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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 24, 2011 14:23:32 GMT -5
"That's not too hard." Ester grinned. She like Herbology, not as much as Transfiguration's but she still listened. She also like gardening at home, but that was slightly different since the plants couldn't eat you.
"And I know some books in the library that can help. Which plant have you chosen?" She needed to know, she might not even know what it was.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 25, 2011 5:57:34 GMT -5
"Not entirely sure yet....you know what I think I may do Devil's Snare!" Bert jumped at the fact he had actually thought of something to wirte about at last. "Thank you, so very much!" Bert said hugging Ester.
If Ester hadn't come up here Bert was sure that he wouldn't of even had the idea of writing about Devil's Snare.
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 25, 2011 6:12:16 GMT -5
Ester stiffened when he hugged her, and she pulled away quickly, trying not to look skocked.
"Er, I know a little about that, but some books in the library I know of could help you." She smiled weakly. How hugged Ester? At school? She shivered slightly.
"It's a little chilly up here, don't you think?" That was her lame attempt to make conversation.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 27, 2011 5:17:21 GMT -5
Ester was obviously wasn't one for hugs, Bert respected that and took a mental not to do that again. He didn't want to lose a friend before he made one.
"Yeah I think I'll head over there, join me? And I do agree it's quite chilly!" Bert enjoyed Ester's company, she was different. But a nice different.
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 29, 2011 5:41:57 GMT -5
"Sure, have nothing else to do." Ester smiled at Bert. He was kind, but was he being too Kind? She couldn't tell. Midnas flew down to her, hooting once and clipping her beak together once then she flew back to her roost.
"She's a little miffed I didn't stay longer. I normal stay for a few hours." Ester explained Midnas' snappiness.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 29, 2011 6:12:09 GMT -5
"If you want to stay up here, I honestly don't mind!" Bert said, he didn't want to scare away Ester before he got the chance to know her properly.
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 29, 2011 6:28:31 GMT -5
"No, it's fine, I'll come back later. Anyway, Midnas won't die or anything, I'm sure she will will be here when I get back." Ester grinned. "Shall we go then?" She made her way toward the stone door way.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 29, 2011 9:13:03 GMT -5
Bert grinned and joined Ester on her way out, "We shall!"
Whilst on the way to the library Bert thought that he could make some sort of conversation to know Ester better. "So, do you like Quidditch by any chance? Bert thought that this conversation starter would suffice, if not there was a world of topics out there!
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 29, 2011 10:05:15 GMT -5
"Um, I play at home sometimes and I have my broom here, but I'm not that good." She smiled. "I only learnt so I could fly with Midnas a little. Do you play?" She thought he probably did, since he started a conversation with Quidditch.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 29, 2011 10:14:08 GMT -5
"Ah, and yeah I do play, for my houses quidditch team. I'm the Chaser. Proud day for a Scotsman to represent!" Bert had always had pride in that fact.
Quidditch was the only sport that he actually enjoyed! It was more action, better than kicking a stupid football around!
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 29, 2011 10:32:37 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not that bad, just not good enough for the team." she smiled, looking as her feet as she skipped lightly down the stairs. Her booted feet made a thud every time the touched the cold stone.
"I don't mind Netball, a Muggle sport. One of my aunties is coach of it." Ester didn't normally tell people she was part Muggle, but she didn't think Bert would slap her like that guy had done the other night. It would of been worse if Vulcan hadn't shown up...
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 29, 2011 11:04:39 GMT -5
Bert half skipped half walked down the step, his mood had improved by meeting Ester if that were possible. "You should try out again next year. I wouldn't give up, I'm sure you'll make it!" Bert didn't like seeing people give up on things that they wanted to do.
"Ah netball, I should know of the sport, both me parents' are muggles!" Bert was always proud to say that, maybe not proud of his parents', but he was proud of his blood. He was muggle born and proud. In a way it made him feel sort of special.
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 29, 2011 11:18:11 GMT -5
"Really?" Ester asked shocked. "Whoa, I didn't realise." She had hated her dad for who he was, but Bert seemed please, proud even.
"How did they cope when they found out? My Dad was gutted. To be honest, he was hoping my mother's blood would slip right past me. Kinda hard when I look exactly like her." she smiled slightly.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANOVA on Aug 29, 2011 12:54:15 GMT -5
Having someone to talk to about this kind of stuff was nice for Bert, he rarely ever had it. As people you mock him for being muggle born. "Well I have an older sister, Tilly she's in her seventh year, so she'll be leaving soon and thank goodness for that!
Me Mum and Dad we're kinda shocked at first but they got over that and accepted her. But when I got me letter, me Dad proper went off on one. Yelling all the odds about how weird I was and that first I wasn't the son he wanted and now I was a wizard.
Yet a few years later my younger sister Jessie got her letter, she's in her third year I don't mind her as much. But me dad didn't mind, he even said he was proud of her. Which I found really unfair.
But if you even bring up that I'm a wizard in front of me Dad he'll just start with the shouting all over again! Me Mum tries not to talk to me incase me Dad gets more angry. And Tilly just tends to bully me a lot about it and get angry at me because I get Dad angry. And then Jessie just tries to dodge me.
So yeah, that's me sad little life!" Bert chuckled afterwards. He was unwanted in his family, but his friends in Hogwarts were his new family now, so all that other stuff didn't matter!
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Post by ESTER VIOLA-MIDNIGHT HESTON on Aug 30, 2011 6:22:45 GMT -5
"Oh Bert, I'm sorry." she half smiled. She did something she would normal do, she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and him a reassuring squeeze.
"People who are like that don't matter, I've learnt that the hard way." She said calmly.
"Now, what was your plant? Devil's snare? I know something that will help." she grinned. "I think." she laughed a little. they had reached the bottom of the stairs and she jumped, spinning around, her layered skirt puffing up, luckily she had dark tights on. She looked very, dark. Her white tee with black print, Black, short rah rah skirt, thick chunky boots, heavy makeup, her dark long hair loose, finger-less gloves, a couple of necklaces on. It was Saturday after all, you were free to wear what you wanted. She looked different though, there was a gleam in her eyes that wasn't normally there, a bounce in her step.
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