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Post by Liam Mar on Jan 12, 2008 21:10:50 GMT
((Woah woah woah.... guys, I'm still here! Could you not just go off RPing with just the two when there's three people here??))
Liam was leaning back on his seat, glad that someone else was taking his role in the argument but too tired to back him up - besides, he'd already said that he was leaving that argument well alone from now on and, whereever possible, Liam did NOT like to appear a hypocrite. Keeping an honest reputation was more important to him then an philosophical argument about the extent of which someone should use magic.
Still, even as he stayed back he enjoyed the battle of wits between them. Even if that dog had been what the boy wanted, the parents would have still not let him have a stray dog he just found, especially one that looks as good as a toy one, but he kept his opinion to himself as he merely watched.
In all honesty, he was a little offput by having them both there. He'd never really been able to see eye-to-eye with most other boys his age and now there was a constant barrier between himself and the others. He'd only just been getting comfortable with talking to Ronan, and now he found he was being replaced by another, although this one seemed to be more like him. "I agree with everything you say. I watched enough Sabrina when I was young to know doing things like that are bad," he told Peter when Ronan was gone with a wide, yet slightly nervous smile. "I'm Liam, by the way. Liam Mar," he introudced, almost cringing how corny introductions were.
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Post by Peter Traumen on Jan 13, 2008 0:21:14 GMT
He laughed, a lot more comfortable with someone whose thought floated in the same stream. "The name's Mar; Liam Mar." He joked, giving an oddly unrestrained laugh. "Anyways. I stopped talking but yeah. I mean, what Ronan did was you know, noble and great and everything but the kid won't keept the dog and with the happiness he created that wasn't meant to be there the kid will feel a saddness in parting that needn't have been. And part of me wonders if deep down he's doing it because he wants to be the people's champion. Can't blame him too much. I would have done the same at one point." He shrugged and actually looked at Liam. He didn't like eye contact, but he made it long enough to show he was willing to embrace a bit more of a personal attitude.
"You eh...want a soda or something? Is that what you Brits call it? Soda?" He scratched the back of his neck -his habit when unsure of himself for whatever reason.
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Post by Liam Mar on Jan 13, 2008 18:34:54 GMT
He laughed at the ice-breaker, finding it strange that they'd managed to think of the same parody. Maybe he was more on the same wave-length as other Ravenclaw boys than he thought.
He nodded, although he didn't think that he would have done the same in any circumstance, even though he would have agreed with him to a certain extent. The word "soda" sounded unusual and almost instantly placed him as an outsider. "We call it pop" he said, embarrassed at the childish word. "Yeah, I'll get some thanks. So I take it you're not from Englaind, then?"
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Post by Peter Traumen on Jan 13, 2008 19:29:37 GMT
"No, I'm not." I wonder if they have Dr. Pepper?
"I'm from Colorado. It's in the US. I was born in China though. A Buddhist shrine along the Silk Road. Pretty exciting no?" He was being facetious, but he was incredibly proud of it all the same. He felt like it defined him somehow, his ties to Buddhism. He fiddled with the beads in his pocket and started heading for the food booth. "What about you? What's your story?"
He ususally didn't talk this much. But he felt like making a friend.
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Post by Liam Mar on Jan 13, 2008 22:23:14 GMT
He pushed back against the table, his chair squeaking slightly as it grated on the floor. "My story?" he repeated questioningly, wondering if he was just joking with him. "Born and bred in England all my life, so yeah I guess I could be be introduced as 'Mar; Liam Mar'." he told him, knowing that story was slightly anticlimatic to his, especially if it didn't have the joke. "You don't look Chinese.... American parents?" he asked, worried that he was staring too much and so barely looking at him.
He stood up slowly, looking around for the nearest drinks vending machine or stall. "Lets see, get ripped off at a vending machine or get ripped off by McDonalds... tough call."
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Post by Peter Traumen on Jan 17, 2008 20:34:19 GMT
He laughed. "Surely there's something besides McDonalds here? But anyways, yes. My parents are American. My uncle is German though. He just got hired at the university. Muggle History." He was incredibly proud and happy for his uncle, but he didn't let it show. Someone once told him he had a good poker face.
"Were you raised a wizard?" He wondered from the start if he were the only student at the UoM who had more experience in Muggle studies than those of the wizarding world.
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Post by Liam Mar on Jan 18, 2008 19:50:39 GMT
He was looking around. Yes, there were more places then McDonalds, but he couldn't really be bothered to say so or point them out; He assumed Peter could see as well as he could as they approached the large amount of food stalls, mostly foreign, some Itallian, some Chinese, Pizza Hut, Burger King, the whole selection. "Sound's like you've come from a pretty diverse upbringing then. You're lucky. Stuff like that builds character." he said. He looked back to Peter, trying to find a family reselmblance, "Muggle History teacher...? Mr what's-his-face... um..." he clicked his fingers, trying to remember the name, but found that he couldn't. "You don't look much like him. I wouldn't have known it otherwise."
"But, yeah, my family..." he said. He prefered hearing from Peter's family then speaking about his own - it sounded much more interesting and almost made him ashamed for being so normal. For once, he understood why his father wanted a bit more 'excitement' in his life. "Well, my Mum and Dad are both magic, but they're both Muggle-born so I've grown up with magic and muggle pretty evenly. Muggle first school, Magic tutor."
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Post by Peter Traumen on Jan 20, 2008 21:22:09 GMT
He wasn't really hungry and was beginning to regret his offer. He had asked out of courtesy- in an attempt to find an opportunity to get to know Liam better. But he really didn't want to have to force down fast food. He hoped the other boy would decide for them.
He faced Liam again. "Really? Your parents were Muggle born to? I was beginning to think I was the only one..." He wasn't by any means ashamed of his family, or his heritage. He was immensley proud to be his parents' son. But in the wizarding world it had given him a slight disadvantage. Maybe Liam having a similar situation would give them a common point. All good relationships needed a common variable.
"Oh and his name is Gideon. Mr. Christopher, though I doubt he'll allow anyone to cal him anything other than Gideon." He laughed. "You had a magic tutor? You're lucky."
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