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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 19:22:27 GMT -7
"Actually, her real nickname is 'Kitten.'"
WHACK!
"I repeat: Kitten." Derek grinned vibrantly, even as Charlotte hit him again. "Char is a good nickname too. It reminds me of coal."
"You'll be coal if you don't get rid of that ridiculous nickname." Charlotte grouched.
"Somebody is on her period~OW! That one hurt." Gently, he rubbed his soon-to-be-bruised arm.
"It was supposed to." Charlotte hissed, wishing she'd never mentioned womanly months that morning. It was the only reason he brought it up, she was certain. And likely wrong. Derek just had a sixth sense for his sister. "We're sitting at Slytherin, by the way, and so you are formally dismissed." In vain, she attempted to shoo her brother away.
Derek only grinned cheekily and followed the duo to the Slytherin table. He had no qualms with sitting in different places.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 19:26:38 GMT -7
Charon watched the sibling's actions with carefully-concealed surprise, especially when Derek made to sit at the Slytherin table with them.
Ties with Felix, his thirteen-year-old Hufflepuff brother, had always been... strained. It wasn't because they were in different houses - Charon may dislike a lot of other people, but he really wasn't as house-prejudiced as everyone thought he was... not quite - but rather because of what Felix was, and had been ever since the huge incident in the younger Lavyx's first year at Hogwarts; an incident that had been the fault of many, not just Charon, as his parents had initially believed.
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Post by Cute on Dec 14, 2010 19:33:02 GMT -7
Perla sat down on the Slytherin table, away from any interaction. She placed her arms on the table, resting her head on them. God, Hogwarts wasn't an enjoyable experience for her.
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 19:47:40 GMT -7
Charlotte settled down beside Perla and opposite of her brother. Derek plopped down, rather gracelessly, beside Charon. As Charlotte piled butter onto a slice of toast, she huffed in mock-annoyance.
“Charon, care to trade siblings? Permanently?”
“I’m wounded,” Derek clenched his chest tightly. “My dearest Kitten disdains me so.”
“Indeed, I do.” She punctuated across the table. The Lécuyer siblings fell briefly into a staring contest, one that Derek lost by a hair, before settling into a calm meal. Household rules drilled into their brains dictated that they keep bantering to a minimum at the table.
“Tell us more about your younger brother, Charon.” Charlotte suggested. “Derek knows next to nothing.”
“I know some things,” pausing to inspect his bacon, Derek concluded it safe. “I know that the Pole Star, or North Star, is aligned with Earth’s axis of rotation.”
“Less astronomy, more brotherly.”
“There’s a Little Dipper and a Big Dipper—”
“So Charon, Felix, was it?”
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 19:59:35 GMT -7
Charon looked up, his eyes focusing on Felix from across the room. "He looks like me, only with a healthier skin tone, and his eyes are... a different colour than my own. He's really shy, generally, of strangers. Really clingy once he gets to know you, though..."
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 20:11:16 GMT -7
Derek glanced across the table, his gaze sweeping the room until they finally landed on Felix.
“Shy but clingy,” Charlotte murmured the words. “I think I’ll keep Derek. He’s not clingy in the least.”
“I can be clingy if you want.” The cheeky grin returned.
“I’d rather you not.”
“As the little sister wishes.” Derek partially bowed in his seat. “So when’s his birthday?” By now, half of Derek’s food had disappeared into his stomach. Oddly enough, though, he ate with impeccable manners.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 20:20:13 GMT -7
Charon's eyes actually registered his surprise this time, and he shrugged bony shoulders. "May," he replied simply. "May 31st. He'll be fourteen."
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 20:28:00 GMT -7
“April showers bring Mayflowers.” Charlotte hummed, crunching her toast delicately.
“Fourteen’s a lucky number: it’s two sevens combined. Any ideas for presents yet?” With this question, Derek finished the last of his eggs.
Neither sibling appeared to note Charon’s surprise at being asked such seemingly odd questions.
“My birthday’s in August.” Charlotte offered. “I want a pony.” Her wicked grin and glinting hazel gold orbs indicated otherwise.
“I’m not getting you a pony.” Derek answered charmingly. “And I’m not telling you what you’ll get either.”
Charlotte’s wicked grinned melted into a mock-pout. Her methods of extracting information had failed, yet again.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 20:35:05 GMT -7
Charon raised an eyebrow. "It is only September," he said mildly. "I have not yet begun to think of what to get..."
"Oi, Char! That's where you ran off to!"
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 20:52:40 GMT -7
“It’s never too early to start thinking…” Derek answered.
Charlotte, forgetting that Charon’s nickname was “Char” as well, glanced confusedly around for the unfamiliar voice.
Decidedly, Derek spared his sister further confusion and indicated Charon. “This guy, Kitten, this guy. Not you.”
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 20:55:58 GMT -7
Robin all but flounced over to the table then, a satisfied glimmer in his eyes. "Jesus, man, I knew you got up early, but how long, exactly, have you really been up?" The Gryffindor winked at his Slytherin friend, sliding into the Slytherin table and ignoring the snide comment from one of the female Slytherins as he did so.
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 21:06:02 GMT -7
“Who’s that?” Charlotte mouthed across the table to her brother.
“Robin Arseno, sixth year, my house.” Whilst he answered, the young female Lécuyer carefully examined the newest arrival. For some odd reason, she felt he greatly resembled some famous wizard. What was his name again…?
“Potter!” Charlotte chirped; her eyes gleeful with remembrance. “That’s who. If only the hair were a tad darker and the eyes green, and perhaps the odd little,” she waved a finger at her forehand “Thing.” Shrugging, Charlotte carried on, “Then you’d look just like that Potter fellow.”
Derek appeared amused and entirely unaffected by his sister’s decisive comments.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 21:07:56 GMT -7
"Eh, what, me?" Robin asked, noticing the other Slytherin girl for the first time, and barely at that. "Why?"
Charon flicked his friend's head.
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 23:47:12 GMT -7
"Yes, you. Why?" Charlotte repeated. "Why, because you just do. I'm not the one that gave birth to you, much less made you resemble a famous wizard, so don't go looking to me for answers."
Derek's amused expression only deepened at the interactions between sister, Robin, and Charon. Whilst his sister was distracted by socializing, Derek slyly sneaked a hand across the table and snatched one of her remaining pieces of toast.
It appears that the younger Lécuyer wasn't the only one with a favoritism for toast.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 15, 2010 12:43:10 GMT -7
Charon noticed this action, and he allowed himself a faint smile as Robin smiled that smile of his, eyes sparkling as the Gryffindor, one year his junior, grabbed some foodstuff from the Slytherin table, cheerfully ignoring the dark glares being sent towards him and the other Gryffindor male.
"Tch. Their house not good enough so they have to invade ours?" This snide comment came from the aforementioned Rosell, who flipped a dark curl over her shoulder with another sneer. "Pathetic. Why, if the old Slytherins had ever seen our Prefect and Head Boy fraternizing with Gryffindors, they'd be casting Obliviate on themselves as soon as they could!"
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