19 Dec 2023, 09:21
Finding Ms.Teddy
December 18th, 2023
Outfit: Chillll
Hairstyle: This but veryyyy long
In their bag: Treats, jewelry, a long piece of rope, and snacks
Lucie been standing with Loren for about 30 minutes, the latter is warning them about the consequences of losing her cat. Lucie couldn’t m care less and they’re only doing this because Loren promised them chocolate frogs.
Lucie feels a burst of pain on their arm and grimace as they look down at their feline enemy, Ms.Teddy, Lucie couldn’t for the life of them think about how Loren could find the feline hag adorable.
Their sister bid them and the cat farewell as she made her way to the Library, unfortunately as soon as she left Ms.Teddy jumped out of Lucie’s arms and made her way towards the opposite direction of Lucie.
They wasted no time in chasing the cat before she got away from them, Lucie looks around aimlessly for someone to help them before their eyes landed in a Ravenclaw boy.
He seems to be minding his business and looks pretty friendly, on top of that he’s lanky which means he’s fast and might be able to catch the evil cat. Lucie walks over to the boy enthusiastic and a bit hysterical, ”Hello! I’m Lucie. I know we don’t know each other but do you mind helping me catch a bloody disgusting feline? I’ll be your bestest friend!” Lucie gives the boy a faux innocent look with puppy dog eyes.
Their glasses are perched on the edge of their nose and their freshly styled hair is frizzy, they don’t exactly look like the epitome of neat and fancy but they do look pretty fun and trustworthy, despite losing a cat in the span of 30 seconds.
They take a licorice wand out of their bag and give it to the boy as a bribe, silently begging him to help them, which is kind of funny seeing as they used the work bestest.
Lucie quickly observes his body language and note that he seems uncomfortable with this type of confrontation, at least Lucie can admit that their impulsiveness is both a blessing and a curse. ”Pleaseeeeeeee?”
@Theodore Abernathy
“When I’m alone, I’m with the person that tried to kill me.”
-John Mulaney
2 Jan 2024, 19:22
Finding Ms.Teddy
Theo couldn’t understand those who fell asleep in History of Magic. The subject was so interesting, revealing how pieces of wizarding history were interconnected, which tickled some part of his nerdy mind. That was why he always sat at the first desk, determined to catch everything the professor said. He was an old soul stuck in a child's body.
Right now, he was resolutely walking to the library, planning to read and annotate the next chapter of his book about dragons. It was his way of relaxing. He wore an oversized jumper knitted by his Great Aunt Bessie. It extenuated that he was too short for his age. The sweater hung on his tiny form, sleeves hiding his hands, but it was warm and fluffy. It felt like being enveloped by a soft cloud, which was the most important part since it was freezing outside. That was the reason why it was Theo’s favourite sweater.
He was looking at his toes, minding his own business. If some of his peers started doing somersaults in the middle of the corridor, he wouldn’t notice. But then something even more unexpected came his way.
When he heard a voice before him, he stopped dead in his tracks, and with a shock, he lifted his gaze. Standing before him was one of the Snakes, dressed in green, their words spilling out like a never-ending stream. Theo's first thought was: How can they have so much energy? His eyes widened as he managed to catch just a few words of their speech.
“A bloody… disgusting feline?” he blinked at them, his eyes as big as plates. He pulled on the sleeves of his oversized jumper.
“You mean like… a leopard? A tiger? A lynx?” he asked, immediately thinking about hunting down an extremely dangerous animal. Was that a chance for his own adventure? 'Theodore, the Beast Tamer' sounded good to his ears. That was why he nodded. “For sure, um… I will help you,” he agreed, shifting from foot to foot, his gaze studying the Slytherin. They looked like the cliché of a troublemaker; hair disheveled and an overconfident grin plastered on their face. However, the smile also promised a great adventure.
Theo was ordered by his father to 'get out of his comfort zone, talk to real people, for Merlin’s sake, or he would find his personal library locked for an indefinite amount of time'. This unnamed tornado in human form could be his intro to socializing.
Even though Theo agreed to help them locate the 'bloody disgusting feline' of unknown species, something appeared in his hand—a licorice wand. He blinked stupidly, fighting back a smile. Then an alarm rang in his mind. Was that a sly attempt to bribe him?
“Wait for a second,” he mumbled, his expression growing wary. The hunt might be dangerous. The potential scars, bruises, and fractured bones didn’t truly scare him. There was only one thing that made him shake like a leaf in the wind: heights. It was the time to ask a few questions.
“What are we really looking for? How large is this feline? Is it bigger than a lion? Does it have sharp claws? Is it magical? Can it fly?” he interrogated the Slytherin tornado, crossing his arms over his chest. He wished to look intimidating, but the too-long sleeves made him look like a pocket-sized scarecrow. He hoped his last question wasn’t too revealing. He tried to mask what really sent shivers down his spine.
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@Luciella Victoria Night-Cortez
Right now, he was resolutely walking to the library, planning to read and annotate the next chapter of his book about dragons. It was his way of relaxing. He wore an oversized jumper knitted by his Great Aunt Bessie. It extenuated that he was too short for his age. The sweater hung on his tiny form, sleeves hiding his hands, but it was warm and fluffy. It felt like being enveloped by a soft cloud, which was the most important part since it was freezing outside. That was the reason why it was Theo’s favourite sweater.
He was looking at his toes, minding his own business. If some of his peers started doing somersaults in the middle of the corridor, he wouldn’t notice. But then something even more unexpected came his way.
When he heard a voice before him, he stopped dead in his tracks, and with a shock, he lifted his gaze. Standing before him was one of the Snakes, dressed in green, their words spilling out like a never-ending stream. Theo's first thought was: How can they have so much energy? His eyes widened as he managed to catch just a few words of their speech.
“A bloody… disgusting feline?” he blinked at them, his eyes as big as plates. He pulled on the sleeves of his oversized jumper.
“You mean like… a leopard? A tiger? A lynx?” he asked, immediately thinking about hunting down an extremely dangerous animal. Was that a chance for his own adventure? 'Theodore, the Beast Tamer' sounded good to his ears. That was why he nodded. “For sure, um… I will help you,” he agreed, shifting from foot to foot, his gaze studying the Slytherin. They looked like the cliché of a troublemaker; hair disheveled and an overconfident grin plastered on their face. However, the smile also promised a great adventure.
Theo was ordered by his father to 'get out of his comfort zone, talk to real people, for Merlin’s sake, or he would find his personal library locked for an indefinite amount of time'. This unnamed tornado in human form could be his intro to socializing.
Even though Theo agreed to help them locate the 'bloody disgusting feline' of unknown species, something appeared in his hand—a licorice wand. He blinked stupidly, fighting back a smile. Then an alarm rang in his mind. Was that a sly attempt to bribe him?
“Wait for a second,” he mumbled, his expression growing wary. The hunt might be dangerous. The potential scars, bruises, and fractured bones didn’t truly scare him. There was only one thing that made him shake like a leaf in the wind: heights. It was the time to ask a few questions.
“What are we really looking for? How large is this feline? Is it bigger than a lion? Does it have sharp claws? Is it magical? Can it fly?” he interrogated the Slytherin tornado, crossing his arms over his chest. He wished to look intimidating, but the too-long sleeves made him look like a pocket-sized scarecrow. He hoped his last question wasn’t too revealing. He tried to mask what really sent shivers down his spine.
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@Luciella Victoria Night-Cortez
Pax intus et foris.