Arya Celamine
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Post by Arya Celamine on May 6, 2012 11:32:32 GMT -5
"It's summer, for christs sake..." The twelve year old muttered to herself as she stomped up the stairs to the Owlery. What were her parents thinking, shipping her off to Hogwarts during the summer time? "Oh, it's for your studies, they said. You need to use this extra time to get ahead, they said." Arya let out an audible sigh, suddenly feeling silly for not being as excited as the other early bird first years at Hogwarts.
After all, Arya happened to be a pureblood. Isn't that something reveled in wizard society? She had no clue. Her entire life she spent with muggles, reading muggle books and enjoying muggle games. Sometimes her parents even suspected that she wasn't a witch after all. They thought that somehow that ended up with a defected baby.
Of course her parents knew that was ridiculous, as she had went through all the signs of being a witch that their other children had gone through. At the end of the day, she was just a lazy muggle worshipper who would rather ask questions about muggle technology than how to properly pronunciate spells and create love potions, or whatever it is that young witches are into.
Reaching the top of the Owlery, she sat down and started talking to her grey-blue owl. "Do you think being a witch may end up being fun after all?" The owl cocked its head to the side in confusion. "You're right, I'll enjoy this more once the term actually starts." Arya raised her hand and began stroking the birds feathers, thoughts of how these owls were trained began to enter her head, blissfully distracting her from her homesickness and her slight craving for muggle food.
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Post by Kelsey on May 6, 2012 16:31:14 GMT -5
with the Ravenclaw's craving for muggle food... tacos rained from the ceiling. Also meant to get members to get their RPG butts there. Seriously. Free tacos.
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Arya Celamine
Ravenclaw
First Year
the power of the riff compels me.
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Post by Arya Celamine on May 6, 2012 16:40:05 GMT -5
It's raining tacos, hallelujah. Arya of course started devouring their deliciousness. However, with the amount of tacos that magically started falling from the ceiling, there would be no way for her to eat them all by her lonesome! don't deny the free tacos.
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Post by Braxton Lee on May 6, 2012 20:43:33 GMT -5
Braxton was trudging up the hundreds of thousands of stairs to get up to the owlery. His parents had finally written him a note asking of his welfare, his life, etc. etc. Each family member had taken the time to write a little message and at the bottom, his little seven year-old sister, Sunhae, scrawled a little heart. When the family owl plopped in front of him at breakfast, he pretended like it was no big deal, but to be honest, he had been craving the society of his family. Everyone here at Hogwarts seemed pretty confused. They seemed to think it was abnormally dismal to be here in the late summer, but Braxton whole-heartedly agreed with the idea. Besides the bouts of homesickness that seemed to plauge the boy, Braxton loved to explore the halls and the grounds of Hogwarts. He loved the mountain scenery and craved a nice hike on their peaks. Really, Hogwarts was an incredible place.
After taking ten breaks while walking up the stairs, Braxton approached the door to the owlery. It really stunk of a smell he couldn't classify, and the shrieks of the owls seemed to be magnified a hundred-fold. He pulled the door open and saw a strange sight indeed. Strange objects, that he suspected were the awful smell he had sniffed outside, were falling from the sky, and a girl was eating them quicker than Braxton could eat a bowl of Ramen. He looked around for some other person that could verify that this was indeed real, but there was no one to be found. His eyes widened with alarm and he finally mustered the strength to shout, "What that heck?" There were so many questions left unanswered, but he could hardly say anything else. After all, it was rather awkward to just stand there gawking, so he found his way to a little owl and quickly tied up his note before returning to the strange oddity that he had happened upon.
"Ummmmm ... not to be rude or anything, but what exactly are you eaaaaating?" he asked in what he meant to be a very cool and manly voice, but came out in a roller coaster of tones and cracked words. Give him a break, he was nervous. Nervous that this girl was a lunatic. As a pure-blood, he had never experienced any type of magic like this. As a Korean, he had never seen food like this either. After he could retain a little self control, Braxton shook his head and took a deep breath. "I'm Braxton, by the way. AndISureHopeYou'reNotaLunatic." Yeah ... he was right on his way to becoming the coolest guy in school. He picked up one of the strange objects falling from the ceiling and wrinkled his nose. "That smells awful!" he exclaimed, "How can you eat this stuff?"
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Arya Celamine
Ravenclaw
First Year
the power of the riff compels me.
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Post by Arya Celamine on May 6, 2012 21:49:40 GMT -5
Amongst all the chaos created by the tacos and owls, Arya hardly had time to register the shrill 'What the heck?!' she thought she had heard shouted. Who cares about all that hooplah! Her concerns were the superb meat, cheese, lettuce and taco sauce all wrapped up in a soft tortilla. She had no idea where the tacos came from, and nor did she care. Ignorance is bliss, she thought, just as all her Muggle friends parents would tell them when they began asking questions about the world. I could really use something to drink... mmmm like some good soda pop. I could settle for some wat-- oh holy crap.
Her thoughts were disrupted when she realize she hadn't imagined a person being with her in the Owlery. Arya's shock quickly turned into a coughing fit, her cheeks flushed red from how embarrassing her eating habits must be. Oh, the horror! She thought, wiping her mouth with her robe and putting a quick smile on her face.
"Tacos! They're tacos." She said, her silly grin turning into a frown. This boy hadn't heard of tacos before? Jeez. And what was going on with his voice? Arya was all for people avoiding monotonous drone but a level range of tones would be easily appreciated. "Hi Braxton, nice to meet you! I'm Arya of Ravenclaw!" Her voice was warm and welcoming. If there was one thing she could receive credit for, it'd be her people skills, as simple as they were. Did he just say he hopes I'm not a lunatic? Sheesh. I must have really looked ridiculous... "I'm sorry about that, I just haven't eaten Muggle food in some time and... well, I love everything Muggle. Being a Pureblood, I just kind of find it fascinating!"
Arya wanted to hit herself for her tangent. After all, this newcomer probably really just wanted to run away from the crazy taco monster, not listen to her go off on how awesome Muggle stuff is. But really, it'd be hard to blame her for excessive talking. She'd probably do anything to put that dreadful scenario behind her. I bet this kid is going to tell everyone about this. "Awful?!" She exclaimed, quirking her eyebrows and opening her eyes wide in shock. "They're delicious, go on, try one! Pleeeaaase?"
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Post by Kelsey on May 6, 2012 22:41:49 GMT -5
once more, upon the girls desire, vanilla coke started raining from the ceiling instead of the meat filled delights. As everyone is aware, vanilla coke is the finest soda around. Ready to quench the deepest of thirsts, although it does have the tendency to make tacos soggy... you can't win them all.... *end of random happenstance*
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Post by Braxton Lee on May 7, 2012 8:59:34 GMT -5
This was an incredible sight. The girl, finally seeming to take notice that someone other than herself there, seemed to be rather embarrassed. She was wiping her face off like a mad woman, and Braxton felt laughter bubbling at the pit of his stomach. Knowing that this would probably be viewed as rude to others, he clenched his lips together and smirked instead ... he probably looked constipated. But the laughter would stop. When he couldn't hold it in anymore, the humor of the situation overcame him and he was laughing harder than he had in a long time. The "taco" in his hand was starting to fall apart, and grease covered his hands, but that didn't stop him from wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. After a few deep breaths, he said, "Tacos ... eh? I've never seen anything like this in my life!" and that was true. Like what was said before, he was so unused to English food. Kimchi and noodles were a staple in his home. Roast beef and biscuits were slowly ebbing into his appetite, but this was incredibly weird. Why would anyone stuff meat and veggies and cheese into a hard shell?
Ridiculous.
The girl introduced herself as Arya of Ravenclaw, and Braxton stuck out his overly greasy hand in return. "Even though I am partially convinced you are from another planet, it is nice to meat you." HAHAHA. He found some punniness in this situation ... what a knee slapper. He chuckled and grabbed another taco from the ground, trying hard not to think about the fact that owls live and also poop on the very same floor. "So this is Muggle food? I'm a pureblood myself ... but I have never really found Muggles ... fascinating." He trailed off into a slightly awkward silence. It was true, he had never actively sought to find out more about the world around him. After all, he was perfectly happy knowing that he was a wizard. Braxton definitely knew his niche in life, and really felt as though it would be breaking some kind of quo to leave it. "How on earth did you find out about tacos in the first place, if you are a pureblood?" he asked Arya slowly, the thought slowly growing in his mind. "Do your parents approve of this?" He asked this not because he was prejudiced against others as a pureblood, but he knew that others were very set in their ways ... to say the least.
When faced with the prospect of actually eating one of these strange tacos, Braxton was suddenly anxious again. "These are good?" he asked incredulously. "But the smell awful ..." after looking down at his hands he continued, "and I think this taco just emitted enough grease to cause a heart-attack." Thousands of excuses flooded Braxton's mind, but they were all weakly put together. Plus, this girl seemed to be a tad wiser than him, and there was no way that she would see him quaking in his figurative boots over a silly thing like a taco. So he mustered up his strength and raised the taco in a toast. "If you insist ..." and he raised the taco to his lips, fully expecting to be disgusted.
But something wonderful was happening in his mouth ...
The grease that was so disgusting on his hands seemed to magnify the delicious flavor of the ingredients within. The delicate crunch, the slightly melted cheese. It was a whole new world ... and he promptly began to stuff his face, with the same fervor of the girl. He had caught the lunatic fever. With mouth stuffed he turned to Arya and said, "Fisss is duhlicious!" And then soda began to fall from the sky. Braxton brushed the surprise off and continued to stuff his face, occasionally pausing to swallow and take a drink. Everything seemed rosy, like a whole new dimension of his life had been unlocked. His belly was so incredibly full, but when the taco was in his mouth, he couldn't feel it's added presence in his belly at all. "You are a genius ..." He said after another swallow. "This day should be written down in history or something ..."
So this was how it felt to be fat.
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Arya Celamine
Ravenclaw
First Year
the power of the riff compels me.
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Post by Arya Celamine on May 7, 2012 16:34:43 GMT -5
... What a jerk!
Arya frowned in disdain when the boy started laughing uncontrollably after seemingly having an internal conflict over whether or not he should laugh. Although, after a few moments, she did realize how ludicrous the scenario was. There she had been, eating tacos like a hungry hippo with a bottomless pit for a stomach. She was a growing gal, as far as anyone should be concerned, she really does just have a black hole where her stomach should be. "You've never seen a taco before?" She asked, after she stopped laughing. The surprise still took her. "That's it, I'm going to drag you to London one day and force feed you English food until you know how awesome everything is!" And Arya wasn't joking one bit.
A greasy hand was extended to Arya, and she took a millisecond to ponder whether or not to shake it. Her hand was a little greaseball too so there would be no harm! Arya shook his hand enthusiastically and then giggled at his terrible pun. "Lettuce eat, yeah?!" She grinned from ear to ear and watched him pick up a taco off the ground. "Well, what's your name?" She asked, after realizing he hadn't said it in the first place. Quite the weird etiquette this boy has. "Not really, my parents think I'm weird..." She trailed off, trying to think of what to add. "They just want a bunch of perfect magical children and well, I am magical! I just like learning about other cultures I'm not apart of, I suppose." That seemed like a good answer, and an honest one at that.
Why did he seem so nervous about eating food? Did he believe Arya would poison him or something crazy like that? Reasonable enough, I'd probably be paranoid, too... She thought, so she just shook her head with as much enthusiasm as her handshake had and said, "no, no, no. No heart-attacks." Wide eyed and excited, she waited for him to take the first bite.
And, oh, boy, when he did...
"It's delicious, right?!" Arya chirped. Ha! She knew he'd enjoy it. "Thank you, thank you. I know I'm a genius, no need to remind me." At that moment, it started raining vanilla coke from the ceiling and her new friend was stuffing his face. It was her time to start a fit of giggles, which she promptly did. "So, this is Hogwarts? What a crazy place..." Arya said. "Tacos and raining soda, heh."
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Post by Braxton Lee on May 8, 2012 16:54:20 GMT -5
Go to London ... simply to eat English food? Was Braxton really missing out that much? He shrugged his shoulders and responded to the girls incredulous questioning. "Do I look like an English guy ... or whatever makes tacos ... to you?" he said with raised eyebrows. In his mind, he was very Korean, almost to a fault. It was always incredible to him that more people didn't recognize that he was completely different from everyone else. "Hey, do you think I'm going to follow a crazy person to London ... if you didn't try to poison me, you'll kill me with your tacos" Braxton said in reply to her rather forward suggestion, internally recording that she was completely serious. But curiosity was going to be the death of him. No matter how much he wrinkled his nose in protest, he knew that he could always be persuaded to try new things. If they weren't completely disgusting.
Braxton's pun was met with another, equally silly pun and he found himself laughing again. "Lettuce," he chuckled, "I get it!" What a knee slapper. As Ayra embraced his handshake, he realized that he hadn't properly introduced himself. "Uhmmmm. Hello, Ayra of Ravenclaw," he began, focusing, "I'm Braxton." He had never been great at introductions, preferring a stellar entrance to proclaim his name. With those awkward introductions out of the way, he felt easier and directed his smile to the girl. "Introductions are silly. Why do I need to know your name or the name of anyone here? It would make things a lot simpler." After all, English names were incredibly difficult to remember.
As Ayra explained the situation with her parents, Braxton realized that no one in Hogwarts must have come from a normal home. There was always some contention involved with the other students and his parents. "Your parents sound demented," he said, attempting to be comforting. What do you say when someone shares a part of their soul with you? "Personally," he continued, "I can't be bothered either way ... muggle or magical. I don't mind being ignorant about those things." Did her parents really feel this way? Braxton understood that this was a very common magical prejudice, but to make a kid feel bad because of an interest struck a bad chord with him. He repeated his earlier question, varied slightly. "How did you find out about the muggles if your parents don't encourage you?"
But that was enough deep thinking for him.
He continued to plunge into the growing piles of tacos and he wasn't dissatisfied. After having 10 or 20 more, he looked up at the girl and grinned, "You said you were in Ravenclaw, right? I guess they were serious!" He had had his share, and leaned back against an owl pedestal. Braxton probably had eaten enough tacos to last a lifetime. "Yeaaaaaah. I guess we're stuck in this place for the next seven years, so we'd better enjoy it." Suddenly, a crazy thought entered his mind. He stood up suddenly and said with a sly grin, "Hey ... about going to London ..." Maybe this English food wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Arya Celamine
Ravenclaw
First Year
the power of the riff compels me.
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Post by Arya Celamine on May 9, 2012 18:48:24 GMT -5
Oh nooooooo, I offended hiiimmm. Arya thought dramatically. "Well," she started smoothly, trying to use her most suave speaking tone. "tacos actually originated in Mexico so..." That was right, right? If she was remembering correctly that would have been the origin place. Not that it really mattered, after all, this boy hadn't ever seen a taco prior to this day. "Since I'm so crazy I think it'd be more dangerous for you to not follow me around. You don't wanna make me upset!" She stuck out her tongue and started munching on another taco.
Braxton, Braxton, Braxton, I need to remember that. You see, Arya had been gifted with a lot of, erm, gifts, but remembering names was not on that list of swell talents.
"Demented?" Arya started laughing. "No, they're not bad at all! They're just purebloods, is all." She wiped her hands on her robes and stood up. She could tell all this talk about family "issues" or whatever you could call it was making the young Slytherin uncomfortable. She felt kind of like a mood killing wretch for a brief moment but, alas! What could she do? "Well, I went to muggle schools before I came here to Hogwarts. I learned through my muggle friends! You've never been friends with muggles before?" She quirked an eyebrow, once again surprised. "You're weird."
Once again, a wild grin shot across Arya's face. "Yeah, about London?" She inquired, trying to pretend to be oblivious to his obvious curiosity. "Well..." She patted her belly and slightly nodded. "After all these tacos, I say we ought to go and burn off all that meat and cheese." In all honesty, Arya hardly cared. She had the metabolism of an elegant race horse, and would probably be hungry soon before they reached London. "I'm going to take you to so many places!" She chirped, grabbing Braxton's arm in an attempt to begin dragging him through the door and down the owlery steps.
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