Joey
All in consensus here
Thu Aug 16, 2018 22:51
2001:56a:720c:1f00:d07a:508f:164a:75d6

Right quick Joey found himself having to open his eyes up again, because his partner was back to talking and talking shut-eye wasn’t polite. Well, unless it was sleep-talking. Paige had a problem with that, and also sleep-walking, which was one thing he definitely wasn’t going to miss about being away from home. Getting woken up randomly by his sister creaking the door open and sitting on his bed and rambling about whatever nonsense - all while her eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes open - was funny once on a while, but not when it cut up his sleep over and over. But if he’d learned anything from last night, aside from that jetlag portal-lag was a pain, it was that his new roomie wasn’t gonna be an issue. Or at least, if he was a sleep-talk-and/or-walk-er, it didn’t kick in until the wee hours, at which point Joey had been finally and properly conked out. One benefit of portal-lag, he supposed.

“Elliot?” he repeated, just to make sure he’d heard right, since it wasn’t a name he thought he’d heard before. “Aces. I’m Joey. Not like the critter, and nah, I don’t jump.” This addition was paired with an automatic roll of brown eyes as he anticipated some joke would be brought on by his name. There was always a joke or four. Unsurprisingly, not many Aussies were named Joseph, at least none he’d met. His auntie was one of the most stoked about cracking jokes on him, and that’d been helpful, for real; it got him prepped to roll with it and kept him from holding it too personal when other kids got funny (or ‘rood’, as he’d taken to citing it, because roos).

“And I dunno, I don’t think I did anything set? Probably just on accident. My folks are polar,” he commented as he mentally stacked them up to Elliot's description, free hand idly fidgeting with the hem of his silvery robe sleeve. “Dad’s the magic one but he doesn’t really do it much all. He’s rip smart, he works with satellites and space stuff. I don’t reckon they got much need for magic. Mum’d be sick at teaching, I bet, but she’s Muggle. My aunty’s a teacher, though. Here, I mean. The culture class, ya know?” It was early enough they hadn’t even had their first Cultural Studies class yet, but presumably the other boy had seen it on his schedule or something. “She told me she was gonna announce it up front with the whole class. ‘Look at my nephew’ or whatever gib.” Joey’s eyes rolled again, his wandless hand now making air quotes around the words. “She’s big on threats, but in case she follows on, well now yer ready for it.”

  • As long as we’re all having fun - Elliot, Wed Jul 25 22:22
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    • All in consensus here - Joey, Thu Aug 16 22:51
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