Nolan
Burnt the fire in this place?
Tue Jul 10, 2018 18:00
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The new Aquila seemed real confused about why Nolan would want the pencil he’d loaned him back. And honestly, getting the pencil back didn’t matter—like, Nolan probably would’ve forgotten all about it if the kid had never returned it—but seeing one of his belongings immediately destroyed in front of him when he thought it was just gonna be used to write something down was a little jarring.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Nolan said, shrugging. “I got other pencils. Just a tip, maybe don’t use the word ‘borrow’ when you ask for something that you’re planning to toss on a giant bonfire. People will expect it back.” He had to question whether the first year had a total grasp of the English language, misusing the word like that, although he looked and sounded like a native speaker. Maybe he was just really loose on the concept of borrowing.

Must be a Muggleborn, though, Nolan thought, noticing the firstie’s reaction to the house elves. Nolan’s family didn’t have one, but some of his relatives did, including the Ramsey grandparents. Gaius was really getting up there and couldn’t hear too well anymore, but he was a damn good cook. The Cavanaugh side of his family employed actual domestics. It wasn’t cheap, but there were some advantages to working with humans instead of squeaky little elves. Personally Nolan preferred the house elf option. He was used to ordering stablehands around, but that seemed different than having a person work in your house. With a house elf you were pretty much guaranteed that they were loyal and would do what you asked.

Nolan passed on the bowl of noodles offered by that elf, but took a plate from the next one who came by. Nolan wasn’t quite sure what the food was—some kind of baked dish of layered eggplant, lamb, tomatoes, and cream sauce—but it looked delicious, and he’d never gotten something from RMI that he didn’t like. The sixteen-year-old grabbed a set of utensils too, and started scoping out the nearby elves for one carrying drinks.

Then he realized he didn’t know why this random first-year had just casually burned his pencil, and turned back to him. “Hey, so what exactly were you trying to accomplish there?” Nolan asked, partly curious and partly using the tone he took with Quint when the winged horse knocked over obstacles in the ring or kicked his tack off the wall. “With the pencil-in-the-fire thing. What was that all about?”

  • In what distant pencil case - Grayson, Sun Jul 8 15:31
    ”You know, when you borrow stuff, you’re supposed to give it back.” Grayson blinked at the older kid. He wanted the pencil… back? Grayson turned back to the fire and blinked again. He was pretty sure ... more
    • Burnt the fire in this place? - Nolan, Tue Jul 10 18:00
      • With what lead dare we write? - Grayson, Tue Jul 17 17:49
        ”What was that all about?” Grayson blinked at the older kid, then looked at the fire and blinked, then looked back to the older kid and blinked again. He wasn’t at all sure how to answer that... more
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