I guess I'm joining now
Sun Sep 30, 2018 22:13

“A ghost?” Anssi echoed, baffled at how a moving blanket was supposed to be a ghost. He could not claim to be an expert about ghosts, but from what he did know for certain, ghosts were mostly or maybe always people, and they could sometimes be invisible. He also knew for certain that blankets couldn’t be ghosts, because in order to be a ghost it would have to be alive first and then either dead-but-not-all-the-way or dead-but-coming-back-alive-a-small-bit. (The exact details of that part he was not very sure of. Ruben knew much more about it, or at least he was guessing that his brother did because of the strange book he had found when re-packing his ryggsack after the holidays. The book had been tucked in the crack between Jocke’s video-game shelf and the wall, and it had an art-y picture on top that Jocke would probably like, but he could not imagine it belonged to him. The title was in a strange language and he could not open it when he tried.)

Then a hand poked out from under the blanket, followed by part of a face, and Anssi finally learned that it was not a magicked blanket after all but just a small boy under a normal blanket - well, most likely just a normal blanket. Definitely not a blanket magicked to be moving by itself. His pause in confusion was only a pause and not for good, though, because next the boy waved at him in a panicked type of way calling that he should come quick before ‘they’ saw him. “‘They’?” he echoed, blonde eyebrows doing a curving-in thinking-frown that made them stop blending in with his skin like normal. But he followed anyways and ducked down to join the younger boy underneath his blanket, adjusting the Quaffle under one arm so that he had the other hand free to hold the blanket away from his face. Now that he was this close to it, Anssi could that he was not really a blanket but more like a bed-sheet. It was light and clingy and drifted towards his nose when he breathed in.

Still holding the blanket sheet off from his face, the Draco House student shuffled around a bit so that he was sitting crossed-legs on the ground. “Sooo,” he began, drawing out the word as he looked over to the boy and tried to decide where to be starting with all of his confusions about what was happening. “Who is ‘they’? And how is a bed-sheet making you into a ghost? And also why are you wanting to be being a ghost?” That seemed like such a random thing to want to do, but the boy looked younger - maybe one of the first-year students, but maybe not. Anssi did not have a great memory for the names of other students, and he knew better than to be guessing how old they were. There was a large chance that he would get both wrong anyways. Setting the Quaffle down in his lap, he used that hand to adjust the scarf around his neck while listening to the younger boy’s answers.

  • Just trying to blend in - Eugene, Sat Sep 29 12:37
    Eugene flopped about on the ground, growing increasingly agitated, he was sure the sheet had gotten bigger and grown to cover the entire Quidditch Pitch, because no matter how much Eugene rolled... more
    • I guess I'm joining now - Anssi, Sun Sep 30 22:13
      • Once you're in there's no going back - Eugene, Wed Oct 3 19:07
        You couldn’t give away secrets to just anyone. That wasn’t how it was supposed to work. So Eugene was going to have to make sure the blonde boy wasn’t ‘just anyone'. “I’m Eugene, ‘they’ are the... more
        • Down and down and deeper - Anssi, Mon Oct 8 17:36
          The younger boy introduced himself as Yoo-jeen, which took him a bit by surprise. Not that it was an unusual name. There was a big variety of different names at RMI, and Anssi was very aware that his ... more
          • Looks like I caught a mole - Eugene, Thu Oct 25 08:43
            Eugene, at least in theory, understood that foreign peoples lived at RM, for example, his brother’s girlfriend was from Wales, an island where people worshipped sheep and never, ever , ate them. But... more
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