Practise roleplay - The Newbies Lounge

[Faye Moon]

*Faye freezes, eyes wide and starring at the book in front of her.*

*That voice sounded... Familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.*

*Lifting her head slowly she looks at the man now kneeling in front of her, holding out one of her wayward ink bottles in hand. His face was still mostly covered by his cloak, but she could now make out the slightest bit of stubble along his chin and just a hint of glasses frames, their metal sparkling in the light of the room.*

*Nerves jangled through her as reaching out, with a trembling hand, she carefully took the bottle from him, trying her hardest to not let her skin touch his.*

*She tried to politely thank him, as her grandmother had taught her, but the words stuck in her throat. There was something about this guy, something niggling at the back of her mind telling her that he wasn't dangerous, but still....*

*All she could manage in the end was a sharp nod in thanks before she turned away to finish shoving her stuff away. While she wasn't looking a book she forgot she'd taken out, Hogwarts: A History remained on the floor, her blue and bronze stripped tie sticking out to mark her page.*

*After setting all her things back up the way she wanted them, Faye paused with a quick look at the bar. She'd been studying for a while, and although she still had little to show for her progress, decided that rewarding her somewhat hard work with a Butterbeer wouldn't be too bad...*

*With a quick "Scrougify" at the spilled ink, and one last nervous glance at the still kneeling, strange man, Faye move over to the bar, settling herself two stool's down from where the man's drink sat, and placed her order.*

(Hey thanks for helping me, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this...)

[Harry Potter]

She'd recognised him...

Harry felt an anxious lurch in his stomach and quickly tipped his head forward so the hood of his cloak cast his face into even deeper shadow. "You're welcome," he murmured, barely audibly, keeping his head down until the girl had stood up and walked away.

Slowly, he pushed himself back to his feet and sidled back over to the bar where his drink was sitting. The girl was quite close to him now but, although he'd thought she'd recognised him, she hadn't said anything... or tried to kill him, which was always a plus. His hand was clasped around his wand inside his pocket nevertheless. He'd just finish his drink then leave, he thought to himself as he wrapped his hand back around his glass.


((OOC; No problem. I'm glad you're getting used to it. ))

[Faye Moon]

He was nervous. That much was obvious to Faye from where she sat.

But why? Why would a full grown man be afraid of a Hogwarts student?

Especially one stupid enough to spill her stuff everywhere.

Maybe he was someone important to the war.... But then why would he be here, in this lounge, and not out there fighting? These were dangerous times, and there were better places to stop for a drink.

More importantly, if he was fighting, then what side was he on?

Either way Faye knew she could be in trouble. If he was a Death Eater he might just attack her because that's what Death Eaters were supposed to do. Terrorize the young, curse puppies, eat death and all that.

And if he was on Potter's side... Well, then it was her "duty" to bring him in... Right?

That's what Grandma would want... Faye turned away from the man, not wanting to be caught staring as her mind wandered.

Grandma would expect me to Body Bind this person and bring him straight to the Dark Lord to prove my worthiness... But what if he's a no-one? And besides, it's not like I WANT to do that...

Faye gave herself a harsh shake. This was getting her no where. Besides, this strange, mysterious man could just be a random person stopping in for a drink. Just because she felt something was wrong with him didn't mean anything was.

And even if he was in the war, it's not like he'd know who SHE was. This person could never rat her out to Grandma, would never know she was supposed to support the Dark Lord.

Willingly or not...

That's right. She'd lived carefully enough, made sure she stayed unimportant and innocuous. She was safe.

Still, the strange feeling this man gave her didn't settle well with that notion. Setting down her bottle that she couldn't even remember finishing, she hurried to her stuff, packing away the last of her books.

She gave the strange man one more quick look, and a small nod of goodbye, before racing to the door, trying her hardest not to trip.

As she slid out of the Lounge the man still haunted her. Hell, it could have been Harry Freakin Potter for all she knew. She laughed to herself at the impossibility of that idea.

[gabe]

Would anyone be interested to play with me? I'd like to play Proudfoot, but patently awaiting the reply of the Admins, so, yeah, I'd like to practice rp in the meantime.

[Silvery Bletchley]

Gabe,

You should use the Pinboard to request roleplays. Also, your avvy is too large, please stay within the size limits specified in the Decrees. If you haven't changed it by tomorrow it will be deleted.

Thanks.