Luena glanced between the two boys. She turned towards Simon, preferring the boy to the hyperactive child.
"What do you mean, dangerous?"
Pre Hogwarts (OPEN)
(I assume Scipio is 'the boy' considering he's never been hyperactive in his life? Lol)
(Imagine if Hogwarts was called Pigfarts tho.
Oh yeah I'll be sending my son to Pigfarts next year. So proud of him.)
(AVPM reference. "I can't go to Pigfarts. It's on Mars.")
(Lol)
(and now i go to sleep. ack)
(Rip bye)
"Well, with good wizards, there's also the bad.. and they usually seem to attack hogwarts, it's weird…" h e mumbles.
"True, but with McGonagall as headmistress, we're perfectly safe! There are even more defenses now, so it's harder to get in. I dunno why you're so worried."
"Even with the defences, i just… I feel like something is going to happen again… i just know it!!" he squeaks, looking quite stressed
"It'll be fiiiiiine, chill yourself. Do you not trust the power of McGonagall? I thought you'd heard the stories!"
"i-i do!!" he says quickly. "I just… i'm worried"
"But why? Give me… three good reasons why."
He went silent for a while then shrugged slightly.
"I'm just worried…."
Scipio smirked slightly. "See? There's nothing to be afraid of. If you do get hurt, Madam Pomfrey's the best around!"
"B-but what if Madam Pomfrey gets hurt!!" he wails. he pauses for a second as a brilliant idea instantly floods into his head.
"W-wait, i could learn healing magic and that stuff and help out with Madam Pomfrey so then if anything happens to you i can help!!" he beams, a total change of emotions.
"Er, sure. I don't think Madam Pomfrey will get hurt anytime soon, though. She's pretty tough, and she doesn't often leave the hospital wing." Scipio stroked Ombra again thoughtfully.
"O-ok, but still, if she's not around and you get hurt like earlier, i wanna be able to help, not just shove plants with healing properties into your mouth and hope for the best…" he mumbled
"Fair enough. Knowing me, I'll probably get hurt a lot. Maybe I'll be on the Quidditch team, most likely not. While I can fly pretty well, I don't care for sports. If you saw how dangerous Quidditch is you'd have a fit." Scipio laughed.
//ima drop out of this. Vic hasn’t done anything in four pages lol
(Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooo turtle D:)
(awh :( sad to see you go!! if you ever wanna rejoin later on feel free to ;3
"isn't quidditch the vroom vroom broom sport??" he asked.
//;) thanks! Its been fun!
(Turtleeee D':)
"Uh… that's about the crudest way I've ever heard it put, but I suppose so. You ride on broomsticks, try to score goals with the Quaffle, try to avoid getting hit or knocked off your broom by bludgers, and the game ends when the Seeker catches a tiny golden ball called the Golden Snitch."
"So… basically vroom vroom broom" he says, kinda proud of himself.
Scipio sighed. "Sure, whatever. The bludgers try to attack you, sometimes they break bones. Harry broke his arm in his second year because of a bludger, and his skull in his sixth."
He paused.
"So basically Vroom vroom broom which please dont play??" he begged with puppy eyes.
"What is it with you and 'vroom vroom broom'?!" Scipio said, sounding exasperated. He does realize he sounds like an idiot, right? Or a two year old who only knows like, three words of English?
"No 11 year old in their right mind would play a game they know as vroom vroom broom" he shrugged it off, smiling quite sneakily.
"That's my ultimate plan!!" he giggles
"Knowing you, I don't think you'd play it no matter what it was called."