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"Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave to the poor... not himself," David said with a smile. "And there is a lot more to the story. I could tell you the history if you really cared but I doubt it. Just because you can get out of scrapes doesn't mean you are a 'regular Robin Hood'." David ended with a sigh, knowing he sounded like a know it all.

"Anyways, if you want to be here and risk the rule breaking that is your business," David continued. "I would try to avoid most of the Slytherin lot myself, which is where I almost got placed, thankfully the hat took pity on me and placed me where I wanted."

He glanced over at Kas and leaned over and hissed in his ear and said, "And give up on the color thing. Look on the bright side, we'll be roommates and less likely to worry about the game."

He moved away from Kas and noticed the redhead who had slapped the whiny boy earlier that he had been so sure would be in Gryffindor. Could he swap her for Catharine? He raised a brow at her 'hi' and said holding a smile that though fake looked genuine enough, "You are the one who almost got detention before we even got to the Great Hall. I would have thought you would have been in Gryffindor not being able to pick your battles better than that."

I d i s a p p r o v e of what you say....

fallenfallenthekinghasfallen / cryingcryingashelaydying / oncetwiceandthricetheysang / hispitifulohhispooryoungmajesty / weepweepweepohweep / weepyepeopleforyourking

.... but I will d e f e n d to my D E A T H your right to say it.

What happened with him to have a colour feud with blue?

David raised a brow at Kas's answer and shook his head, amused. He glanced back to the redheaded Kimberly who he really had wished found other company but decided to tolerate-they were in the same year and house, after all. "Yes, well, it was a bloody well idiotic move," David answered bluntly. He shook his head and answered, "I'd rather your hot temper not lose us house points, okay?"

He let out a sigh and answered her second question, "Well, we were actually discussing quite a bit. Colour preferences, classic stories and or history, the sorting... as I said a variety of things." He was being vague, but the girl was being nosy, of course that might come with the territory some with Ravenclaws. He really had no intent on becoming close to this girl.

"My name is David and this is Kas," David said nodding to Kas who was talking to Jer. "I'm sorry, I missed your name. I can't keep labeling you as the girl who 'almost got detention before sorting even started'." He held a smile, the type of smile that seemed warmth but not necessarily was. It was something he learned from his mother. He wished again that he could trade this girl for Catharine who was over in Gryffindor.

Gypsy had hardly even gotten to say hi to Jer before they were joined by two of the newest Ravenclaws. She arched a brow when Jer greeted them, somewhat surprised, although she wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like Jer was anti-social or anything. She listened to the conversation, snorting a bit here and there. The one boy didn't seem opposed to being in Ravenclaw, just to the color of their robes... so his issue wasn't the hats assumptions of his personality, but due to his fashion preferences? That was hilarious. And the other boy was telling Jer to go back to his table, and getting onto some girl for getting in trouble... before they even got in the castle? Now that was hilarious. Both the idea of Jer behaving, and a child managing to get herself a detention before the feast even began. "Kid... David, was it? You're not going to get Jer to go back over there. His house is ful of prats and idiots. Not his scene. Not sure why he prefers it over here, really, 'cept that I'm so bloody cute. As for your concern with house points... if you care about them at all, you'd better join the Quidditch team. Points in the games're awarded to the houses at the end. Winning team gets at least one-fifty. You're not going to beat anyone with your studies and good behavior. Hell, I got myself in a good spot of trouble first thing last term, lost a whole slew of points, and Ravenclaw still won. Why? Because we got the Quidditch cup. Professors just don't give enough out in class, or even take enough away, for anything else to make a dent." Honestly, if Gypsy could snag the cup from her own house due to losing so many points in spite of Quidditch victories, she'd pat herself on the back for managing to cause that much trouble. She wasn't keen on getting caught, but if she did... well, if she weren't going to lose a decent amount of points, it simply wasn't worth getting caught at all. She chuckled a bit. "I'm Gypsy, by the way. Nice to meet you kiddos. 'Specially you, girly. Nearly got a detention before the year even started? That takes skill. What'd you do? Shove some poor bloke in the lake?" Now that would be hilarious. Actually, she sort of wished she'd met a certain obnoxious Slytherin on the boat ride last year... she could've done it to him. Or a certain obnoxious Gryffindor... not that she would. Ronna might have a stick up her rear, but she was a good person at heart... or at least, Gypsy thought she was. Sometimes she wasn't sure. At least Sir Prat was long gone. She was pretty sure she'd end up decking him for something if he were still around.


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ஒ ஒ ஒ This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars ஒ ஒ ஒ

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away


Jer smirked, thinking that this should be easy. "Nah, don' need ta switch robes, gate, jus' gotta change th' colour, righ'? That's easy ta do, ya know. Just needs a spell." Jer concentrated for a moment, then waved a hand. The colour on Kas's robes changed, turning green instead. He then grinned, nodding as he checked out his handiwork. "There, now you're in green. Jus' don' be surprised if we both ge' inta trouble for i'. Don' think the authority would like i' so much."

When Jer heard Gypsy speak up, he cocked an eyebrow. Not because she had said anything wrong, but because she had spoken the truth. Well, he had seen a lot of things, and had heard worse from people that took quidditch too seriously. Slytherin was a big house for gossip, after all, even if he didn't like his house. He looked down at his own robes, now a bright blue where green once was, and shrugged at David. "Ya know, pearl's righ' abou' tha'. While ya can ge' good grades an' such, I've seen people get all ben' outta shape over quidditch, so thinkin' tha' quidditch doesn' do much in th' school is wrong. Besides, we never said nothin' 'bout after school. Just durin'. I'm jus' here till I can get outta school, then I'm gonna be a magician, like the blokes in th' muggle world are. Already pretty good wit' sleigh' o' hand, see, jus' need th' actual magic ta make it really pop."

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Location: Ravenclaw Table
State: Bored
OOC: ...
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This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Gypsy rolled her eyes. The idiot was so wrapped up in the stick he apparently had up his rear, he'd completely missed her entire point... and actually twisted it around so that she'd been saying something much worse than she actually had. "I didn't say Quidditch was more important than your studies. I was just saying that it's the way to go if you want the House Cup. Maybe you should listen a bit better. I wasn't commenting on anything except the fact that you've barely been in the house five minutes and you're already on everyone's case about House Points. Like I said, if you care about points, you need to go for Quidditch. But, if you could care less, by all means, focus on your lessons. It's probably better to do that, anyway. I could care less about Quidditch, but then, I could care less about House Points. I don't want to get in trouble; I just want to have fun. Not my fault all the fun stuff is against the rules around here. I try and keep my nose clean in class, and actually pay attention and get good marks... 'cept in History, but that's because the professor was a right arse. I mean, if he doesn't care enough to actually teach, I don't care enough to learn. Honestly, I hope the guy gets sacked and we get someone who actually cares about his bloody students." Gypsy snorted at that. Bjelke had been a right terror. As far as she knew, he'd been a temporary professor, so hopefully he'd be long gone. She'd really hated that guy.

The Ravenclaw flipped her multi-colored hair over her shoulder in agitation, wondering why people were forever putting words in her mouth and assuming the worst about her. This kid was as bad as Ronna... and he was in her bloody house. She sighed, ruffling her pink and blue locks, glancing over at Kas, the other boy, chuckling at Jer's wardrobe change for the first year. "Jer's not exactly known for his House Loyalty... actually, he could care less about the Houses at all, I think. Pretty sure it's just a bed to him." Gypsy did wonder, sometimes, what exactly the rules were concerning house loyalty and all that. She'd seen plenty of people sitting at the wrong table (there was an older Ravenclaw girl with colorful hair who was rather hard to miss, sitting with her boyfriend at the Slytherin table), but the robes thing would probably be a bigger deal than that... right? She shrugged lightly. If the first year didn't care, she wouldn't say anything. Not like she cared, right? Although it seemed like a silly thing to care about so much... then again, she looked good in any color, or could make it so she did, so perhaps she was a bit more unbiased in relation to such things than others.


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ஒ ஒ ஒ This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars ஒ ஒ ஒ