Nailing It
Evasion: 6
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
@Simon Kincaid
@Lotus Lively
@Lilly Lightwood
Dido breathed a sigh of elation as Jrue seemed to show no indication of disbelieving her Ravenclaw statement, instead saying, “Dido. What a lovely name! I don't believe I've ever heard it before.”
And thankfully, Dido suppressed the urge to talk about her namesake, the Queen of Carthage, and managed to cheerfully thank the girl instead. To Dido’s delight at having been “accepted”, Jrue offered to paint her nails too, asking what colour she wanted, and Dido quickly shuffled forwards to present her hand, thanking the Hufflepuff again. Smiling widely, which she seemed to be doing a lot of that day, Dido asked, “Could I have them in orange, please? Like, tangerine orange- If that’s ok?”
As she asked for her favourite colour, another child joined the small group beginning to form and offered to help Jrue with the painting, all while introducing himself as Lotus. Which Dido did think was an odd name, somewhat hypocritically given her own.
But, as Jrue explained that she didn’t need help, Dido’s stomach flipped inside her. She recognised the boy, perhaps by his hair. He was a Slytherin. He might know she wasn’t in Ravenclaw.
Fortunately, or unfortunately for Dido’s growing worry, another person joined the throng. The new girl seemed a little nervous as she asked to join the group and Dido felt a little guilty, having just felt the same way moments before. So, with her hand still outstretched to Jrue, she smiled at the girl and confidently said, “Yeah of course!” before glancing at the others and quietly adding, “If that’s alright with you...”
-Dido Bleaklane |
Nailing It
Sharing some time with @Jrue Peterson, @Dido Bleaklane, @Lotus Lively, and @Lilly Lightwood
With Simon's nails done, he just patiently waited while they dried. In movies, he had seen girls blow on them but he wasn't sure if that would ruin the nail polish if done too early in the drying process. He did survey his nails, looking at their condition. He did sometimes chew his nails - not in nervous habit but because he was a dhampir and they just grew so often that it was ridiculous. Sometimes he could trim them in the morning and by evening's fall he wished he had access to clippers once more. That was something he was going to need to start putting in his enchanted satchel to carry around. There was plenty of room.
"Mascot of Hufflepuff, hmm?" he smiled over to Jrue. "Should I go around wearing a little badger costume and learn how to do backflips? Might make for good morale at quidditch matches or maybe I could do a little routine in between some of our dueling matches. Think the professors would allow me to give it a go? I'd need some sort of name..... Puffleton, that's it!" he smiled widely over at the other Hufflepuff who had just done his nails.
Some others joined them by now. "Pleasure to meet you, Dido," he said to the girl because he now had a name to place with her. "Welcome, Lotus," he said to the other, admiring the name. Another girl, he thought he had seen in the Common Room before came into the space and Simon smiled to her, not minding if she joined but this wasn't his operation.
There was a fair amount here though and if Jrue should want to charge for her services, he felt she could make a little income there at th school doing such. "Well, since we're all together, I think we should do something......" Simon smiled. He too liked to talk and get to know his fellow schoolmates. "We should do something like play a game of Who is Most Likely To.... where we come up with random or absurd things and raise our hands, our hands not getting painted, when one of the statements applies to us. Or we could uhh..... do Two Truths and a Lie."
Something, anything, to get them all talking. Something to get them to know each other a little more.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
Nailing It
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song. Unknown/Nth ~ Hozier
actions. xx
eleven fifteen a.m.
the lavatory.
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"Oh Simon- Not Puffleton... for the love of God anything else-" She shook her head, taking Dido's hand into hers and starting on the pinky nail. Her hands were very lovely and slender, much alike Jrue's. And her nails were lovely taken care of. Jrue had needed a miracle for her's to not be bitten and ugly. I guess her mother had helped her with that.
"Lotus your hair is so striking! I don't think I've ever seen that color before." She nodded cordially, wiping off a smudge of nail polish that had spread down Dido's hand. She hadn't seen some of these students before, it was such a large building, but the classes weren't that large, so it did make sense. She still felt bad though. At least they would know each other from this way.
She nodded at Simon's remark. Two Truths and A Lie was always fun to play. Her friends back from school did it all the time, and it was very intriguing. "No, that does sound very fun!" She nodded, painting Dido's thumb and fanning it off, smiling at the student's around her. "Who wants to go first? I'd go first but I don't want to mess up her nails-" She shrugged her shoulders awkwardly, chuckling. "Dido, you first."
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Nailing It
@Simon Kincaid
@Lotus Lively
@Lilly Lightwood
OOC note: Reducio1) While everything written is true for Dido, much is intentionally incorrect (eg: Dido is not in Ravenclaw)
For the second time in the encounter, Dido tried, and failed, to hold in her laughter. At least this time the cause of her amusement seemed to have the very intention of making them laugh as, with each new idea Simon suggested, she found it harder and harder to keep herself from bursting into pure, elated giggles. As he spoke, just beginning to suggest pregame duelling routines, Dido glanced over at Jrue, attempting the sort of conspiratorial smile she had seen in movies, often shared between friends, or even siblings, who were about to begin shrieking in laughter.
Almost as if the look had predicted it, Simon’s last words, the ridiculous suggestion of the name “Puffleton”, completely finished Dido off and her laughter finally broke free, leaving her giggling and clutching her stomach. When Dido opened her eyes, Simon greeted her and, just from the imagined picture alone, she started grinning again before finally slapping one hand over her mouth, taking a few deep breaths and quietly saying, “Sorry!” with a sheepish smile. The corners of her mouth still curled up in happiness, a freeing bubbly feeling that was starting to make her mouth hurt, Dido gave her hand to Jrue who had changed the colour of the bottle to a pretty orange colour. It wasn’t quite as bright an orange Dido had hoped for, which wasn’t unexpected given her two-word description, but she was certainly not going to say anything about that then. Instead, she softly said, “Thank you so much,”, deciding that a simple thank you was better than anything else.
During the process, she adamantly refused to look at Lotus, or the girl beside him, instead focusing her gaze on her half-painted nails or Jrue herself. When Jrue mentioned his hair, she nodded but didn’t turn, even the thought twisting her stomach into a knot. It would be fine. He wouldn’t say anything, right? Why would he? After all, they had never exchanged more than a few words if that to one another.
At Simon’s next suggestion, which he seemed to be good at making, Dido smiled. Again. Was entertaining first years something every single older Hufflepuff had to do? Two truths and a lie would be fun. She hadn’t played before but, of course, she knew how the game worked- everyone did! Or, rather, every muggleborn, or half-blood, probably did. For the benefit of any of the others, just in case any hadn’t heard of the game, Dido asked, “Two truths and a lie is where you say three things, two being true and one being false, isn’t it? Sorry- I just want to check!”. The words came out in a jumble, simultaneously not as confident and not as unimposing as she had created them.
And why was she apologising? There was no need to- especially when she already knew what the game was. She opened her mouth to contest the previous words, to somehow unapologise but, typically, nothing came out. A flush of red appeared on Dido’s cheeks as she looked back down at her hand, beneath Jrue’s own. For a moment, a hot, slightly uncomfortable, flash of annoyance raced through her mind. Directed at Jrue for nothing more than stopping her from leaving, or even having the ability to leave. She frowned, irritation directed no longer at Jrue but at herself for blaming the sweet girl, before smiling once more, still determined to have fun.
When Jrue, as continually lovely as she had seemed throughout the whole process, suggested Dido go first, Dido decided to be happy about it and to be excited to talk. It was going to be fun. So, somehow smiling even wider, she said, “Yeah, sure!” in a happy, if controlled, tone. Dido paused for a moment, thinking carefully, before chuckling quietly.
“Ok, so… I… have no siblings. I have.. a parrot. And… I have never painted my nails before!”
She paused, winced slightly, and added, “Sorry if those are a little boring.”
-Dido Bleaklane |