[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Gregory Jones[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Train to Hogwarts
[b][u]Interacting:[/u][/b]Eva [@WhiteStar19]
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Gregory's hat followed his head as he nodded in agreement. It would be much better for them and in turn, for Greg. He was always worried about them, still in Newark without a man in the house. What if someone broke in while they were home and he wasn't there to protect them? He tried not to think about those kinds of things too much, they just made everything worse than it actually was. "[color=ed1c24]You're right, I know it, you obviously know it. Doesn't mean I can't have nice happy thoughts about the prick walking into a woodchipper.[/color]" He grinned at this thought, as if he'd found a twenty underneath his pillow from the tooth fairy. "[color=ed1c24]Hey, I learned how to tie my shoes at [b]least[/b] five minutes before I met you, swear to God and on my ma's grave,[/color]" he joked, kissing his free hand and moving it in the pattern of the cross in front of his chest.

Gregory snorted when Eva said he couldn't live without her. However much it felt like he was missing his better half, he'd never admit it to his best friend. To put that on top of her being his Captain, oh he'd never live it down! It'd be the cherry on top of the whip-cream, to complete her ego sundae. At news of what her father thought of him, Slick's eyebrows shot up in surprise and bit of indignant hurt. "[color=ed1c24]He should come and see the real scum of Hogwarts! A dirty Jersey boy like me is nothing compared to say... Lucas or Kemp.[/color]" But his fingers had stopped for a moment, frozen by the surprise at hearing her father's honest opinion of him. He hadn't expected such a harsh judgement. "[color=ed1c24]What horror stories have you been telling them, huh?[/color]"

Gregory had pulled her forward on the seat, so she was more in front of him and he didn't have to reach behind her. Eva sure had a high pain tolerance, that was for sure. "[color=ed1c24]He's got one thing right, I am the bad influence out of the two us. The only difference between you and me, is that I actually listen to good sense and you have it.[/color]" He grinned back at her, perfectly hiding the little amount of hurt he felt hearing that. To most people, if he wasn't a mudblood he was most definitely a hoodlum. Eva being one of the exceptions. Her next question nearly made him blush, though! Maybe she was indeed the bad influence. But Gregory felt a little obliged to answer when he felt her intense stare boring into the top of his head.

"[color=ed1c24]You want the details? You got 'em. First, you need to stop leaning back dammnit. I'm trying to loosen you up so it's easier to pop you back in. Second, I didn't sleep with such a plethora of women, I'll have you know! Third-[/color]," at that moment, Greg brought his right thumb over the protruding joint, lifted and turned her arm until he felt it slide up to the socket, and then slowly [b]pushed[/b]. Eva would definitely feel the pain, until he heard an audible pop from her shoulder. It was in! And probably a huge relief, Gregory had knocked his own shoulder out a few times during some scraps and knew the whole ordeal was damn painful. Pretty soon it might be his party trick to pop the damn thing out and in with ease. "[color=ed1c24]Third, you're all fixed up.[/color]" He smiled broadly, happy that he managed to help out Eva. "[color=ed1c24]But if you really must know, it was one girl. A smoking hot latina one of my boys hooked me up with at a party. Other than that, a gentleman never tells.[/color]" Which was complete bullshit, but he'd spare her the lurid details, for her own mental health. He sat back and looked at her face, which seemed to have a faint flush, which worried him. He tipped back his hate at the front brim, so he could get a better look at her face. "[color=ed1c24]You okay, Eve? You're lookin' a little flushed, still in pain?[/color]"

[center][h2][color=00a651]Charles Kemp[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Train to Hogwarts
[b][u]Interacting:[/u][/b]Lucas [@WhiteStar19] Johnson [@HushedWhispers]
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Charles took his right hand off of the paper to clutch to his chest theatrically. "[color=00a651]Oh, that truly huurts, Lucas,[/color]" he feigned in a convincing tone of petulance and unhappiness. His eyes were wide as he looked at Lucas, as if questioning how he could say such awful things. Then he was laughing, a throaty chuckle that was a bit contagious. "[color=00a651]I don't buy my way into success, Lucas. You should know that. You have to take what you want for it be of any worth, not just throw money at it. Although you wouldn't know anything about true sacrifice, would you Weston?[/color]" He delivered this statement with a playfully raised eyebrow and a challenging smirk. He nearly laughed at Johnson and his nearly puppy-like agreement, nodding at his master's every word. Or nearly as pathetic, but Charles didn't let such opinions color his face.

They always seemed to think he solved every problem with his wealth, but that was simply not the case. Most of his achievements and awards had been achieved through hard work and talent, as well as his early magic schooling. It was probably easier for them to believe what they wanted to, seeing themselves not measuring up to an underclassmen. "[color=00a651]I didn't do it to flaunt my wealth, I did it took make my life easier as only I can. My driver didn't ask me if I wished for him to follow me, he simply did. The same with my luggage. Jeffrey is a remarkable servant after all. And the car, isn't it just amazing? Not at all like those dirty muggle things, it doesn't produce any carbon emissions and runs solely on charm work! A project my father wanted me to test drive.[/color]" 

He wouldn't deny to these two that he had paid a bit of the staff and students here and there to keep hush about sensitive matters. Or that he threatened others for the same effect. He had the power over these sheep, so he used it, simple as that. Johnson seemed to have asked him a question, making Charles come out of his short reverie. He had zoned into his own world when Lucas decided it was an appropriate time for a wardrobe change. "[color=00a651]Oh Johnson, you should know better than I what great things might come of this year,[/color]" Charles said with a hint of meaning, being subtle for the fourth and unknown boy. "[color=00a651]Other than that, I plan to take first rank in the scholastic scores. Secondly, it's my belief that this year my team will take the House Cup this year. They face some extraordinary penalties otherwise.[/color]" 

After that last statement, Charles was once again enjoying the thought of putting people in their place. He shook out the paper to give it rigidity once more and began reading again.