13 Aug 2018, 00:44
Caterpillar Hunting
A look of regret crossed Akhar's face as Ford pointed to the Potions book. It vanished a moment later, but the expression was unmistakable... Perhaps t had been a bad idea to tell him the truth. Then again, what harm could it really do? Even if the Egyptian boy went to a Professor and told them that Ford planned on making a potion, he could always confirm it. They could search his bags and find all the materials for all he cared- the potion was harmless after all. Still, he hadn't meant to upset his new companion.
Though really, what else were caterpillars for? They weren't particularly sentient according to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Sure they were living, but really they were barely that. It was strange to think that the death of something so insignificant would cause a look of sadness like that. Was that how most people thought? He couldn't imagine how anything got done if they did.
Ford nodded while Akhar described his encounter with the poisonous creatures. He wondered what it must have been like to wander around a city. Ford had spent his childhood locked up in his room, far from any significant form of civilization. In fact he had never even been to any place large enough to be called a city. The boy's tale only served to puzzle him even further too. So he felt sadness for the death of an insignificant creature that had caused him harm? That was quite strange indeed...
Curious now, he decided to ask a bit more. "What is a city like? I... Well, I've never been to one."
Though really, what else were caterpillars for? They weren't particularly sentient according to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Sure they were living, but really they were barely that. It was strange to think that the death of something so insignificant would cause a look of sadness like that. Was that how most people thought? He couldn't imagine how anything got done if they did.
Ford nodded while Akhar described his encounter with the poisonous creatures. He wondered what it must have been like to wander around a city. Ford had spent his childhood locked up in his room, far from any significant form of civilization. In fact he had never even been to any place large enough to be called a city. The boy's tale only served to puzzle him even further too. So he felt sadness for the death of an insignificant creature that had caused him harm? That was quite strange indeed...
Curious now, he decided to ask a bit more. "What is a city like? I... Well, I've never been to one."
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13 Aug 2018, 08:38
Caterpillar Hunting
Though he was still less than keen about the use of a creature for a potion, he still had no intention to back out now. He'd given his assistance, though he felt the brief temptation to snatch the caterpillars and dart away. Well, that wouldn't stop the other boy probably, and besides... he wanted to help somehow. So, he carried on, lips moving quietly for a moment as he eyed the grass for another little creature. One that might listen hard enough would only be able to pick out bits and pieces of Arabic being muttered.
It ceased after a minute, the silence a good opening for further conversation. Something Ford seemed to take advantage of for the sense of questioning what a city was. Ahkar blinked, looking away from his task towards the fellow First Year. He'd never been to a city before? He thought for a moment before deciding perhaps that wasn't so unusual. That one girl from the tavern had been shocked when he hadn't heard of snow, so he could hardly judge Ford for never hearing of cities before.
Now his look turned more thoughtful, mildly frustrated as he struggled with his sense of language in order to try and puzzle out how to explain a city to someone who had never seen one. "Is like..." He broke off, as he would frequently through his explanation, to mutter something in Arabic. Presumably something he was attempting to figure out the English translation for. "It's like... village. But big. Many, many house all together, many small road called.. alley? Big uh... buildings. Very tall. All uh.. squish." He moved his hands together for a moment, two fists touching side by side, then scratched the back of his head.
"Many uh... muggle thing. With wheels. Muggle use these, they get in box, and box with wheels it uh... it go along road like carriage. But no horse. And many of this, all together, all yelling, very much noise. Many people on road side of. They yell and walk and sell many thing. And market... market in city have many food, many clothes, many people sell and buy and move. Too many to be counting. And it stink like many people and metal box on wheels stink very bad. Some city less metal box on wheels, but more sick. More muggle on road side of, sick, no money, no food. They beg or steal from muggle that come to see city. Easy to steal, so many many people all squish together."
He looked still thoughtful, but that seemed to be the best he could do to explain some of the cities he'd seen. He didn't generally speak this much in a single sitting, unless he was explaining some sort of story or thing as he did now. It felt strange to do so.
It ceased after a minute, the silence a good opening for further conversation. Something Ford seemed to take advantage of for the sense of questioning what a city was. Ahkar blinked, looking away from his task towards the fellow First Year. He'd never been to a city before? He thought for a moment before deciding perhaps that wasn't so unusual. That one girl from the tavern had been shocked when he hadn't heard of snow, so he could hardly judge Ford for never hearing of cities before.
Now his look turned more thoughtful, mildly frustrated as he struggled with his sense of language in order to try and puzzle out how to explain a city to someone who had never seen one. "Is like..." He broke off, as he would frequently through his explanation, to mutter something in Arabic. Presumably something he was attempting to figure out the English translation for. "It's like... village. But big. Many, many house all together, many small road called.. alley? Big uh... buildings. Very tall. All uh.. squish." He moved his hands together for a moment, two fists touching side by side, then scratched the back of his head.
"Many uh... muggle thing. With wheels. Muggle use these, they get in box, and box with wheels it uh... it go along road like carriage. But no horse. And many of this, all together, all yelling, very much noise. Many people on road side of. They yell and walk and sell many thing. And market... market in city have many food, many clothes, many people sell and buy and move. Too many to be counting. And it stink like many people and metal box on wheels stink very bad. Some city less metal box on wheels, but more sick. More muggle on road side of, sick, no money, no food. They beg or steal from muggle that come to see city. Easy to steal, so many many people all squish together."
He looked still thoughtful, but that seemed to be the best he could do to explain some of the cities he'd seen. He didn't generally speak this much in a single sitting, unless he was explaining some sort of story or thing as he did now. It felt strange to do so.