maybe that wasn't the best thing, but Jade could never force herself to do anything.
Even though she was absolutely looking down at her sister, who was a few inches shorter, the little girl still was so intimidating! It was the way she gazed at you with vicious eyes, like if she had to she'd unleash unbelievable terror unto, whether with her tongue or her claws. Jade would rather avoid both of those but she always found herself the victim to at least one.
She sucked on her bottom lip, avoiding the eyes of her sister. “Maybe we should meet up with grandmother—”
“There's no getting out of this one, Jelly.” That was her dumb nickname for Jade, Jilly. It's because her family always joked about her past 'addiction' to Jell-O, especially cherry, and how she'd rarely eat anything else. It was Sylvia who coined the name, and even though the nickname died for everyone else, she still uses it like a sharp sword, like Jade was evil for liking the treat.
As her sister continued to slander her obstinately, Jade's looked up and she caught sight of a pair of eyes gazing back at them—at her. The person was not the other customer but someone who had possibly recently entered the bookstore, and she couldn't blame him for being curious about the commotion. But it was still humiliating, which caused her to get angry instead of cowardly.
She was about to tell him off for staring when she felt a sharp sting on her cheek. It took her a moment to realize that she had been slapped—hard. Jade's ears rung and everything else went black and silent for a split second before she stumbled back, reaching out for the the shelves behind her. Once she caught her balance, she looked back at her sister with tears in her eyes. But as usual instead of mercy she found mirth.
“How's it like to be back in reality?” she asked, cocking her head to the side with a sinister grin.
Jade had tried to stand up and move away, feeling like the space was suddenly too crowded, but her younger sister followed her. Ultimately she was trying to block Jade from escaping because she knew at least one of two very important things, that her older sister would never lay a finger on her.
“Is this where you go when you disappear? To a dust collecting factory? To read fantasy books? Well, now we have no doubt about your future social life.” Jade rolled her eyes but kept her face neutral, staring off into the distance. She was right in the nook of am aisle, where the only way to bypass her sister was to make a bypass—by pushing her away.
But old words echoed in her brain, ones she would always remember above everything else: always protect your sister; never let harm come her way because she is ever so fragile, even when you wouldn't believe it. Who said it, she wasn't sure. Jade could've possibly read it in a book somewhere or potentially have heard it from her parents, but no matter the source Jade played the part. She always protected her sister but never hurt her, and maybe that wasn't the best thing, but Jade could never force herself to do anything.
Even though she was absolutely looking down at her sister, who was a few inches shorter, the little girl still was so intimidating! It was the way she gazed at you with vicious eyes, like if she had to she'd unleash unbelievable terror unto, whether with her tongue or her claws. Jade would rather avoid both of those but she always found herself the victim to at least one.
She sucked on her bottom lip, avoiding the eyes of her sister. “Maybe we should meet up with grandmother—”
“There's no getting out of this one, Jelly.” That was her dumb nickname for Jade, Jilly. It's because her family always joked about her past 'addiction' to Jell-O, especially cherry, and how she'd rarely eat anything else. It was Sylvia who coined the name, and even though the nickname died for everyone else, she still uses it like a sharp sword, like Jade was evil for liking the treat.
As her sister continued to slander her obstinately, Jade's looked up and she caught sight of a pair of eyes gazing back at them—at her. The person was not the other customer but someone who had possibly recently entered the bookstore, and she couldn't blame him for being curious about the commotion. But it was still humiliating, which caused her to get angry instead of cowardly.
She was about to tell him off for staring when she felt a sharp sting on her cheek. It took her a moment to realize that she had been slapped—hard. Jade's ears rung and everything else went black and silent for a split second before she stumbled back, reaching out for the the shelves behind her. Once she caught her balance, she looked back at her sister with tears in her eyes. But as usual instead of mercy she found mirth.
“How's it like to be back in reality?” she asked, cocking her head to the side with a sinister grin.
Reducio
Btw, Jade is wearing a blue winter coat with sweatpants and old sneakers while her sister is wearing a fancy and expensive white winter coat with boots. It's like one is spoiled and the other is given hand me downs, but really they have different tastes in fashion.
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10 Feb 2020, 22:55
Mishap with the Floo
The dirty brunette watched in concern. Ross had never had siblings. To be quite frank, he had never witnessed someone with siblings either. He had always spent a lot of time at his bakery. There was never a reason to go out and see how siblings acted; however, he was rather certain they were not supposed to act like this.
There was something about it that rubbed him the wrong way. The 'playful' teasing from the one in the luxurious white coat seemed off. The way that the other one shook it off in such an odd manner. It was far beyond him. Still, part of him hoped it would be alright. He hoped this was just how normal sisters would act on an everyday basis.
Once the one in seemingly much poorer eye clothes made eye contact with Ross, he felt himself shrivel backwards into the bookshelves. Her eyes practically pierced through his soul. He could only assume she was angry, but perhaps it was something else he could not put his finger on. Still, he kept himself backed up into the shelves.
He wrapped his arms around himself. The Hufflepuff was still wearing their jacket. It was cyan, with a sheep in the corner. It was warm. It was comforting. It was home. It calmed him down. He wore jeans as well, as it was the first time in ages since he could. Hogwarts had a rather strict dress code, after all. He was going to look away, but his chocolate brown eyes stayed locked on the girl.
Still, everything the seemingly richer one stated made him practically infuriated. Books were a good use of time, and the girl seemed nothing to do with it. It was rather ignorant, but he supposed he could not judge. Perhaps she was a video game person instead.
Ross blinked twice, and realized his glasses were filthy. He took them off, and rubbed them with the bottom part of his jacket. As he put them back on and adjusted them, he looked up. The richer one seemed to have completely changed positions. He looked down for a moment as he began fumbling with his fingers, but soon, he heard a large SMACK. He quickly looked back up and Ross felt chills as he heard the only full statement he had been able to hear the full time.
“How's it like to be back in reality?”
The one being cornered had tears in her eyes, which was a much different attitude than the one he had seen before.
Siblings didn't do this
Ross felt blood boil within his veins. While not one to confront, something about this was different. Perhaps it was the fact he was in the wizarding world, or perhaps it was because she was picking on her for something so harmless as a book. He did not even quite realize what he was doing, as he found himself running directly towards the white, fancy jacket.
"Oi, knock it off! It's just a book! Leave 'er alone, would ya? Who do ya even think you are?" He exclaimed, fury within his voice.
As several people began to look at him for being so loud, he somewhat shriveled up. Still ,he did not step back. He stood his ground.
There was something about it that rubbed him the wrong way. The 'playful' teasing from the one in the luxurious white coat seemed off. The way that the other one shook it off in such an odd manner. It was far beyond him. Still, part of him hoped it would be alright. He hoped this was just how normal sisters would act on an everyday basis.
Once the one in seemingly much poorer eye clothes made eye contact with Ross, he felt himself shrivel backwards into the bookshelves. Her eyes practically pierced through his soul. He could only assume she was angry, but perhaps it was something else he could not put his finger on. Still, he kept himself backed up into the shelves.
He wrapped his arms around himself. The Hufflepuff was still wearing their jacket. It was cyan, with a sheep in the corner. It was warm. It was comforting. It was home. It calmed him down. He wore jeans as well, as it was the first time in ages since he could. Hogwarts had a rather strict dress code, after all. He was going to look away, but his chocolate brown eyes stayed locked on the girl.
Still, everything the seemingly richer one stated made him practically infuriated. Books were a good use of time, and the girl seemed nothing to do with it. It was rather ignorant, but he supposed he could not judge. Perhaps she was a video game person instead.
Ross blinked twice, and realized his glasses were filthy. He took them off, and rubbed them with the bottom part of his jacket. As he put them back on and adjusted them, he looked up. The richer one seemed to have completely changed positions. He looked down for a moment as he began fumbling with his fingers, but soon, he heard a large SMACK. He quickly looked back up and Ross felt chills as he heard the only full statement he had been able to hear the full time.
“How's it like to be back in reality?”
The one being cornered had tears in her eyes, which was a much different attitude than the one he had seen before.
Siblings didn't do this
Ross felt blood boil within his veins. While not one to confront, something about this was different. Perhaps it was the fact he was in the wizarding world, or perhaps it was because she was picking on her for something so harmless as a book. He did not even quite realize what he was doing, as he found himself running directly towards the white, fancy jacket.
"Oi, knock it off! It's just a book! Leave 'er alone, would ya? Who do ya even think you are?" He exclaimed, fury within his voice.
As several people began to look at him for being so loud, he somewhat shriveled up. Still ,he did not step back. He stood his ground.
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11 Feb 2020, 02:10
Mishap with the Floo
While her sister was distracted by this new person, Jade quickly wiped her tears away. It hurt because of her cheek, which still stung from the smack. Although the bickering and the slap hadn't drawn much attention, this boy's shouting definitely was. She wanted to roll her eyes but she felt a pang of gratitude for his help, even if it might turn out feeble, given Sylvia's normal attitude. She expected for her sister to storm over to the boy and get into his face about minding his own business, just like Jade would've done.
Jade stood there in the corner for a moment as she waited for the yelling match to start, seeing that the boy appeared livid as well. There'd definitely be another slap going around but she had expected it by now, which why she looked up.
To her utter amazement Sylvia Josephine was gawking at the boy—like he was some celebrity. Jade had to do a double take, one at both of them. This reaction was never seen on her sister, especially after acting out like she just had done. And she needed to make sure that boy actually wasn't anyone famous because she didn't want her cowardice to be broadcasted all over the Daily Prophet.
But he didn't seem to be anyone extraordinary, just a normal boy. So why was...Oh. It all came to Jade, suddenly: her little sister, Sylvia Josephine, had a crush on this boy.
The beginning of a cautious but obvious smile began to crawl up her face. Jade watched as her sister, rigid and red, fumbled for words to this boy. To Jade he looked normal, but then again she never felt anything romantic towards anyone, much less someone as mediocre as him. Well, she had to admit that he was good looking, but Jade definitely wasn't going to start drooling, like her sister might do any day now. It made Jade want to laugh at her sister's state but she felt the need to save her from a repercussion.
Jade stepped in, gathering as much confidence as she could. When her sister noticed her, she quickly composed herself, going back to her usually stern self but she couldn't take her eyes off of this boy. One could tell that Sylvia had a lot to say but she was holding it back for God knows whatever the reason.
Jade stepped in front of Sylvia, taking the defensive side despite the fact that she had just been slapped by this person she was defending. In public, too, to make it worse.
“Hey,” she said, with a hint of aggression. “Don't mind her, she was just...being Sylvia.” Jade heard her sister suck her teeth but ignored her. “And I'm—”
“Jade? Sylvia Josephine? Where are you two?”
From the front of the shop came a towering yet elderly woman who walked with prestige. She wore an elegant and expensive dress but nothing too flashy; everything just marked her as dignified. She was over six feet and looked down at everyone with a mix of prudence and warmth; like Jade she accepted others but never exactly trusted them.
When she caught sight of the small group she stopped short, looking between them all, then focusing on Sylvia and the boy, really because her sister couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was that noticable.
Her eyes narrowed. “Ladies—”
“He just helped me, Grandmother,” blurted Jade, casting a quick glance at the boy. Why was she defending him? Yes, her grandmother would've assumed that the commotion was caused by her sister but she knew that her grandmother was very protective and would've said something nasty to him, something to make him feel worthless just because her sister was casting lovey-dovey eyes at him. Jade wanted to help him because he helped her.
And it worked. “Oh, really, now?” Her grandmother lit up with excitement, completely overjoyed. It was as if an entirely new person came about; she went from stern and arsenic to light-hearted and kind in less than a minute. The girl's Grandmother came closer and gazed down at the boy, who Jade wouldn't put against him if he cowered even a little.
“Thank you for protecting my granddaughter, young man, you have my utmost gratitude.” She smiled at him. “You know, I think you shall be deemed her protector for your chivalrous deeds.”
Jade rolled her eyes but she didn't interrupt, wanting to know how this was going to go. Even Sylvia was curious, and usually she would've stepped in and made the person feel good in a fake away. But Jade knew why she hadn't.
“And what is your name?” asked their grandmother.
Jade stood there in the corner for a moment as she waited for the yelling match to start, seeing that the boy appeared livid as well. There'd definitely be another slap going around but she had expected it by now, which why she looked up.
To her utter amazement Sylvia Josephine was gawking at the boy—like he was some celebrity. Jade had to do a double take, one at both of them. This reaction was never seen on her sister, especially after acting out like she just had done. And she needed to make sure that boy actually wasn't anyone famous because she didn't want her cowardice to be broadcasted all over the Daily Prophet.
But he didn't seem to be anyone extraordinary, just a normal boy. So why was...Oh. It all came to Jade, suddenly: her little sister, Sylvia Josephine, had a crush on this boy.
The beginning of a cautious but obvious smile began to crawl up her face. Jade watched as her sister, rigid and red, fumbled for words to this boy. To Jade he looked normal, but then again she never felt anything romantic towards anyone, much less someone as mediocre as him. Well, she had to admit that he was good looking, but Jade definitely wasn't going to start drooling, like her sister might do any day now. It made Jade want to laugh at her sister's state but she felt the need to save her from a repercussion.
Jade stepped in, gathering as much confidence as she could. When her sister noticed her, she quickly composed herself, going back to her usually stern self but she couldn't take her eyes off of this boy. One could tell that Sylvia had a lot to say but she was holding it back for God knows whatever the reason.
Jade stepped in front of Sylvia, taking the defensive side despite the fact that she had just been slapped by this person she was defending. In public, too, to make it worse.
“Hey,” she said, with a hint of aggression. “Don't mind her, she was just...being Sylvia.” Jade heard her sister suck her teeth but ignored her. “And I'm—”
“Jade? Sylvia Josephine? Where are you two?”
From the front of the shop came a towering yet elderly woman who walked with prestige. She wore an elegant and expensive dress but nothing too flashy; everything just marked her as dignified. She was over six feet and looked down at everyone with a mix of prudence and warmth; like Jade she accepted others but never exactly trusted them.
When she caught sight of the small group she stopped short, looking between them all, then focusing on Sylvia and the boy, really because her sister couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was that noticable.
Her eyes narrowed. “Ladies—”
“He just helped me, Grandmother,” blurted Jade, casting a quick glance at the boy. Why was she defending him? Yes, her grandmother would've assumed that the commotion was caused by her sister but she knew that her grandmother was very protective and would've said something nasty to him, something to make him feel worthless just because her sister was casting lovey-dovey eyes at him. Jade wanted to help him because he helped her.
And it worked. “Oh, really, now?” Her grandmother lit up with excitement, completely overjoyed. It was as if an entirely new person came about; she went from stern and arsenic to light-hearted and kind in less than a minute. The girl's Grandmother came closer and gazed down at the boy, who Jade wouldn't put against him if he cowered even a little.
“Thank you for protecting my granddaughter, young man, you have my utmost gratitude.” She smiled at him. “You know, I think you shall be deemed her protector for your chivalrous deeds.”
Jade rolled her eyes but she didn't interrupt, wanting to know how this was going to go. Even Sylvia was curious, and usually she would've stepped in and made the person feel good in a fake away. But Jade knew why she hadn't.
“And what is your name?” asked their grandmother.
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11 Feb 2020, 06:03
Mishap with the Floo
Ross did not take much note of the silence or the rich one's lack of aggression. The adrenaline was still running through his loyal veins. Still, as he slowly began to calm down he noticed he was taking heavier breaths. Was doing this a good idea? Did he just mess up? Was this really something normal siblings did? Was he the weird one? Anxious thoughts continued to flood his brain as he got lost within his own mind.
Still, he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by a girl who looked quite similar. A girl who he vaguely recognized. Perhaps he shared a class with her? He could not quite recall. She looked like she was in his year, but at the same time one could never be so certain.
As she was just about to introduce herself, she was quickly cut off by a voice. Ross would be wrong to say he was not slightly annoyed. He wished to know her name, after all. Still, he realized the old sounding voice likely just answered his question.
He gulped as he witnessed the tall figure enter through the door. She seemed stern, but that was all he could truly acknowledge in the few seconds he had to comprehend who she was. The Hufflepuff prepared to clench his eyes tight as she acknowledged his presence. Perhaps if he could not see her, she would not be able to see him.
To his surprise though, the young girl who he presumed was Jade quickly intervened. His shoulders tensed however, knowing he would soon be some sort of conversation topic.
To his surprise, she seemed much lighter. Less intimidating was the best way to explain it. His shoulders kept as tense as they eere and he crumbled into himself very slightly. Even more to his surprise, she thanked him."
"err.. Wasn't no problem! I s'pose I just saw somethin' and I wanted to make sure was okiedokie."
he rambled anxiously. Still, one word stuck to him.
Protector
He liked that word
Yes he liked it very much.
He became much less shriveled, and couldn't help but have a slight smile.
He felt that would be the end of it, and was preparing excuses in his mind to head out until she inquired of his name.
Was it not a rule to not give your name out to strangers?
Well, he guessed he broke several rules today anyways. While his clothes were clean and fine, his hair was an absolute mess from walking in the freezing cold for what felt like ages.
Giving out your name to a stranger could not be that criminal.
"The names Ross. Ross Stephens." he introduced in an attempt to sound more confident than he had prior
Still, he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by a girl who looked quite similar. A girl who he vaguely recognized. Perhaps he shared a class with her? He could not quite recall. She looked like she was in his year, but at the same time one could never be so certain.
the girl explained, but Ross still found himself feeling uneasy. He began to awkwardly fiddle with his fingers as some form of coping mechanism. Still, he slightly nodded as assuringly as he could. He did not wish to come off as like he knew better, because Ross knew well that he did not."“Don't mind her, she was just...being Sylvia.”
As she was just about to introduce herself, she was quickly cut off by a voice. Ross would be wrong to say he was not slightly annoyed. He wished to know her name, after all. Still, he realized the old sounding voice likely just answered his question.
He gulped as he witnessed the tall figure enter through the door. She seemed stern, but that was all he could truly acknowledge in the few seconds he had to comprehend who she was. The Hufflepuff prepared to clench his eyes tight as she acknowledged his presence. Perhaps if he could not see her, she would not be able to see him.
To his surprise though, the young girl who he presumed was Jade quickly intervened. His shoulders tensed however, knowing he would soon be some sort of conversation topic.
To his surprise, she seemed much lighter. Less intimidating was the best way to explain it. His shoulders kept as tense as they eere and he crumbled into himself very slightly. Even more to his surprise, she thanked him."
"err.. Wasn't no problem! I s'pose I just saw somethin' and I wanted to make sure was okiedokie."
he rambled anxiously. Still, one word stuck to him.
Protector
He liked that word
Yes he liked it very much.
He became much less shriveled, and couldn't help but have a slight smile.
He felt that would be the end of it, and was preparing excuses in his mind to head out until she inquired of his name.
Was it not a rule to not give your name out to strangers?
Well, he guessed he broke several rules today anyways. While his clothes were clean and fine, his hair was an absolute mess from walking in the freezing cold for what felt like ages.
Giving out your name to a stranger could not be that criminal.
"The names Ross. Ross Stephens." he introduced in an attempt to sound more confident than he had prior
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12 Feb 2020, 01:23
Mishap with the Floo
Ross Stephens, thought Jade. She was sure that she'd heard that name somewhere before. Now that she thought of it, he probably went to her school. It was currently winter break so there was no doubt that she'd at least a few students from her school. She recognized him a little—wait! Jade knew who he was; Ross was a Hufflepuff just like here, except he was as...exuberant, per se. He was often quiet and awkward, in her point of view, and quiet people, of course, didn't attract a lot of attention unless they had two things going for them: attractiveness and/or greatness.
Jade studied him curiously now, wondering what he was doing here, in this store. Maybe he liked books as well but this book shop never had many customers, at least not that she knew of. She had never noticed him outside of Hogwarts but then again she had only been in the school for less than half a year, only since September and it's now December. Still, for some reason she really wanted to know what types of books he was looking for.
Before she could ask, her sister beat her to querying, in a very much more befuddled way. “R-Ross? Ross Stephens?”
Jade was about to give Sylvia a quizzical look when she realized why her sister was so awestruck; Ross was the name of her favorite TV show character. He was this hunky monster-boy who just wanted to live a normal life until his bestest friend found out that he was the son of the Kraken. Then his friend turned enemy and avoids being hunted while taking out the bad guys. Sylvia knew the show was so dumb but she loved the actor, and his character, more than anything.
The older sister was about to step in to save Ross from being gushed about in public when her grandmother cleared her throat, loudly. Everyone caught the tone in her voice that signaled to pay attention. The two sisters immediately faced her, waiting for what she had to say. It was all Jade could do to avoid looking at the other boy, wondering what he thought of their grandmother.
“You may call me by Madam Meredith, deary,” she said, speaking to the boy. Then she turned to Sylvia, the younger, shorter, yet more intimidating and demanding one, who tried to hide how she cowered under their guardian's glare. “Now, I don't expect anymore nonsense from you, Sylvia Josephine. We're heading back to the tavern to meet some old friends of mine and I don't want to hear any complaints about you're disgraceful behavior!”
“But—" started Sylvia.
“And you, Jade! I can't believe that this poor young man had to stick up for you—this is your own sister! The least you could do was tell her to stop.” The elderly woman sighed, looking between her granddaughters with a look of solemnity. “But we know how this story goes...” She sighed heavily.
Madam Meredith then turned to Ross. “Thank you again, it's much appreciated. You wouldn't know the half of it with these two—it's very parasitical, I'd say!” Sylvia looked hurt by those words but almost no one noticed. “Can you do me just one more favor? I know you're just one boy and all but...I know Jade—my eldest, here—likes to read, so I'll give her just a bit more time before she has to go. I saw that you'd only recently came into the shop, and I expect that you didn't expect to leave too soon; do you mind looking out for them a bit longer, perhaps fifteen more minutes?” Before he could answer, she gave him a pat on the shoulder and let out a little titter. “I knew I could count on you, young man—and aren't you a strong one at that.”
At that she hugged her granddaughters and left the bookstore in what seemed like a hurry but her long strides just quickened her speed. Once she was out of the store Jade went back to normal, this time holding her hands behind her back. She raised a brow first at Sylvia, who was eyeing whatever Jade was hiding, and then looked at Ross with a mischievous grin, one with a hint of caution.
“Sorry about all of that—my family is stranger than the word itself. But I'm not; I'm just sneaky.” Jade produced a small bag from behind her, one that contained a good amount of floo, enough for one group round trip. “Lets say we try to beat grandmother to the tavern, yeah?”
Jade studied him curiously now, wondering what he was doing here, in this store. Maybe he liked books as well but this book shop never had many customers, at least not that she knew of. She had never noticed him outside of Hogwarts but then again she had only been in the school for less than half a year, only since September and it's now December. Still, for some reason she really wanted to know what types of books he was looking for.
Before she could ask, her sister beat her to querying, in a very much more befuddled way. “R-Ross? Ross Stephens?”
Jade was about to give Sylvia a quizzical look when she realized why her sister was so awestruck; Ross was the name of her favorite TV show character. He was this hunky monster-boy who just wanted to live a normal life until his bestest friend found out that he was the son of the Kraken. Then his friend turned enemy and avoids being hunted while taking out the bad guys. Sylvia knew the show was so dumb but she loved the actor, and his character, more than anything.
The older sister was about to step in to save Ross from being gushed about in public when her grandmother cleared her throat, loudly. Everyone caught the tone in her voice that signaled to pay attention. The two sisters immediately faced her, waiting for what she had to say. It was all Jade could do to avoid looking at the other boy, wondering what he thought of their grandmother.
“You may call me by Madam Meredith, deary,” she said, speaking to the boy. Then she turned to Sylvia, the younger, shorter, yet more intimidating and demanding one, who tried to hide how she cowered under their guardian's glare. “Now, I don't expect anymore nonsense from you, Sylvia Josephine. We're heading back to the tavern to meet some old friends of mine and I don't want to hear any complaints about you're disgraceful behavior!”
“But—" started Sylvia.
“And you, Jade! I can't believe that this poor young man had to stick up for you—this is your own sister! The least you could do was tell her to stop.” The elderly woman sighed, looking between her granddaughters with a look of solemnity. “But we know how this story goes...” She sighed heavily.
Madam Meredith then turned to Ross. “Thank you again, it's much appreciated. You wouldn't know the half of it with these two—it's very parasitical, I'd say!” Sylvia looked hurt by those words but almost no one noticed. “Can you do me just one more favor? I know you're just one boy and all but...I know Jade—my eldest, here—likes to read, so I'll give her just a bit more time before she has to go. I saw that you'd only recently came into the shop, and I expect that you didn't expect to leave too soon; do you mind looking out for them a bit longer, perhaps fifteen more minutes?” Before he could answer, she gave him a pat on the shoulder and let out a little titter. “I knew I could count on you, young man—and aren't you a strong one at that.”
At that she hugged her granddaughters and left the bookstore in what seemed like a hurry but her long strides just quickened her speed. Once she was out of the store Jade went back to normal, this time holding her hands behind her back. She raised a brow first at Sylvia, who was eyeing whatever Jade was hiding, and then looked at Ross with a mischievous grin, one with a hint of caution.
“Sorry about all of that—my family is stranger than the word itself. But I'm not; I'm just sneaky.” Jade produced a small bag from behind her, one that contained a good amount of floo, enough for one group round trip. “Lets say we try to beat grandmother to the tavern, yeah?”
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12 Feb 2020, 05:07
Mishap with the Floo
Ross was slightly startled by Sylvia's sudden awe. He finally managed to acknowledge her existence properly. The Hufflepuff looked at the girl's facial expression, and immediately felt uncomfortable. He was not quite sure how to respond, and for once felt a sudden relief come over him as he heard the grandmother clear her throat.
He noticed the other girls go to some sort of attention, like one would in a marching band or perhaps even in the army. Ross was not quite sure if he was supposed to mimic it, and managed to do some sort of pathetic confusing attempt of a less efficient way of facing towards her.
He could not help but feel somewhat uncomfortable as the grandmother scolded Sylvia. It was something he had never quite considered normal on public, but perhaps Sylvia was just another child throwing a tantrum. Even so, it felt good. It felt like justice was being served.
As she began to lecture Jade, he was going to interrupt. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it realizing how it likely would not end well. It was not like he had much room to speak anyways. The lady spoke so fast it seemed she was likely used to having to deal with objections. To make sure there could not be objections was some sort of way of handling it.
Still, hearing the fact he protected her made him light up a little. It felt nice. He did good. He had never been referred to as a protector before. He began to get lost in his own thoughts, but was soon snapped out as the lady addressed him.
He was going to object or say something, but she simply proceeded. He felt he had somewhere to go, but he truly did not. He did not have a home until that next train came by. Then again, plenty have gone by. Perhaps he had an excuse. There was something he needed to do.
Still, he beamed when he heard strong. He never got many masculine comments. As she walked out, he was left with so many questions and statements yet none came out. Anxiety filled him as he realized it would be quite some time probably with Sylvia.
When Jade interrupted his thoughts, he felt relief fill up inside of him. She seemed much more calm, but he still slightly feared her in a way.
She made her inquiry and he thought for a long moment.
It certainly could be worth a try.
"Don't worry 'bout it! Mum always said being odd was special." he remarked. "but how'd we do it? We'd 'ave to run into her."
He noticed the other girls go to some sort of attention, like one would in a marching band or perhaps even in the army. Ross was not quite sure if he was supposed to mimic it, and managed to do some sort of pathetic confusing attempt of a less efficient way of facing towards her.
He could not help but feel somewhat uncomfortable as the grandmother scolded Sylvia. It was something he had never quite considered normal on public, but perhaps Sylvia was just another child throwing a tantrum. Even so, it felt good. It felt like justice was being served.
As she began to lecture Jade, he was going to interrupt. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it realizing how it likely would not end well. It was not like he had much room to speak anyways. The lady spoke so fast it seemed she was likely used to having to deal with objections. To make sure there could not be objections was some sort of way of handling it.
Still, hearing the fact he protected her made him light up a little. It felt nice. He did good. He had never been referred to as a protector before. He began to get lost in his own thoughts, but was soon snapped out as the lady addressed him.
He was going to object or say something, but she simply proceeded. He felt he had somewhere to go, but he truly did not. He did not have a home until that next train came by. Then again, plenty have gone by. Perhaps he had an excuse. There was something he needed to do.
Still, he beamed when he heard strong. He never got many masculine comments. As she walked out, he was left with so many questions and statements yet none came out. Anxiety filled him as he realized it would be quite some time probably with Sylvia.
When Jade interrupted his thoughts, he felt relief fill up inside of him. She seemed much more calm, but he still slightly feared her in a way.
She made her inquiry and he thought for a long moment.
It certainly could be worth a try.
"Don't worry 'bout it! Mum always said being odd was special." he remarked. "but how'd we do it? We'd 'ave to run into her."
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12 Feb 2020, 14:52
Mishap with the Floo
A strange look passed over her face before she realized that perhaps he didn't know what floo was. Jade thought that anyone attending Hogwarts would know by now but it wasn't if they traveled out of the school often anyways. But instead of disappointing her this news riled her up even more; finally, someone clueless enough for her to trick!
“We'll be using this, silly,” replied Jade, dangling the bag of greenish powder in his face. The thing seemed harmless, like it could have been some sugary powder used for candies, but it was indeed used for a mode of transportation, and Ross would soon find out...if he was brave enough.
Sylvia narrowed her eyes at her older sister. “I'm telling grandmother.” She meant to stomp away but Jade had grabbed onto the hood of winter jacket. She was much stronger than the younger, surprising but the point wasn't to prove strength but entice her with some threats.
“If you leave I'm telling what you did in Saturday,” sang Jade in a mocking way. She sounded jovial about it but one could tell how serious she was by the menacing look in her eyes that didn't match her grin. Sylvia's own look could kill by they both knew that Jade was in no mood to back down, especially when they had a very good audience.
Jade turned back to Ross. “This,” she said, shaking the bag, “Is called Floo Powder. Basically you sprinkle a bit in your fireplace—blazing or not, but I prefer not—and you step in. Then all you have to is think of a place you want to go.”
Jade walked away, heading towards the back of the library where one of the two fireplaces laid. It was old and unused but it still served its purpose. She didn't even look back as she walked on. Sylvia hesitated for a second before grabbing Ross's hand and pulling him along, blushing a bright red the entire way.
Jade raised her brows when she saw them but she only scoffed, figuring that the boy wasn't exactly comfortable with the situation. She knew that most older sisters would be protective with things like this, trying to scare off the guy, but she knew that her sister could handle herself well and besides, it wasn't Sylvia who was the victim.
Jade began preparing the transportation, which didn't take much effort. Even though the fireplace was dusty and old, it looked like it could actually use a little more use, and that only encouraged her more. She giddily began to sprinkle the powder around the base. “I'm using just enough because this isn't exactly my floo.”
But that wasn't exactly the real reason. Jade was being careful because Ross didn't know that she wasn't the best at magic, and it surprised her that her sister wasn't complaining. But a glance back saw that Sylvia was busy gawking at Ross as she gripped him tightly. Jade genuinely felt bad for the boy but it was too funny of a situation for her to interrupt.
“Grandmother likes to use the traditional mechanisms to get where she needs to go, her feet, and sometimes she doesn't always go where she needs to go, especially when she passes Madam Malkin's—that's a very old friend of hers. But anyways, the point is that we're going to beat her to the Leaky Cauldron; she'll be surprised but she won't suspect that we used her Floo, unless she catches red-handed.” Jade's lips curved to the side. “But let's not let that happen, shall we?”
“We'll be using this, silly,” replied Jade, dangling the bag of greenish powder in his face. The thing seemed harmless, like it could have been some sugary powder used for candies, but it was indeed used for a mode of transportation, and Ross would soon find out...if he was brave enough.
Sylvia narrowed her eyes at her older sister. “I'm telling grandmother.” She meant to stomp away but Jade had grabbed onto the hood of winter jacket. She was much stronger than the younger, surprising but the point wasn't to prove strength but entice her with some threats.
“If you leave I'm telling what you did in Saturday,” sang Jade in a mocking way. She sounded jovial about it but one could tell how serious she was by the menacing look in her eyes that didn't match her grin. Sylvia's own look could kill by they both knew that Jade was in no mood to back down, especially when they had a very good audience.
Jade turned back to Ross. “This,” she said, shaking the bag, “Is called Floo Powder. Basically you sprinkle a bit in your fireplace—blazing or not, but I prefer not—and you step in. Then all you have to is think of a place you want to go.”
Jade walked away, heading towards the back of the library where one of the two fireplaces laid. It was old and unused but it still served its purpose. She didn't even look back as she walked on. Sylvia hesitated for a second before grabbing Ross's hand and pulling him along, blushing a bright red the entire way.
Jade raised her brows when she saw them but she only scoffed, figuring that the boy wasn't exactly comfortable with the situation. She knew that most older sisters would be protective with things like this, trying to scare off the guy, but she knew that her sister could handle herself well and besides, it wasn't Sylvia who was the victim.
Jade began preparing the transportation, which didn't take much effort. Even though the fireplace was dusty and old, it looked like it could actually use a little more use, and that only encouraged her more. She giddily began to sprinkle the powder around the base. “I'm using just enough because this isn't exactly my floo.”
But that wasn't exactly the real reason. Jade was being careful because Ross didn't know that she wasn't the best at magic, and it surprised her that her sister wasn't complaining. But a glance back saw that Sylvia was busy gawking at Ross as she gripped him tightly. Jade genuinely felt bad for the boy but it was too funny of a situation for her to interrupt.
“Grandmother likes to use the traditional mechanisms to get where she needs to go, her feet, and sometimes she doesn't always go where she needs to go, especially when she passes Madam Malkin's—that's a very old friend of hers. But anyways, the point is that we're going to beat her to the Leaky Cauldron; she'll be surprised but she won't suspect that we used her Floo, unless she catches red-handed.” Jade's lips curved to the side. “But let's not let that happen, shall we?”
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13 Feb 2020, 01:29
Mishap with the Floo
Ross' chocolate brown eyes quickly darted towards the bag. The bright, brilliant color made him desire to simply apply it to his tongue, like sugar. He was certain at least one person had attempted to eat whatever the substance was before, and if he somehow managed to mess it up by 'accidentally' landing some on his mouth, at least he would not be the first one.
As he opened his mouth to inquire of how it would be put into action, he quickly heard another whiny voice infiltrate the scene. Ross had decided she was not quite fond of her, but that was particularly due to her actions prior. Still, as she complained he kept quiet. He slowly closed his mouth, realizing he would likely have time for questions at a later time period.
The Hufflepuff somewhat blurred out what was happening within his head. He had a feeling these two bickered rather frequently. It was considered rude to do so in public after all, so he could hardly imagine how it must be like at home. He hoped he would never have to witness it.
Still, as she addressed him he snapped out of it once again. If Ross had a coin for every time he got lost within his own mind, he would be rather wealthy.
"FLU powder? he replied in somewhat shock. "Anythin' with the word flu in it don't sound healthy. That stuff kills thousands of people a year, y'know?" He remarked, but then went quiet for a second. "But fast travel sounds sound pretty cool, don't it.." he added, and quickly for certain decided he was on board with this.
Once Jade began walking, ross was about to join until he felt a hand intertwine with his. Ross had hardly comprehended what was happened until Sylvia practically dragged him across the room. Once they arrived, he quickly pulled his hand out of grip out of purely simply being uncomfortable.
As Jade reached into her bag, she gently blazed the green powder upon the logs. It was like some pixie attempting a spell. Well, certainly not a real pixie of course. One in those tinkerbelle books or something along those lines. Perhaps it would make them fly.
Jade brought up how it was not hers, and Ross sort of flinched. He was not quite sure how he felt on that.
"who the 'ecks is it then?" he asked with open shock.
Soon, Jade turned around and began her explanation. Ross would be lying if he were to claim it did not send anxious butterflies to be fluttering within him. He had never heard of the floo, and in all honesty had not a clue how it worked.
"Are ya sure it is safe?"was his first question after a long pause.
Ross simply required reassurance. The entire concept made him anxious, as he did not understand how it functioned. Still, he somewhat trusted the girl. He would likely believe anything she stated.
As he opened his mouth to inquire of how it would be put into action, he quickly heard another whiny voice infiltrate the scene. Ross had decided she was not quite fond of her, but that was particularly due to her actions prior. Still, as she complained he kept quiet. He slowly closed his mouth, realizing he would likely have time for questions at a later time period.
The Hufflepuff somewhat blurred out what was happening within his head. He had a feeling these two bickered rather frequently. It was considered rude to do so in public after all, so he could hardly imagine how it must be like at home. He hoped he would never have to witness it.
Still, as she addressed him he snapped out of it once again. If Ross had a coin for every time he got lost within his own mind, he would be rather wealthy.
"FLU powder? he replied in somewhat shock. "Anythin' with the word flu in it don't sound healthy. That stuff kills thousands of people a year, y'know?" He remarked, but then went quiet for a second. "But fast travel sounds sound pretty cool, don't it.." he added, and quickly for certain decided he was on board with this.
Once Jade began walking, ross was about to join until he felt a hand intertwine with his. Ross had hardly comprehended what was happened until Sylvia practically dragged him across the room. Once they arrived, he quickly pulled his hand out of grip out of purely simply being uncomfortable.
As Jade reached into her bag, she gently blazed the green powder upon the logs. It was like some pixie attempting a spell. Well, certainly not a real pixie of course. One in those tinkerbelle books or something along those lines. Perhaps it would make them fly.
Jade brought up how it was not hers, and Ross sort of flinched. He was not quite sure how he felt on that.
"who the 'ecks is it then?" he asked with open shock.
Soon, Jade turned around and began her explanation. Ross would be lying if he were to claim it did not send anxious butterflies to be fluttering within him. He had never heard of the floo, and in all honesty had not a clue how it worked.
"Are ya sure it is safe?"was his first question after a long pause.
Ross simply required reassurance. The entire concept made him anxious, as he did not understand how it functioned. Still, he somewhat trusted the girl. He would likely believe anything she stated.
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