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Post by sticky on Jul 8, 2005 11:15:47 GMT -5
Brass heaved open the huge Great Hall doors with obvious difficulty, one arm weighted down by a rather ugly squashed carpet bag, the other holding a brightly colored bag filled with sweets. She popped one in her mouth, levitated a few feet, and looked around.
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Post by navrathrons on Jul 8, 2005 11:25:01 GMT -5
Navra dragged herself, her large trunk on small squeaky wheels and her small portable pet kennel (that was whimpering) through the entrance hall archway, and slowed her trunk to a halt as she spotted a girl hovering a few feet about the ground. Navra was floored. She came up to the girl, eyed her suspiciously, and then asked polietly if the girl was a sorcerer.
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Post by sticky on Jul 8, 2005 11:47:59 GMT -5
Brass snorted with laughter, and through her giggles, managed to articulate, "No...it's a levitating sherbet- a candy- want one?"
She realized how awful it felt to have people laughing at you, and managed to stop. This girl also didn't look like the sort who appreciated being laughed at at all- her hair, mass quantities of eyeliner, and darker-than-doom clothing combined gave her a definate air of aggression.
Brass wanted to stay on her good side.
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Post by navrathrons on Jul 8, 2005 11:57:55 GMT -5
Navra grinned at the girl's candy offer, and then introduced herself.
"Well, thank you. And I'm Navra Throns," She reached her hand up to shake her hand. "But hold on," Navra said, glancing back at the kennel that was now squealing, "my pet," (she said this with disdain) "a whippet, needs to be let out." Navra strolled over to the kennel and wrenched open the metal door forcefully. The whippet slunk out, with its tail perpetually through its legs. It peed all over the floor, but Navra managed to jump out of the way and swear before it soaked her shoes.
"This stupid dog, I didn't even ask for a crap breed like this," she spat, picking it up and shaking liquid off it's hind legs for it while it squeaked and whined. She set it down and patted it. Then she took her wand from a pouch within her robes and clean the mess up with scourgify.
"So about that sherbert ball..." Navra grinned at the floating girl.
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Post by sticky on Jul 8, 2005 12:07:03 GMT -5
Brass was taken aback by the way the girl treated her animal. Even though he was quite pathetic and peed an incredible amount for such a wimpy looking little creature.
"Er..I'm Brass Hewitt. Here's a sherbet." She passed the strange girl a brightly colored candy, giving what she hoped was a friendly smile. "Do you want anything else? I have loads...muggle candy rivals wizard, don't you think? I mean, nearly every other wizarding invention is loads better than it's muggle counterpart. But really. Who invented gummy bears? Cinnamon sugar covered almonds?"
She stopped, realizing she sounded like a psychopath.
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Post by navrathrons on Jul 8, 2005 12:23:25 GMT -5
Navra stuck the candy in her cheek and her body instantly rose a few inches above the ground. She rolled it around with her tongue.
"Oh, yes, I've had these before, they're great," Navra smiled, taking a few steps and enjoying the levitating enchantment. "But I really don't know what muggle candy is, I've only tried some once, after my parents brought home some from work once. I only had something that was cherry flavored, I think that it was just a sweet to suck on. It was pretty good, but I like wizarding treats better because of the magic. But then sometimes the magic interferes, for instance, once I had too many of those peppermint creams that are shaped like toads...you know, the ones that "hop realistically in the stomach!" and I threw up this cream colored mixture that croaked. It wasn't very fun, so I guess muggle candy is good because it's safer."
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Post by sticky on Jul 8, 2005 12:45:19 GMT -5
"Yeah," replied Brass, popping another sweet into her mouth. "So. You just arrived as well? Hogwarts is incredible. When I got the letter I was so happy- though my family wasn't very surprised. Most of us are wizards, except for a few. And I'd been showing signs of magic for a little while- when I would make mud pies for fun out in the garden or wherever, they would turn into real pies. And I a few times I made things explode. How did you find out?"
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Post by navrathrons on Jul 8, 2005 14:46:10 GMT -5
"Er," Navra said, sucking on her sweet pensively. She felt her feet touch the ground as the candy was reduced to crumbs. Her whippet circled around her legs nervously.
"I kind of knew that I was going to be a witch. I come from a long line of purebloods, so I guessed that I would get here someday. But nothing really happened to me, I just received a letter one year, and so I packed my bags and came. It's not that i'm a squib," Navra rolled her eyes and laughed. "it's just that I don't seem to have much talent with a wand. I mean, my spells are always really weak, but it's not me, it's just my resevoirs of magic, you know? They were low to begin with. But apparently I have enough magic to go to wizarding school, so I'm fine with it. And to protect myself I've got my fists, which are always more reliable than some flimsy wand."
Navra purposefully forgot to mention her foresight, which Navra knew was the real reason she was accepted into Hogwarts. But last time her secret had gotten out horrible things had happened, so Navra was planning on biting her tongue untill she found somebody who was trustworthy.
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Post by sticky on Jul 8, 2005 15:01:08 GMT -5
Brass backed away a little at the word pureblood. They were well known for being rude, arrogant, and dismissive of anyone who was not as much of a "true wizard" as they were. She knew too well- her family had been written off when their long line of pureblood ancestry was broken when her grandmother married a common muggle englishman.
"A pureblood? Well I have a question for you to take to your family. How can you scorn muggle borns then when even you have such weak magical abilities? How can you justify treating "mudbloods" as though they are less then you, when mixed bloods have been known to be the best wizards there ever were?"
Brass hadn't meant to say it. Maybe it was the way the girl dressed- how she acted like she was so reserved, but her clothing so obviously portrayed her "pain inside", an obvious plea for attention. Maybe it was some strange urge to avenge her grandmothers shame and isolation. Maybe it was the fact that she was so far from home.
All she really knew, is that she had said it, and probably just lost herself a friend.
She popped another candy into her mouth.
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Post by navrathrons on Jul 8, 2005 15:10:18 GMT -5
Navra glared at Brass and gave a small, humorless bark.
"Well, then, if you want to go by stereotypes, I could call you a mudblood, if you'd like," she spat, her face contorted with fury.
"As a pureblood it does not mean that I discriminate against muggles, and if you are too small minded to imagine that, I would also like to tell you that I strongly oppose everything to do with pureblood pride, and I hope that the sorting hat will see through my ancestry, unlike you." Navra growled. "I won't deny that through my family ties I am connected to horrible wizards, but that should not be enough for you to determine what my opinions and views are."
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Post by sticky on Jul 8, 2005 15:20:50 GMT -5
Brass turned bright red- half with embarrasment and shame from getting in a fight within the first five minutes of arriving at Hogwarts- and she NEVER fought- and half from being yelled at.
"Well I'm sorry," she said sharply, stuffing her bag of candy into her robes and hoisting her carpetbag over her shoulder. "But if you don't want people to get the wrong idea about you, I would recommend not wearing all black, and talking about protecting yourself with your fists. People make mistakes you know. I'm not exactly in surroundings I'm used to. And just as I got the wrong impression of you, I hope you don't get the same opinion for me. I never, ever address people like I just did you. But I don't really think that your reply of yelling at me, and insulting me back was very mature either. If you think you are so above everyone else just because you are in pain- think of someone else for a change. Other people are hurting too."
Brass walked off as fast as she could, her face burning. She couldn't believe she had just made herself sound like such an idiot- she had sounded like some muggle soap opera.
Brass was really craving sour straws. Maybe the fizzy acid coating would burn off her idiot tongue.
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Post by navrathrons on Jul 8, 2005 15:36:53 GMT -5
Navra's face inflated with badly contained frustration. She wanted to shout at the girl that she had her reasons for dressing the way she did, and for teaching herself how to fight. It helped to be forever prepared for the worst as her visions showed her every single way she could die in every single reality.... and the funny thing was that Navra was growing bored with seeing her death and others around her for the millionth time.
Navra stormed over to her trunk and her unnamed dog's kennel. She grabbed them and dragged them angrily in a direction, anywhere out of the room. The whippet followed, quivering around her ankles.
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