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Caelum looked up at the new arrival, completely unsurprised at what looked to be a respectable girl -- at least when comparing her to Risty or Tide. The mission seemed to be attracting all sorts of folks from all walks of life; deep colonists and UNES natives alike.
At least she was a normal Psyche with normal social interactions, save the floating I.D. Before she could answer her, however, the captain wandered up and took over.
And then Caelum's brain fizzled out as she tried to process the last part, '...like any elderly lady I'm sure it's as adequate on the inside.' Elderly lady. Adequate on the inside. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily until she pulled herself together enough to respond, "Yeah, what he said. I'm Caelum, the pilot, and that fellow there is your Captain. Glad to have you with us."
The pilot tried to beckon the First Officer over with a wave, but she figured the girl would catch on soon enough. Turning towards Thomas, she mused, "I think we're ready to go. Ten people, the entire crew." Without giving either of them a chance to reply, she stepped up the ramp into the cargo bay -- staring bemusedly at the attempt at a poker game starting -- and wandered towards the security door that led to the rest of the ship. Typing in a password to the ancient electronic locking system on the side, it slowly opened with a theatrical groan.
"Right folks! I'll tell you all about what we're going to do once we're in the Black. Until then if you'd kindly put any of your hand-luggage in your rooms and wait for take off to... acquaint yourself with the ship." Pausing for a second, she hastily added on. "Through this door and up the ladder to the next floor to get to the rooms. Four ladies and four menfolk to a room, save the cap'n and First Officer. I'm sure you can judge for yourself which is which. I'll be at the helm if you need me, but if I need you I'll just use the tannoy."
Caelum promptly turned on her heel and started up the aforementioned ladder, feeling the strange case of deja vu returning.
At least she was a normal Psyche with normal social interactions, save the floating I.D. Before she could answer her, however, the captain wandered up and took over.
And then Caelum's brain fizzled out as she tried to process the last part, '...like any elderly lady I'm sure it's as adequate on the inside.' Elderly lady. Adequate on the inside. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily until she pulled herself together enough to respond, "Yeah, what he said. I'm Caelum, the pilot, and that fellow there is your Captain. Glad to have you with us."
The pilot tried to beckon the First Officer over with a wave, but she figured the girl would catch on soon enough. Turning towards Thomas, she mused, "I think we're ready to go. Ten people, the entire crew." Without giving either of them a chance to reply, she stepped up the ramp into the cargo bay -- staring bemusedly at the attempt at a poker game starting -- and wandered towards the security door that led to the rest of the ship. Typing in a password to the ancient electronic locking system on the side, it slowly opened with a theatrical groan.
"Right folks! I'll tell you all about what we're going to do once we're in the Black. Until then if you'd kindly put any of your hand-luggage in your rooms and wait for take off to... acquaint yourself with the ship." Pausing for a second, she hastily added on. "Through this door and up the ladder to the next floor to get to the rooms. Four ladies and four menfolk to a room, save the cap'n and First Officer. I'm sure you can judge for yourself which is which. I'll be at the helm if you need me, but if I need you I'll just use the tannoy."
Caelum promptly turned on her heel and started up the aforementioned ladder, feeling the strange case of deja vu returning.
Jimmy totally flirts with everyone but I don't see any reason why he can't have a liking for Tessa. Quiddich rivals + Jimmy'll be laying down the charm, if that sounds okay?
Hnnnng. She'll be like, 12 years older so maybe Jimmy's aunt? Son of Siobhan's oldest brother or something. I totally messed up the siblings, unless--
Hmm... She could be his older sister by 12 years, I suppose, which would make him born next year in this universe. A surprise child. Parents just gotta be super fertile x)
Hnnnng. She'll be like, 12 years older so maybe Jimmy's aunt? Son of Siobhan's oldest brother or something. I totally messed up the siblings, unless--
Hmm... She could be his older sister by 12 years, I suppose, which would make him born next year in this universe. A surprise child. Parents just gotta be super fertile x)
Sure! I'm guessing it would probably be Jimmy MacFusty, since Anthony's a sour git :D
Maybe something to do with Quiddich?
Maybe something to do with Quiddich?
I know that feel *pats*. Was pretty much me all yesterday 'cos everytime I sat down to write a post it seemed someone had something for me to do (like lift things down from tall shelves).
Yay for big brother + younger sister combos! Overprotectiveness ahoy!
By the time Kyle had entered the Great Hall, it had filled up with a cacophony of noise -- the sound of hundreds of students conversing and arguing all at once. Siobhan watched the Slytherin table in particular, watching as individuals from that house started alternating between whispering together and occasionally shooting glares at the Gryffindors. Despite her house having a 'good' reputation, she was sure the lions were doing the exact same thing.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was Kyle's attempt to come over to talk to her. She was sure her eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled involuntarily at the effort. He really did want to stay friends, and wasn't just blowing smoke.
Of course his new Slytherin friends would hold him back. She was a Gryffindor. For all Kyle seemed ridiculously smart and cunning -- enough so to get into his desired house -- he really was a Hufflepuff some times. Siobhan would have to take matters into her own hands. The Sorting Hat hadn't said she wasn't sly enough for Slytherin, just that she was brave enough to do stupid, stupid things.
Stupid, stupid things like walk over to her brother in Slytherin and tugging on his sleeve to get his attention. It was practically ruin any friendship she might have ever had with the girls in Gryffindor, but Siobhan found herself caring little about them. Besides, she was Alistair's little sister first and foremost. While she didn't expect his friends to be so... dangerous, or for him to be so important in his year, she knew he was still a MacFusty. Clan MacFusty took care of their own (and dragons).
Alistair didn't jolt in surprise, probably having seen the garish red and gold of her robes coming, but turned around with a crooked grin. He didn't look upset. "Siobhan," he greeted. "Fearless enough to come to a den of snakes, eh?"
"Snakes are overrated," she replied, but she was far from subtle enough to hide her beaming smile and rushed in for a hug. "And I had to show off my family connections, as you often say. Maybe then Kyle will be allowed to, y'know, talk to me."
Alistair returned the embrace, if a bit tense. Almost as if he was putting on a mask, an act to show his table his support for her. She wondered, if a bit too late, how having a Gryffindor sister would affect his social life. "How very Slytherin of you. Except it's sort of ruined by the fact that whatever you did to your tie is horrible." With that, he untied it for her quickly, much to her embarrassment, and tapped it with his wand. Instantly, the tie sprung neatly into place. The true Slytherin thing to do would've been to strangle her with it, of course. "Classes start soon for us, which means your schedules will probably be... over by McGonagall. I bet my hat you have Transfiguration first."
Siobhan took the friendly dismissal for what it was, happily skipping off as Alistair turned to stare at his own housemates as if to dare them to challenge him. She didn't miss the confusing way he tapped his wrist with his finger, but shook her head as she walked by Kyle on her way back to the Gryffindor table. "See you later!"
Again, in hindsight, she hoped she hadn't just ruined Kyle's prospects for friendship as well.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was Kyle's attempt to come over to talk to her. She was sure her eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled involuntarily at the effort. He really did want to stay friends, and wasn't just blowing smoke.
Of course his new Slytherin friends would hold him back. She was a Gryffindor. For all Kyle seemed ridiculously smart and cunning -- enough so to get into his desired house -- he really was a Hufflepuff some times. Siobhan would have to take matters into her own hands. The Sorting Hat hadn't said she wasn't sly enough for Slytherin, just that she was brave enough to do stupid, stupid things.
Stupid, stupid things like walk over to her brother in Slytherin and tugging on his sleeve to get his attention. It was practically ruin any friendship she might have ever had with the girls in Gryffindor, but Siobhan found herself caring little about them. Besides, she was Alistair's little sister first and foremost. While she didn't expect his friends to be so... dangerous, or for him to be so important in his year, she knew he was still a MacFusty. Clan MacFusty took care of their own (and dragons).
Alistair didn't jolt in surprise, probably having seen the garish red and gold of her robes coming, but turned around with a crooked grin. He didn't look upset. "Siobhan," he greeted. "Fearless enough to come to a den of snakes, eh?"
"Snakes are overrated," she replied, but she was far from subtle enough to hide her beaming smile and rushed in for a hug. "And I had to show off my family connections, as you often say. Maybe then Kyle will be allowed to, y'know, talk to me."
Alistair returned the embrace, if a bit tense. Almost as if he was putting on a mask, an act to show his table his support for her. She wondered, if a bit too late, how having a Gryffindor sister would affect his social life. "How very Slytherin of you. Except it's sort of ruined by the fact that whatever you did to your tie is horrible." With that, he untied it for her quickly, much to her embarrassment, and tapped it with his wand. Instantly, the tie sprung neatly into place. The true Slytherin thing to do would've been to strangle her with it, of course. "Classes start soon for us, which means your schedules will probably be... over by McGonagall. I bet my hat you have Transfiguration first."
Siobhan took the friendly dismissal for what it was, happily skipping off as Alistair turned to stare at his own housemates as if to dare them to challenge him. She didn't miss the confusing way he tapped his wrist with his finger, but shook her head as she walked by Kyle on her way back to the Gryffindor table. "See you later!"
Again, in hindsight, she hoped she hadn't just ruined Kyle's prospects for friendship as well.
Um, he didn't say them out loud. Sorry if it wasn't clear!
Anthony Stuart
Not for the first time in his life, Anthony was considering the life of a truant. Not only would it get him out of his least favourite class (when would he ever use Care of Magical creatures?) but it would also give him time to sate his thunderous mood in an attempt to not get expelled for hexing someone.
By someone, he meant David, who was not even worthy in his mind of a nickname like 'Scruffy' anymore. Though he didn't hate the boy -- it was hardly the first time such an insult against his parents had been insinuated -- he severely, extremely, definitely disliked him, mostly for ruining what could have been a good day.
The Stuart heir slipped into the crowd of Hogwarts students, trying his very hardest to stay at the fringes. Crossing his arms, he came up with as many scathing insults against the (kind, he reluctantly admitted) half-giant for forcing him to come outside on such a miserable morning for a class.
A light breeze caught his hair and, of course, blew it over his eyes. Merlin, he hated life.
Not for the first time in his life, Anthony was considering the life of a truant. Not only would it get him out of his least favourite class (when would he ever use Care of Magical creatures?) but it would also give him time to sate his thunderous mood in an attempt to not get expelled for hexing someone.
By someone, he meant David, who was not even worthy in his mind of a nickname like 'Scruffy' anymore. Though he didn't hate the boy -- it was hardly the first time such an insult against his parents had been insinuated -- he severely, extremely, definitely disliked him, mostly for ruining what could have been a good day.
The Stuart heir slipped into the crowd of Hogwarts students, trying his very hardest to stay at the fringes. Crossing his arms, he came up with as many scathing insults against the (kind, he reluctantly admitted) half-giant for forcing him to come outside on such a miserable morning for a class.
A light breeze caught his hair and, of course, blew it over his eyes. Merlin, he hated life.
Siobhan rolled over with a muffled groan, her back and neck stiff from sleeping at the bottom of the bed rather than on the pillows. What time even was it? She guessed it was sometime before seven, probably, given that the skies outside were still dark and cloudy (as she expected to be the norm for a castle in Scotland). Though the rest of her roommates were still fast asleep, the youngest MacFusty simply couldn't lie still, buzzing with anticipation at a day of proper wizardry.
That, and she was used to getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to check on the hatchlings. It wasn't so big a deal.
Taking in her uniform to the toilets, Siobhan quickly got ready, brushing her teeth and running her fingers through the tangle that was her curly hair. With a moment of hesitation, she threw the Gryffindor tie round her neck haphazardly. For a second, she had considered going without it in rebellion against the Sorting Hat's decision, but she remembered Kyle's declaration of friendship and grinned. She'd be fine... as long as she remembered the way her mother had taught her to tie a tie.
Wandering downstairs for breakfast, half-feeling her way in the dull grey of the early morning and hoping that she wouldn't fall down a trapdoor, she found herself in the Great Hall. It was near empty, save for a handful of students from each house -- the most from Hufflepuff. Hard-working indeed. This time she didn't have to think twice at sitting down at her house's table and serving herself a hearty breakfast, especially since all she had done was pick at her food the previous night.
She wondered when Kyle would come in. Or Alistair. Or Maggie. Maybe Slytherins were heavy sleepers?
That, and she was used to getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to check on the hatchlings. It wasn't so big a deal.
Taking in her uniform to the toilets, Siobhan quickly got ready, brushing her teeth and running her fingers through the tangle that was her curly hair. With a moment of hesitation, she threw the Gryffindor tie round her neck haphazardly. For a second, she had considered going without it in rebellion against the Sorting Hat's decision, but she remembered Kyle's declaration of friendship and grinned. She'd be fine... as long as she remembered the way her mother had taught her to tie a tie.
Wandering downstairs for breakfast, half-feeling her way in the dull grey of the early morning and hoping that she wouldn't fall down a trapdoor, she found herself in the Great Hall. It was near empty, save for a handful of students from each house -- the most from Hufflepuff. Hard-working indeed. This time she didn't have to think twice at sitting down at her house's table and serving herself a hearty breakfast, especially since all she had done was pick at her food the previous night.
She wondered when Kyle would come in. Or Alistair. Or Maggie. Maybe Slytherins were heavy sleepers?
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