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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

"I suppose you could be right," November said, his little brow creasing with heavy thought, "and it's some sort of story they tell every new student... But then, it's rather a nasty joke, isn't it? I mean, what if someone ran in headfirst? They might get really hurt...." All the same, it was better to approach with the idea that it was a trick in mind, even if they were wrong, it was better than rushing in with the idea that it wasn't.

He nodded at the other boy as he spoke up, let another small smile slip through. "Yes, that's, that's very clever... I've never tracked anything before, but, that's okay, like you said, just look for the scratches on the ground, right?" He tugged his massive trunk closer to the divide, then bent down onto his knees to search for any markings on the ground. "I thought maybe there was a brick to press like the way you get inside the alley, do you see any bricks that look funny or odd?" He looked up to Green in the midst of his searching, directed a pleading glance first at him, then towards the wall, before going back to hunting for scratch marks.

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

Strength: 6 | Agility: 10 | Control: 10 | Stamina: 4

Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

Green furrowed his brow, nodding to himself as he listened to November's analysis. "Yes, I think you're on the right track there. If students began arriving at Hogwarts with head injuries, there would be talk about it somewhere. I mean, look at all the articles about Rugby. No one listens to them, mind, but they're out there," he gestured grandly, staring out at the train station as if it were the great beyond. "Reassuring the injured that the world knows of their plight; comforting the scholarly who would like school to prioritize education over brain damage. But ah, what poor sports we would be if we were to deny the masses a spectacle," he murmured, kicking gently at the wall. "... Maybe that's it. Maybe we needed magical spectacles, and nobody told us. ... Nah, they'd have jumped at the chance to sell them," he muttered.

"Hmn," he hummed as he tapped a hand on the bricks, inspecting them. "No individual brick looks funny here, no. My father did say it was necessary to close your eyes," he said, trying that. His hand searched along the wall up and down, eventually coming down to pat November's head gently. "... You know, you have remarkably silky hair," he murmured, deadpan, before returning his fingers to the wall, searching.

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

As the other boy went on and on, November's small, skittish smile began to grow and grow and grow, until he was grinning widely, letting loose tiny gales of fluttering laughter. He thought maybe he liked this strange angry little boy, thought maybe he liked him a whole lot. Yes, he was rather scary and unpredictable at first, but now he was positively delightful. November thought that perhaps he'd like to listen to his strange little stories and rambles for quite a long time.

His little hands scratched across the cold tile floors beneath their feet, carefully scrutinizing each individual tile before, yes. There were scratch marks, scratch marks that looked like wheels. They raced right up into the center of the wall, and-.... Gone. "I did it!" he beamed, "I found the tracks that go into the-.... Oh-.... Oh my....." November's eyes went wide as he felt the other boy's hand on his hair, stroking him like one would the head of a cat, and heard the words that accompanied this. "I-.... Um-.... Thank you...." He felt his face heating up, and was sure he had turned red as a beet. "Maybe... Um... Maybe we should try, kicking it with our eyes closed...."

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

Green grinned as the boy started laughing, a surge of victory rising in his chest. Yes, this strange, awkward giant appeared capable of laughter after all; his sharp green eyes glittered at November in a mixture of merriment and smug pseudo-victory as he looked down at him. On a whim, he winked at the boy, smiling wider. Let's see how he took that.

"Ah, but yes," he said, looking immediately back at the scuffed red-brick wall as he dragged a hand through thick brown curls. "I think you're onto something there. Those marks couldn't possibly extend that far without going through the wall itself... and here, look, scratches from carts that did bounce off," he pointed out, gesturing at a few hook-shaped scratches. "Should I start first, Silky? I'd have less distance to fall if I do tumble over. And you'd probably be better able to catch me than I would be at catching you. Just imagine that, tumbling down to the pavement with a crack, splitting your skull and all that blood," he tisked his tongue, shaking his head. He didn't know why he wanted to get this awkward fellow's goat, but he did. Every time he could make the boy stammer instead of having it happen without his permission was a small victory.
Last edited by Rainier Green on 29th September 2018, 4:09 pm, edited 2 times in total.

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

November went quite red indeed at that wink, his dark eyes growing wide as dinner plates as the other boy lifted the floodgates on a torrent of unfamiliar and forbidden feelings. "I-...." he stammered, rearing back a little as if the little boy might bite him, but then he managed an awkward, wavery smile.

He shifted back onto his feet then, once more towering over the other. "But, um, yes. The bricks. Right." Trying to cool the flames of awkwardness that had erupted within him, he shifted, fidgeted, straightened his clothing. "Yes, maybe you should sta-.... Silky-...." And so soon after he had only just regained his composure, too. Slowly, his cheeks began to heat like a teakettle left on the stove, his body utterly still as it attempted to process and simply wound up overclocking instead.

"Um-.... My name's-.... My name's November," he mumbled at last, finally figuring out why the other boy had so immediately shifted into mortifying pet names, "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, I just, well, you know...." He sighed, shifted, couldn't quite look the other in the eye. "What's your name?" he finished at last, daring himself to look the other in the eye already and get the whole awkward exchange over with.

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

Oh, what a remarkable shade of pink. This boy would be fun. And it helped that he was so large. He seemed a bit of a shrinking thing, but even so, perhaps the prospective predators at their destination would think twice before approaching them, particularly if they stuck together...

"No need to apologize," the boy purred self-satisfiedly, clearly enjoying his effect on November. "I didn't tell you mine, either. It's Green," he ennunciated, extending a hand to shake. "Rainier Green, technically, but I do prefer just 'Green.'" he shrugged. "Favorite color. And I like for people to know what I represent," he added, chin tilting up.

"November Morsus," he hummed, tasting the words. "Oh, that's an unusual one. But pretty, yes. Morsus, is that a pureblood name? It sounds so very familiar," he tilted his head, looking November up and down as if it might be stamped on him somewhere, like a 'made in China' seal. "Impressive nevertheless. And it never hurts to tell people it is, even if it isn't," he added, gesturing. "Some types will give you advantages for things like that, you know. And every advantage counts." He grinned at him. "Now, if I fall backwards, you'll catch me, yes?"

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

Oh, what a remarkable shade of pink. This boy would be fun. And it helped that he was so large. He seemed a bit of a shrinking thing, but even so, perhaps the prospective predators at their destination would think twice before approaching them, particularly if they stuck together...

"No need to apologize," the boy purred self-satisfiedly, clearly enjoying his effect on November. "I didn't tell you mine, either. It's Green," he ennunciated, extending a hand to shake. "Rainier Green, technically, but I do prefer just 'Green.'" he shrugged. "Favorite color. And I like for people to know what I represent," he added, chin tilting up.

"November Morsus," he hummed, tasting the words. "Oh, that's an unusual one. But pretty, yes. Morsus, is that a pureblood name? It sounds so very familiar," he tilted his head, looking November up and down as if it might be stamped on him somewhere, like a 'made in China' seal. "Impressive nevertheless. And it never hurts to tell people it is, even if it isn't," he added, gesturing. "Some types will give you advantages for things like that, you know. And every advantage counts." He grinned at him. "Now, if I fall backwards, you'll catch me, yes?"

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

"Green...." November smiled at that, letting the name roll around on the tip of his tongue. He thought perhaps he rather liked the taste of it, the shape of it on his lips. "It is a very pretty color..." This prompted a tiny little fountain of awkward giggles. Goodness, why was he even acting like this? Why did he care if this boy thought he was being weird? Everyone thought he acted weird....

He went still, however, at the mention of his own name. "Oh, I-.... I don't actually, know..." His little shoulders drooped. "I mean, it could be...." He was just making this even more awkward in his futile attempts to disguise the fact that he hadn't the faintest clue who his real family was, in fact, considered himself to have none. "Do you really think I should just, say it is? What if people know better?" One hand drifted idly to his mouth, where he began to nibble delicately at his fingernails.

"Of course I'll catch you!" he insisted, shifting himself into position behind Green already, ready to snatch him up as soon as he ricocheted off the wall like November was so sure he would do. "Alright, ready-...."

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

As November giggled, Green grinned at him wide, eyes laughing with his laughter for a split moment; then he blushed, looked away a moment, looked back with wide open eyes as he tried to compose himself again. Though he didn't try too hard. "So what if people think they know better?" he huffed, tossing his bangs, head tall. "People are wrong all the time. Just tell them as much with the right kind of smile, and then it's their job to disprove you," he asserted. "And it never hurts to give your enemies more work. Give me those," he said gently, taking November's hand from his teeth, brushing his fingertips over his nails as if to smooth them. "No need to ruin a good manicure."

He handed November his hand back gently. "Ready? Good," he said, looking back at him, bracing himself. "I'm trusting you." So saying, he took a deep breath, braced himself on his bag, and kicked forward hard.

Letting out a soft cry, he slipped backwards on cement, gasping, hands flying for something to hold onto. The bag fell over beneath him, and he yelped in terror as he looked down at his lower self, seemingly bisected by the wall: everything below his knees was gone.

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

"Well, um, what if I'm lying?" November asked, his brow creasing as Green directed him to simply speak with utmost confidence that he knew every detail of his mystery family, "I mean, I could be, and someone else might know better than I. And then everyone will catch me out in the lie and-.... Oh-...." He froze like a baby fawn as Green reached up to pluck his hand from his lips, as casually as if he was plucking a ripe apple from a tree. "I-.... Um," he murmured softly as Green smoothed his fingers over November's, causing his pale hand to tremble.

"A-alright, let's just, oh-..." Green was already braced to kick open the wall. He gulped, tried to shake the strange, hazy thoughts that Green's hand in his had prompted unbidden in his mind, and crouched in behind him, waiting to catch him with bated breath.

And catch him he did, though not for the reasons he was expecting in the least. His soft dark eyes went wide as Green's lower half simply shot through the wall, just as they'd been told it was, and almost didn't snatch him up for the shock. He moved at the last second, however, and Green plummeted onto his lap and not the hard and unforgiving cement.

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

Green's eyes had went hard and serious at November as his doubts began to surface. "Never admit it when you've been caught in a lie," said Green. "Unless the incontrovertible evidence is in front of everyone. Otherwise, there's generally some doubt to work with. And apologizing rarely gets you any grace," he huffed. "So what point is there in it?"

Yet Green was looking comparatively graceless now, the breathing having huffed out of him, his eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. "Great googly moogly, what was that?" he squealed, terrified. Looking left and right with wide, fearful eyes, he snatched November up by the hand and rolled off of the other boy onto one knee, grabbing his bag with the other. "Quickly," he urged. "We've got to get through there..." So saying, he rolled backward into the wall, dragging his bag along with him, though it scraped along the ground with a terrible din.

Green puffed out onto the other side with a gasp, eyes rolling wide at the old fashioned platform, the bright red steam engine, the many students in their robes waiting on the platform. Waiting on the platform with their families.

He rolled back over to November's side quickly, leaving his bag. "Come on," he urged, breathless.

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

November pondered this strange notion as Green huffed and wheezed, that even if he was caught, that he just insist the others were wrong. Well. If Green were correct, that would help him quite a lot when it came to, things he'd rather keep hidden.

It was these thoughts, as well as the sensation of Green's warm, light body in his lap, that left him utterly dazed until Green snatched up his hand again, yanked him through the wall-that-was-not-there. He barely had time to snatch up his own massive trunk, which rolled and clattered along like an iron maiden behind him.

November's eyes went wide as he took in the entirely new platform behind the false wall, and once more, his slender body froze. There was so much to take in, from the magnificent steam locomotive chugging steadily towards them, to the bustle of robed figures on the platform, to the owls and beasts in cages upon their suitcases. And.... Yes, he noticed as well, all the families, all the hugs, all the loving, tearful goodbyes.

"Yes, right, don't want to be late then," November said, and you could hear him steeling himself in his voice, see it in the stiffening of his body as he grabbed his trunk, bore onward.

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

"Right," Green said in reply, gulping. His voice waved. His eyes locked on an older woman wrapping a boy his age in her warm embrace, and he felt his stomach flop with what he decided must be envy. He held November's hand, trying not to think.

"So you're just going to drop me off, and that's it?" Rainier objected. "Everyone else is going to be dropping their children off. I'll be the only one who's there all alone."

"And so...?" sighed Anthony's droning voice, the shiff, shiff of sliding bundled roots onto store shelves the only sound to punctuate the otherwise deathly silence in the shop. "Aren't you always going on about how you're not like other boys your age? Go on, then. Prove it," he mumbled, eyes trailing over his stock.

Rainier's lips tightened. "It's - it's dangerous. Someone could very well snatch me up," he pointed out.

"They won't," Anthony droned. Rainier hated that tone. The certainty of it.

"They could," he pointed out. "And even if they didn't, it would look wrong. I thought you said you wanted to keep up appearances."

Anthony stiffened as if slapped; slowly turning to Rainier, his eyes narrowed. "You are going to make that last bit of journey on your own," he said quietly. "And that is final."


And now here he sat.

Green's jaw hardened. He squeezed November's hand.

He wasn't alone. "Look at them all. Turns my stomach," he scoffed at the lot of them, snorting.

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

"It must be nice," November sighed, his narrow shoulders drooping slightly, his eyelids doing the same. "I wonder what that's like...." He had to assume Green didn't have any family either, but then, that made two of them, and two, in its own way, wasn't ever truly alone.

Green's attitude certainly wasn't any better than his own, and November just sighed, struggled to tug both the smaller boy and his towering luggage over to the edge of the platform. "At least we're not late," he sighed, not sure whether he was trying to comfort Green or himself. He could feel the warm gusts coming off the train as it chugged steadily closer to them, turned to face it as the wind tossed his dark hair.

After a moment's pause, he began again. "Do-... Do you think we'll make friends there?" He spoke of the concept as if it were something completely alien to him, that tone of excited curiosity. "Oh, I should so like to have friends..." Once again, he allowed himself the tiniest of smiles, his hand squirming a little bit in its grip around Green's. "I mean, friends are like a sort of family, right?"

And it's a strange breed, a different kind of creature looks for love through the eye of a needle

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Ragged Things  PV November Morsus   Closed 

"True," Green agreed to November's optimistic observation that they were, at least, on time. "I imagine that being in a crowd of people at a fortituous moment is better than being on our own in an unfortunate one. God, what even happens if you don't arrive in time? They probably throw you back a year, damning you to a career of mucking out hippogryff stalls or something," he huffed.

Looking back up at November, he reached up to pat him on the back. "Of course you'll make friends! Already made one, haven't you?" he asserted, head tall. "And friends are better than family, really. Family's just there, whoever happened to be around when your mother popped you out. Friends, you choose. No limitations," he said, dragging his bag along, eyeing each face. A boy with coppery red hair raced past with his sister, filing into the car ahead of them; down the platform, a doughier fellow seemed to be having a particularly long, sad, wet goodbye with what might have been his grandfather. Green's nose wrinkled. "And there's no required touching with friends. You either want to, or you don't. No 'go be a good boy and kiss your auntie,'" he huffed.

"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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