Hippogriff Welcome to the Hippogriff Cabin Closed

Interacting with @Martyna Romero
Mentioning: @Elizabeth Isaacs as Emile LeDoux

Starlee giggled at Tina's feigned crying. She knew the girl was quite boy-crazy, as they had spent quite a lot of time discussing them. Who they liked, who was cutest, who they wished would ask them on a date... All questions that honestly... Starlee wasn't the most interested in. She had tried to put foreword potential options, but for whatever reason, there hadn't been a boy that Starlee was truly interested in at Hogwarts.

In these conversations, Starlee hadn't ever brought up the French boy. Partially because that night was such a mess for Tina and Starlee's friendship, something she hoped to never repeat, but also because she honestly thought she would never see him again. I mean really, it was fate that the boy she only knew of through association of one of her enemies would stumble in on her compartment on the train. She hadn't even known the boys name before then. 'Emile....' she sighed dreamily as thoughts of him began to spread through her mind.

Attempting to ground herself back into reality, Starlee tried rejoining in on the conversation. She really tried. She even nodded to one of the new entries into the conversation, a girl named Calypso. It wasn't often that Starlee found a name that she felt rivaled hers in originality and uniqueness, but Calypso was certainly one of them. She smiled, wanting to compliment the girl on her name, but an arm shot out from beside her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her backwards, away from the group.

She began to giggle as she realized that, finally, Starlee had a cute boy situation to talk about with Tina - and Tina was over the MOON about it. Of course, she laughed even more at her comments about the dueling team, nodding along in agreement, while looking back at the group and smiling. She couldn't believe her luck so far this summer camp. Finally meeting her crush on the train, staying in a cabin with Tina... maybe even more chances to chat with Emile... This was going to be fun.

Starlee began blushing again as Tina began to fire off her questions, not leaving enough time for breathing almost in-between each one. "Well... first off... he's FRENCH!" she said, trying yet failing to hold in a squeal of delight at the end as the two headed toward the beds to begin to spill out the gossip.

Leaving the Thread with Martyna

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The Outfit

Roleplaying With	Event
no one	He wades out into the water and swims for a little before leaving

Languages	Dialog Colors	Characters Used
English	#008646	Noah Jupe

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This is a short moment with Noah Jupe at the Hippogriff Cabin.

Noah happily opened the door to the Hippogriff cabin and the eerily shocking similarity in decorations appeared so much like the Gryffindor Common Room. He stood there, gaping at the red decorations everywhere. It seemed to match his cape that he brought with him. Only his cape was a darker red. Noah slinked over to one of the bunks and hoped to find an empty bunk.

Walking down across the cabin, Noah picked a bunk in the corner, the farthest from the door. Sure, he was close to a window, but he wanted people to not pick on him as much during camp. The odd feeling seemed to come back, like one of his siblings would be around. He immediatly shook it off. That was not possible. His siblings had to stay home with their dads. Noah groaned as he realized the odd feeling was not the feeling of his siblings being around but of him being hungry. He wasn't in the mood for food trucks or the food that come from them. So he, instead, grasped the pillow on his bed and chewed it for a little, letting the odd feeling sink back down.

The feeling clearly symbolizing how much he would love this camp, but he doesn't seem to be interested in half the events at camp. Perhaps he should check out the food trucks they say is coming...

"There's too much reeeed," Jack complained aloud to no one as he wandered through the Hippogriff Cabin, disgusted by how much it seemed to remind him of Gryffindor. He wondered what they thought of it. Could they have been as sick of their house color as he was? Perhaps even more since they had to live with it during school, too? Well, since his very hair was red, Jack doubted they were quite as used to it or tired of it as he was. It was one reason he had tried to get highlights of brown and blonde as well.

Just as he was peering through the curtain-lined bunk beds, Jack noticed a boy...was he...chewing on a pillow? At first he thought maybe it might have been some strange sleep-eating habit or something but then he noticed the kid seemed to be awake. Not sleep-eating, then. The Slytherin made a face and took a step back.

"We do have a kitchen of sorts, you know," he told the boy; a kid he didn't remember seeing around before. Maybe he was a younger year or in a different house or both. "Why don't you go find something proper to eat instead of gnawing on bedding?" He tilted his head, scrutinizing the other kid. "Do you know where it is? I can take you to it if you like."

@Noah Jupe

"WHO ARE YOU? Noah asked, clearly curious. It was odd, he was feeling hungry earlier this morning, but he was afraid to admit that he was terrified of food elsewhere. He only trusted the Great Hall when it came to food, and that was something he seemed to pride himself on.

"You know where the food is? Are they good? Yeah, I guess I can go with you. Just let me do something." Noah took out his pictures, iron on pictures, of his face, and offered it to the Slytherin in his cabin.

"How did you end up in Hippogriff? I would've thought that Slytherin students go into thesteral, as they seem to pride themselves on seeing death." The boy was clearly curious, and he wanted to explore more than most people would like to show. He smiled, but quickly frowned. Was he about to make friends with the opposite house, the Gryffindor's mortal enemies? One of his dads was a slytherin, but so were three of his brothers, including his twin.

"My friend, would you... be friends with a boy like me, as I don't want to get into a fight with someone who is cool as you? The Slytherin House seems to be so awesome, but the green color is everywhere, and green made him think of envy.

@Jack Burnett

Jack jumped as the other boy practically yelled his question at him. "Whoa, jeez! Isn't it rude to ask someone who they are before introducing yourself first?"

He blinked as the other kid continued to spout questions; these ones mostly about food. Jack could hardly think to respond before watching the pillow-chewer take out pictures of his...face...?...and offered them to him.

"Uh...thanks..." he said, looking at the pictures with obvious puzzlement. "What are these for?"

The Welsh boy had barely asked the question before his younger companion was already asking more of his own like how Jack had ended up in Hippogriff. All Jack could do was shrug helplessly, listening to what the stranger said about Slytherins priding themselves on seeing death.

"What? That's crazy!" he cried. "Why would anyone pride themselves on seeing death? Who would want to see death if they could avoid it?" The memory of Victor Moore dying in his arms flashed in his mind briefly and he shuddered. No, he definitely would not have prided himself on having witnessed such an event. He wished he never had.

Suddenly, the word 'friend' caused Jack to flinch and he turned slowly to regard the unfamiliar boy once more. Then he smirked at being called 'cool', doing his best not to burst into laughter.

"Listen, kid," he began. "You don't want to have friends if you can help it. All they do is bring you trouble whether they mean to or not. The less people you care about, the better." He sighed then, wishing he would have followed his own advice.

"Anyway, kitchen is this way. What are you hungry for? I think I saw a fruit bowl on my way over."

@Noah Jupe

Noah turned, stifling a laugh, but he just couldn't help it. After a few moments, he responded, "Nothing with milk, eggs, soy, wheat, fish, shellfish, mold, or toads. I'm allergic to them."

Turning towards the door, he grabbed Jack's hand, quickly letting go and stuffing them in his pockets. What was he thinking, Jack would not like him at all. After all, Noah was afraid of almost everything, and was allergic to most ingredients in food. His grades from last year wasn't quite so impressive, unless Jack was interested in watching Noah pot plants.

"Y- yeah, let-let's go to the kitchen." Noah stuttered, nervously. How could he ruin this potential friendship? "I understand that friends may bring you trouble and will tie you down, but, would you want to be friends with me? Not anyone else, as I try to avoid trouble." Clearly, Noah was embarrased, but there was reasons why he wanted to be friends with a Slytherin. His father was one reason, and he loved Steve. But he wanted a friend to prank his stupid brothers for once, someone with more or equal cunningness. All Noah has is his dorkiness, and even then, he was scared to show it.

@Jack Burnett

"Why would I try to make you eat something with toads?" Jack asked with a laugh before seriously thinking about the question. "I guess some potions might have parts of toads as ingredients. Guess you can't have any of those, then."

When his hand was grabbed, the Slytherin boy's eyes went wide as he stared at the underclassman. Just as quickly as it was snatched, however, his hand was let go and the younger boy stuck his hands in his pockets. Jack blinked. Then he held out the iron-on pictures of the boy's face out that he had been given. "What? Did you want these back?"

If the boy didn't take them, Jack would place them in his pocket before leading them on toward the kitchen. He didn't miss the stutter in the boy's voice and got a little concerned. Was he making the kid nervous? The question about whether he wanted to be the boy's friend came again. Jack sighed.

"Actually, I don't think you understand," he said, grabbing a banana from a fruit bowl on table and offering it to his new companion. "I'm not saying friends bring me specifically trouble. Friends bring anyone trouble. You included. Why would you want to be friends with someone who's more trouble than they're worth? Like me. What if I turn out to be a really awful, horrible person? You don't even know me. So why do you want me to be your friend?"

Taking an apple from the bowl, he bit into it and chewed, regarding the Gryffindor thoughtfully as he did so.

"I'm Jack Burnett," he said at last. "I'm in Slytherin. What about you?"

@Noah Jupe

Understanding what Jack was saying, "Can I tell you a secret? I have six brothers and three of them are annoying and love to pick on ME because I love to study and read. But Johnny, one of my older brother doesn't like to pick on me, or bully me. I think I can deal with it." Nodding, he looked at Jack Burnett again, but with intrigue in his eyes. "No, I don't want the faces back anyways, I give them to someone I am determined to be friends with."

"I'm Noah Jupe, second youngest in a family of nine. I'm a Gryffindor, but I never thought that I'd be a Gryffindor as I'm not brave, at all. I have a ton of phobias and allergies, and I didn't do so well last year in school here at Hogwarts, but I aced my classes at my Muggle school." Clearly, Noah was lonely, and being at camp where the only person he truly met didn't want to be his friend as a fear that Noah might not like him later on.

Shaking his head sideways, he smiled, reaching out his hands as an attempt to hug the boy who tried to decline him. Noah was lonely at this camp and he wanted friends, but would he ever get one at camp?

@Jack Burnett

Before Jack could reply to the question of whether or not the boy could tell him a secret, the boy was already telling it. Jack wasn't sure what the secret was, exactly, but having six brothers sounded like a nightmare, whether they picked on him or not. Still, the redhead had to admit - if this kid could handle six brothers, he could probably handle Jack. Probably. Unfortuantely for Jack, that meant he wasn't going to get off the hook that easily.

This was confirmed when the kid casually told Jack that he gave the pictures of his face to people he was determined to be friends with. The Welsh boy's jaw dropped. It was worse than the death sentences people called friendship bracelets! What the heck sort of things did kids come up with these days? "D-determined to be friends with...?" he asked, sounding wary now as he slowly began to back away. "And just how many people do you entrap with your tenacious friendship face tactics...?"

The boy went on to introduce himself as Noah Jupe, horrifying Jack further by explaining he had a family of nine. Jack, who just a year ago had grown up as an only child, was flabbergasted. He stared, dumbstruck, at Noah, his jaw slack as he continued to listen to him talk about himself. When he mentioned he didn't do so well his last year at Hogwarts, Jack deduced the kid wasn't a first year, but that just made him more unnerved. That meant he couldn't scare him off as easily as a first year might have been.

The worst part, though, was what came next. Noah's smile distracted Jack so much as he tried to figure out what he was smiling for that he didn't realize what Noah was doing until it was too late. With the Gryffindor's arms around Jack, the Slytherin was helpless to push him away. How could he be so mean to someone who was being so friendly toward him? Truly kindness was the most dangerous weapon in the universe. There was no way to combat it. Jack crumbled inwardly at the gesture, stiffening but unable to do much else.

Eventually, he reached out a hand to awkwardly pat Noah on the back. "Sheesh...are you sure you aren't a Hufflepuff with how determined you are to make friends?" he asked, looking anywhere but at Noah in his embarrassment. "Actually, you remind me a little of my own brother. He's adopted, but he's a Gryffindor just like you. He was pretty pushy about sticking around when I tried to escape from him, too, when I first met him." Jack found himself smiling softly at the memory. He quickly cleared his throat and shoved the partially-eaten apple in his hand in Noah's face.

"But enough of this! Why aren't you eating? I thought you were hungry enough to chew on pillows!"

@Noah Jupe

"I am not that hungry Jack! I just said I was so I could try to get to know you a little better. That's why I told you about my brothers, and I would wish that you could get to know them a little more than from my descriptions." Noah concluded, his smile became a frown.

"About the faces, that isn't truly like friendship bracelets, and to be honest, if you didn't want the face, I would still attempt to be a friend. And if I was someone you were trying to scare away, so to speak, it wouldn't be that easy. I tend to be really stubborn, but obedient to those who- oh- I can't finish it. It hurts me too much to say it!" Noah had tears coming out of his eyes, the nose crinkled. His frown became something no one wanted to see, a sad faced boy.

Noah just grabbed a fork and began to pick out the foods he could eat, avoiding anything that seemed like it could trigger his allergies. So far, he just saw salad and, well, decent lettuce. If that was his lunch, he would eat it, but he rather preferred to chew on his pillow.

@Jack Burnett