Professor Lilac Brockert
April 13, 2012 10:15 PM
My bubbles! by Professor Lilac Brockert
Time passed. Class was supposed to have started by now. Where was the professor? She had not yet arrived to the early morning class. About seven minutes after the scheduled time, Lilac burst through the doorway. Her grey eyes scanned the first and second years remorsefully as she shut the door behind her. “Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen,” she apologized. “I had some trouble waking up this morning.” She couldn’t wait until she got passed this morning sickness thing, especially since her silly bundle of joy seemed to think “morning” meant “three AM”.It was the first Transfiguration lesson of the year for the first and second years, and that meant three-fourths of the former hadn’t been acquainted with her yet (the one-fourth being the Teppenpaws, as them she had met). What a terrible first impression; she couldn’t remember ever being late before, and this was her fifth term teaching! “For those of you who know me,” smiled the brunette, “hello again. For those who don’t, welcome to Transfiguration! I’m Professor Lilac Brockert.”
A muttered “Orchideous” aided her as, with the flip of her wrist, yellow flowers sprouted from the tip of her wand. “Transfiguration is often referred to as the most difficult branch of magic, but don’t fret. I’m more than willing to assist you as we go.” The thirty year old removed the flowers from her wand and handed them to a first year sitting in the front row. “Here, have a bouquet.”
“Now,” she grinned, “Unless you’ve all gone wild and destroyed them, there should be a bottle on your desks.” They varied between pastel colors, but the size was generally the same, each containing about eight ounces of a mysterious liquid. A larger one in pastel orange—her private stash—sat on her desk, and she grabbed it, unscrewed the lid, and dug two fingers in the thin lip of the bottle. She retrieved the plastic rod with a ring on the end and blew through that ring. Bubbles lazily rolled through the air.
The professor smiled. “Now, watch closely, because this is the lesson.” She raised the tip of her wand so it was nearly touching one of the larger bubbles.” Igni Sintra.” She jabbed forward into the bubble delicately, but it did not pop. Instead, the inside of the bubble was transfigured to fire. Lilac touched the bubble with her palm. “The inside air of the bubble has been turned to fire.” It bounced from hand to hand. “If you’re cautious, you can touch it. It might be a bit warm, but you won’t be burned. Use your palm. If it hits something pointier like your fingertips, it may pop.”
As she spoke this whole time, notes appeared on the board behind her. Igni Sintra—turns the air in a bubble into fire. To cast, jab want gently into the bubble when incanting. Can be touched gently. May pop off sharp objects. When bubble pops, fire goes out. She didn’t verbally state the last part, but they would find it on their own when they wrote down their notes. “Go ahead and get your little fire bubbles going, and once you and your partner have both produced one, feel free to pass them back and forth or just blow bubbles.” She stirred the bubble rod in the bottle, pulled it out, and blew another bubble. “You know where to find me if you need me.” She’d be at her desk, playing with her own bubble mix as she watched diligently from afar.
OOC: Welcome and welcome back! Let’s see some nice creative posts, two hundred words minimum, don’t godmod for others, all of that good stuff. If you need Lilac, feel free to tag, and a reply will come up as soon as possible. On that note, happy posting!
Subthreads: How . . . strange by Thad Pierce, Aladren with Cepheus Princeton, Clara Abernathy
All the tiny Bubbles by Gareth Whitebriar - Crotalus with Aria Yale, Teppenpaw, Gareth
... by Angel Shield - Teppenpaw with Solomon Bensalem, Crotalus, Angel
Bubbles, bubbles galore! by Waverly Canterbury - Pecari with Aubrielle Thornton, Teppenpaw, Waverly , Brielle
Really? More fire? by Sairahiniel Light, Pecari with Arabella Brockert, Pecari, Sayre Light
...Are not working very well by Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw with Evan Brockert, Aladren, Lucille
Bubble, Bubble, Bubble, POP! by Meggie Brownbriar (Teppenpaw)
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Professor Lilac Brockert
My bubbles!
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Waverly Canterbury - Pecari
April 19, 2012 11:23 AM
Bubbles, bubbles galore! by Waverly Canterbury - Pecari
Waverly liked Transfiguration. Liking Transfiguration meant she arrived at class five minutes early instead of rushing in. In Transfiguration, she got to use her wand and she really liked being able to do some real magic. She sat down near the front and waited for their professor. And waited. And waited some more. It looked like her peers had finished trickling in and now it was just the professor they were waiting for. She looked around for a clock and realized that there didn't seem to be one in the classroom. Odd.Then the professor burst in and everything was normal again. Waverly picked up the pastel green bottle on her desk and recognized its shape immediately. Looking up and seeing Professor Brockert blow bubbles confirmed her assumption. Her green eyes lit up.
Waverly watched Professor Brockert eagerly, unable to wait to blow her own bubbles and light a fire in them. "Wow," she breathed softly, and didn't bother looking at the board as she uncapped her bottle. The bubble wand was drippy as it always was, and Waverly was reminded of summer days blowing bubbles and playing with her younger sister. She couldn't wait till Wendy came to school with her! She gently blew a whole bunch of bubbles in one breath and smiled proudly. She loved bubbles.
They seemed to be floating and surrounding her desk partner, and she gasped when one popped on their head. "Sorry!" she squeaked. "I didn't mean for them to all attack you. If bubbles could attack." She smiled apologetically. She blew bubbles again, this time trying not to accidentally aim them at her partner's face. "I just love bubbles," she sighed, and looked over at her partner again. "Don't you?"
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Waverly Canterbury - Pecari
Bubbles, bubbles galore!
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Aubrielle Thornton, Teppenpaw
May 03, 2012 1:44 AM
Bubbles, Bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink! by Aubrielle Thornton, Teppenpaw
Aubrielle was looking forward to going to Transfiguration for a few reasons. The first was because the Professor was her Head of House and her sisters favorite Teacher, Professor Lilac Brockert. The second was because she’d always wanted to learn how to change things into other things. The thespian knew that this could be a big help to her when she finally made it to the Broadway Stages. She left her room and skipped merrily to class almost like she was in the Wizard of Oz.She got there but there was no teacher. Odd… she thought to herself as she looked around at the others. They were looking at their schedules just as she was, but it wasn’t until minutes after the rest of the class had filed in that Lilac herself came into the room.
Professor Brockert apologized for being late and Brielle looked at her, somehow knowing why she had trouble waking up, but not wanting to say it aloud to the rest of the class or anyone else. B wasn’t sure about if what she thought was true as she hadn’t been told anything so she wouldn’t stress on it. Lilac introduced herself to those who didn’t know her and then saying an incantation made yellow flowers come out of her wand. “Cool!” she said, not caring if anyone heard her or not. Clara received the flowers and Brielle smiled towards her cousin happily.
Brielle had been busied when she walked in by looking at both her classmates and her schedule so she hadn’t seen what was on her desk in front of her. She did however, notice it when Professor Brockert mentioned the bottles. B looked at it and smiled a wide grin. She’d loved bubbles when she was little and she thought that this was a perfect start to welcome new students to the school. The purple pastel jar on her desk was smaller than Lilac’s orange one, but it was the same size as the other students. It made sense to the eleven year old and she waited to see what fun they would be making with the soapy bubbles.
Lilac made a note that this was where the lesson started and B watched carefully. She wanted to be sure not to miss a thing. Professor Brockert raised the tip of her wand and spoke two words, “Igni Sintra” and jabbed her wand into the bubble. It didn’t pop! No way! she thought as she glanced fast around the room, noting that one of the other first years was screaming and underneath his desk. Really? she wondered, but then shrugged and looked back to wards Lilac. The bubble was floating around with the air inside it having turned into flames. “That’s cool!” she said softly to the person sitting next to her, eyes still focused on the bubble in front of Lilac.
Notes appeared on the board behind the Professor and Brielle pulled out her book fast and took her notes down as fast as she could before pulling out her own bubble wand. When they were told to go ahead B smiled and looked to see who her neighbor was.
Aubrielle didn’t recognize the girl right away, but she thought she’d seen her talking to Clara and Amira by the Pecari’s on the first night there. If she was a friend of Amira’s and Clara’s all would be well if she was her partner. B looked on as the girl’s smile seemed to bring more bubbles from her bubble wand.
Brielle giggled and with her giggles came even more bubbles! Their desk looked like it was draped in the soapy spheres! One of the girl’s bubbles popped on top of her head and Brielle laughed happily. “It’s fine! Really, my little sisters used to do that to me all the time. I kinda miss it…” she said as she giggled again as one of hers popped on top of the other girl’s shoulder. “I’m sorry too!” she said laughing again as the other girl said she loved bubbles and asked if she did too. “I sure do. I think they’re one of my favorite summer pastimes!” she said to the girl as another one of the many bubbles popped right on the end of her nose. She wiped the soapy feeling off her nose and grinned at the other girl. "Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink!" she said, quoting from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory before grinning widely at the girl.
“I’m Aubrielle Reece Thornton. I saw you talking to one of my older sisters and my cousin at the feast, but I’m afraid I don’t know your name!” she said to the girl, hoping that this would not only be a fun pairing, but also the beginning of a wonderful friendship! The other girl looked like she had a lot of energy and Brielle always thrived on energy.
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Aubrielle Thornton, Teppenpaw
Bubbles, Bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink!
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Aubrielle Thornton, Teppenpaw
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Waverly
May 05, 2012 5:19 PM
Unless you drink the bubble? by Waverly
Wavery was making a mess of bubbles, but the good thing was was that they didn't pop and splatter everywhere. This unfamiliar girl, whom she assumed was a first-year, was just like her! Waverly and her little sister blew bubbles whenever they got a bottle of them. Her mom still put them into their Christmas stockings on Christmas Eve and it was always so much fun to blow them around the apartment. "Me too!" she said, excited to meet a kindred spirit. At this moment, she really liked first-years. It allowed her to use her older sister/motherly instincts."I have a little sister too and we blow bubbles all the time whenever I'm home. How old are your sisters? My sister Wendy is going to be coming to Sonora soon and I'm really excited. My mom said Wendy stole a cupcake just a couple days ago with magic and I was so proud." She giggled.
She even recognized the book that the first-year was quoting from and she beamed. "I love Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! Have you seen the movie and read the book?" She hadn't had much bonding time with other muggle-borns and she wondered if this girl would be the first.
Then she said she was related to Clara and Andrina and Waverly smiled. Maybe the Thorntons weren't muggle-borns, but they did Muggle things which was really cool! And different from the pure-bloods she knew so far. "I'm Waverly Canterbury," she said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you! That's cool that you're related to Andrina and Clara. It must be fun having them around." Overall, the Thornton girls she'd met seemed like a fun bunch. "You should come to my baking club with them! It's going to be in the Potions classroom." It never hurt to get a little publicity. "My mom's a baker so she taught me a bunch of recipes for cookies and cakes and brownies and stuff. And they're easy enough for us to do." She smiled brightly.
"Anyway, I guess we should get started on this lesson." Blowing bubbles was fun in itself, but she guessed she'd better get on with class. "Let's see, what was the incantation again?" She looked at the board to read it carefully. "Igni Sintra," she said. "Okay. Let's try this." She blew a handful of bubbles and resisted the urge to pop them or blow more. Instead, she took out her wand and said the incantation before poking her wand into the bubble. Except she poked it too hard and the bubble popped with a spark or two coming out of her wand. She was very glad she had turned away from Aubrielle then. The sparks flew at the desk and died out. "Whoa," she said, green eyes wide. "Um, do you want to try?" She turned to her partner with a little smile.
“I’m Aubrielle Reece Thornton. I saw you talking to one of my older sisters and my cousin at the feast, but I’m afraid I don’t know your name!” she said to the girl, hoping that this would not only be a fun pairing, but also the beginning of a wonderful friendship! The other girl looked like she had a lot of energy and Brielle always thrived on energy.
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Waverly
Unless you drink the bubble?
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Brielle
May 08, 2012 12:38 AM
Why would I want to drink soap? by Brielle
Aubrielle smiled at the girl she assumed was older when she agreed with her about how awesome bubbles were and that her little sister used to blow bubbles like that all the time too, just like the younger Thorntons did to her. “Really? You have a little sister too? Just one? Or more??” she asked excitedly. She was so excited that she felt bad when she kept talking without giving the other girl a chance to answer her questions. “My sisters? I have so many of them right now! Well, Arista is the oldest. She just turned 16 right before school started. Addison comes next. She’s 14, she’ll be 15 in June. After Addi comes Amira, she’ll be 14 in April so she’s 13 now. Then comes Andri, she is 12 and will be 13 in January. I’m 11, but turn 12 very soon! After me, comes Abigail who is ten and coming here to school next year I hope. After Abi comes Analea who’s turning 10 in March. Then Airlea turns 9 on Christmas, Ariel is 7. Aislynn is 6, Alixandria is 5.Our only brother, Alexander is 4. Then my little triplet sisters are 2 years old and Momma’s pregnant again! She’s due at the end of the school year. The new baby will make 16 of us!”Her cheeks flushed and changed into a bright shade of red almost to match Amira’s hair. “Sorry…” she said, having realized she hadn’t given her any time to answer her own original questions! “So tell me about your sister?” she said, trying to atone for her foolishness.
Once she’d answered her, Brielle made her comment from Willy Wonka and the other girl beamed and told her that she loved it. “I’ve seen the movie AND read the book!” she said excitedly, realizing once more that this would be a wonderful friendship! Not only does she love Willy Wonka, but she knows Amira and Clara! This is awesome! she thought as Waverly introduced herself by name and said that it was nice to meet her. B grinned when Waverly spoke highly of her sister and cousins and then mentioned her Baking Club.
“Baking club?!” Brielle said happily. “Really? That’s cool!” She loved baking, sure, she knew she wasn’t so good at it. But I’m better than Clara is! I’ve never set fire to our kitchen! she thought with a little giggle in her head. She loved her cousin like one of her siblings, and with love comes a little bit of making fun! “Your Mom’s a baker?! That’s even cooler!” she added, getting even more excited about the Baking Club and less interested in putting her flame in her bubbles that popped all around her.
“Oh, the lesson… Right…” Brielle said, finally realizing that her bubble wand had been dripping the soapy mess all down her arm. “Well, I guess all I need is water and I can take a shower, huh?” she said with a giggle as Waverly looked back up to the board to find the incantation once more.
"Igni Sintra," Waverly said and then blew a bunch of bubbles and said the incantation before poking her wand into the bubble she’d chosen. The bubble popped with her attempt and Waverly asked Brielle if she wanted to try now.
“Uhm. I guess so.” Brielle said as she dipped her bubble wand in her bottle. She blew lightly into the film of soap and one great big bubble came out of it. It hovered right in front of her and she reached her wand slowly towards it. “Igni Sintra” she said and jabbed her wand gently into the bubble. It didn’t pop! she thought to herself as she saw flames inside of her bubble! “No way!” she said. She reached for it with the palm of her hand and it popped right at the point that her palm hit the bubble.
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Brielle
Why would I want to drink soap?
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Waverly
May 08, 2012 1:54 PM
If your mouth was dirty? by Waverly
Waverly was beyond amazed as Aubrielle listed off all of her siblings. She couldn't even imagine having that many sisters. And they were all girls! She could feel the shock bloom on her face as Aubrielle's list of siblings went on and on. They must live in a huge house then. Waverly and her family only lived in a two-bedroom apartment and she couldn't imagine living with sixteen sisters! 'Did all magical people have a lot of kids?' she wondered. All of her friends and neighbors back at her muggle school only had one or two, maybe at the most three, siblings. There were a few only children, but the normal number of kids seemed to be two."Wow, that's a lot of sisters. And one brother." She blinked. "You're turning 12 soon? How soon?" She always liked knowing when peoples' birthdays were even if she sometimes forgot the dates easily. It was always nice to have someone ask, she supposed, or at least have someone remember. She was still a little blown away by the amount of siblings Aubrielle had.
"I only have one little sister and I'm the oldest." She smiled. "Her name's Wendy and she's super excited to come to school next year. I've told her all about it and how we learn about cool magic like this and get to know people easily in class." She smiled. "She's not as easily excitable as me, but gets excited about cool things like magic. My mom used to read us fairy tales before we went to bed when we were younger."
Waverly was really happy that Aubrielle thought having a baker for a mom was really cool. It was cool because she got lots of free baked goods that always tasted good. She also got to help out at the bakery too, though her mom had to get up way too early for Waverly's liking. "My mom sends me boxes of baked goods sometimes and they're so good. If you want, I could share them with you! There's always so much in a box." She could eat them all day, but she knew it wasn't good for her. She was maturing with her age, she noted proudly.
Waverly laughed at the soapy water going down Aubrielle's arm. "Or you can just use magic! Let's see if I can fix that." She cleared her throat, pretending to look important. "Scourgify!" she said, and Aubrielle's arm was clean and dry. "There!" She was happy that she was able to use magic without needing a professor looking over her shoulder to make sure she did it right. She just wished she could use it at home too. Oh well.
After her little mishap, she watched happily as Aubrielle's bubble stayed intact. The fire going inside was amazing, and she wanted to try it right away again. She blew another handful of bubbles, having never succeeded in learning how to blow one giant bubble, and brandished her wand again. This time when she poked her wand into the bubble, she was gentler, not trying to slice through it, and it didn't pop. "Igni Sintra," she said again, and a bright fire burst into existence inside her bubble. She was quick to pull her wand out, and the bubble stayed intact. "Whoa," she said, the fire dancing in her bright green eyes. "That's so cool!"
She poked her wand into another bubble and said the incantation again, watching a small fire start in that bubble as well. "This is so cool!" she squeaked, and did the same to a few more bubbles. Soon she had four or five bubbles with fires going in them as they floated gently around them. "Transfiguration is the best class ever!" She beamed at her partner.
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Waverly
If your mouth was dirty?
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Brielle
May 10, 2012 12:25 AM
Why would it be dirty? I don't curse... by Brielle
Aubrielle listed all of her siblings and counted them in her head. Wow... she thought to herself as the full realization hit her of how big her family really is. I'm the fifth of almost 16... she thought as she tilted her head towards her left shoulder. The five bedroom house the Thorntons lived in now had a partially finished basement for the oldest four to live in as their bedroom. It was bigger than all the other bedrooms, which was important for so many reasons. Firstly, because the oldest four had more stuff and said they needed privacy from the littler ones. Brielle kind of resented that fact and wished that she slept downstairs too. However, she realized that soon Arista would be leaving the house and she'd get that chance.That made B feel weird. When Ris graduates she's going to want to leave. Our zoo is too much for her, and I know it. she thought as Waverly mentioned the fact that she had a lot of sisters and one brother before asking Brielle how soon she turned 12.
"June 17th!" she said happily as her answer. She knew that it was around Father's Day, and that day had always been a rough one around their house the way their father treated his girls. However, for his Alexander, he would do anything. she thought to herself and her face fell just a little bit before she heard Waverly continue telling her about Wendy. B smiled to Waverly as she spoke about Wendy. The first year knew how the older girl felt about her little sister. She felt that way about her little sisters (and her older ones) too. "Wendy sounds really cool! I can't wait to meet her! And I LOVE fairy tales!"
Waverly went on talking about her mother and how she was a baker who sends lots of free baked goods to her. Also about how she'd share some with Brielle. "Really?" she said, a huge grin on her face. "That would be awesome!"
B realized that the soapy water was rolling down her arm and mentioned it to Waverly. Her partner told her that she could use magic to fix her little problem. "Really?" she said as Waverly cleaned and dried her arm with some spell. "Cool! How'd it do that?" she asked Waverly with even more desire to learn than before. Magic is REALLY cool! I'll be the best Elphaba EVER! she thought.
Waverly tried to make her fire inside her bubble, but it didn't work. So Brielle tried. It worked, until she tried to touch it. Then it popped. "Nuts..." she said as she shrugged. Waverly tried again and got it too.
"YAY! You got it!" she said happily for her friend and partner. B watched as the bubbles around them all got fire inside of them and the flickering made her smile and wish she was outside in front of a bonfire with some S'mores. Waverly made bubble after bubble light up with the dancing flames and Brielle could do nothing more than watch her friend and the beauty that was the firey bubbles.
"Transfiguration is the best class ever!" Waverly said and Brielle nodded emphatically.
"It sure is!" she beamed back to Waverly as she smiled to her.
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Brielle
Why would it be dirty? I don't curse...
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Waverly
May 12, 2012 6:59 PM
What if you ate dirt? by Waverly
Waverly was really glad for Aubrielle. She was a really good partner and super supportive. Part of it could be because she was a first-year, but she still thought it was nice of her. Some first-years could be stuck-up, who knew? Especially because Waverly was used to the prejudices, being muggle-born, and being teased because she was "weird" in elementary school, making friends was one of the joys of her life. She kind of fit in here at Sonora, being magical and all. She smiled brightly at Aubrielle."Do you think we can stop?" she asked, popping one of the bubbles with her finger. The fire in it died out as quickly as the popped bubble disappeared. "I just want to blow bubbles now." She smiled at Aubrielle. "Do you have a nickname?" she asked. "Aubrielle's a pretty name, but do you like nicknames? I guess I should've asked that question first." Waverly had never had a good nickname. Her parents always just called her "Waverly" and her sister "Wendy." Their names didn't hold much room for shortening or anything.
Waverly blew some more bubbles around, watching them happily as they floated around the classroom. "So," she started, wanting to get to know her partner better, "what do you like to do for fun besides blow bubbles and play with your sisters?" She smiled. If she had sixteen siblings, she would probably play sports all the time and want to play with them a lot too. She was already like that with Wendy. Sixteen more sisters like Wendy couldn't be fathomed by the second-year.
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Waverly
What if you ate dirt?
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Brielle
May 16, 2012 8:53 PM
Eww... Dirt? Why? by Brielle
Brielle was so excited that she had a new friend, and one that had just about the same amount of energy as she did was even better! B LOVED making friends, she always had. There was something about having friends that made the eleven year old excited. It helped if they had a lot of energy (which it seemed Waverly had tons of!) just like she did. Waverly smiled at her and Aubrielle smiled back with a very wide grin.Waverly asked if they could stop as she popped one of her bubbles with her finger. “I dunno…?” Brielle answered as the fire died in the bubble she’d popped. “We can ask?” she added as an afterthought, but then Waverly asked if she had a nickname.
“I do like nicknames. My sisters call me Brielle or B usually, but sometimes people will call me Aubrie, but its rare…” she added. “Do you have a nickname? Or even something other people call you?” she asked, realizing for the first time that the name Waverly wouldn’t really shorten to much.
Waverly blew some more bubbles and watched them float around the classroom as she asked B what she liked to do for fun. “Oh, I love theatre, anything about theatre really. Especially singing though, I love to sing! You know, like on Broadway… Do you know Broadway?” she asked, not sure if Waverly knew anything about that. She hadn’t asked if Waverly was pureblood, or muggleborn, or even a halfie like she was.
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Brielle
Eww... Dirt? Why?
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Waverly
May 19, 2012 4:29 PM
You never know...mud fights can get pretty dirty by Waverly
Waverly smiled. "I think Brielle suits you." She liked nicknames and was kind of jealous of people who could have a whole bunch of nicknames. Or at least could shorten their names. She shook her head when Brielle asked. "No, I don't. My dad calls me pumpkin sometimes, but he calls me and my sister that." Besides, that was kind of a "dad" thing. "I don't really need a nickname, I think," she continued. "You can't do much with a name like Waverly, unless you called me 'Wavy' or 'Lee' or 'Waver,' but that sounds silly." She giggled.The Canterburys weren't really into theater, but Waverly could appreciate it. Her mom liked the movie The Sound of Music, but she'd never seen the musical. It was like her mom also liking The Lion King though she didn't see the musical. Her parents liked movies mostly and didn't like TV. They were kind of weird in that aspect, but Waverly loved them dearly.
"Yeah, I know Broadway," she said with a smile. "I don't know anyone who doesn't know Broadway. Well, at least muggles. Do pure bloods know Broadway?" she asked. Suddenly she lit up. "You like singing? That's really cool! I like singing too even though I'm not super good at it. My sister can sing really well though. I usually just play the piano." Waverly really liked being able to play the piano. She thought it was a super cool instrument especially because her mom was really good at it. Her mom was also a songwriter, though she never tried to publish it or anything. It was just fun. She really wanted to be like her mom one day.
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Waverly
You never know...mud fights can get pretty dirty
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Brielle
May 23, 2012 8:42 PM
Mud fights...? Pudding is better... by Brielle
Waverly smiled and told Aubrielle that the nickname Brielle suited her. “Thanks. I like it.” she said with a small shrug as her new friend answered her own question of if there was a nickname that she had. “Well, pumpkin could be considered your nickname then? Couldn’t it?” she asked the older girl. “At least for your Dad anyway.” she added as an afterthought just before Waverly continued and mentioned that she really didn’t ‘need’ a nickname.“I know there isn’t really much you can do with that, but if you want one, I’ll bet we can come up with a nickname for you… We can also use what you like to do as a nickname too.” she said as a suggestion to her new friend. “Like Cook, or Cookie. Even Baker… ya know?”
When Brielle mentioned Broadway, Waverly said she knew Broadway and didn’t know anyone who didn’t. “It’s really cool, Broadway, I mean.” she said as she actually heard Waverly’s question of whether Purebloods knew Broadway.
“Oh, uhm, I’m not sure…” she said, wondering that very question herself right then. Her mind was still trying to decide Waverly’s answer when the older girl lit up with excitement about the fact that she loved to sing. “Yeah, I love singing. I was Logainne in 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee this Summer. It was AWESOME!”
When Waverly mentioned that Wendy sang well and she played the piano, Aubrielle’s face lit up as well. “You play Piano?! We should go sing and whatnot in the MARS rooms the girls keep talking about!” Brielle was so excitable that many people would be scared by her energy, but she was almost positive that Waverly wouldn’t be scared away…
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Brielle
Mud fights...? Pudding is better...
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