Octavius Plunken

18.Hufflepuff. Half Beast

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twistedmeadowes:

It seemed as though Octavius had just completely forgotten the English language. Which, in all fairness, Dorcas had rambled for a solid five minutes in Chinese earlier before someone had mentioned to her that she wasn’t, in fact, speaking English. But as far as she could tell, Oct was just using straight up gibberish. This was not normal human speech patterns. Hell, she didn’t know what to classify it as. But she also didn’t question it, either. She wasn’t one to call someone out for their drunken antics.

She did manage to get the idea of what he was trying to say, but as she stood back up, the duck in her arms and her head nuzzling lightly into his feathers, she could only chuckle a little. “I dunno. I think he would be better off without the two of us as backup. I mean, I’m wasted, pretty sure I’ve lost my singing voice at this point, and you’re barely even speaking English.” She glanced down at the duck, who quacked happily up at her again, making her grin. “Yep, your daddy is wasted. Don’t you worry, though, buddy. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything silly. Yep, I missed you, too, buddy.” Eyes twisting back to Octi, she offered a bit of a shrug. “It’s almost midnight, anyway. The countdown will happen soon. I bet they’ll have fireworks outside if you want to take a stroll, the cool air might help you sober up a bit.”

He watches her with RDJ and hums slightly. Head slowly bobs in agreement to her words. He’s unsure how to vocalize his contentment with her plan. Except he looks outside and then to RDJ with a small pensive frown. The boy stumbles forward almost landing in Dorcas herself, as she had done him earlier. He manages to brace himself before it becomes a disaster. “Boom..ah…scare?” He points to the duck in Dorcas’s arms worried that the fireworks might spook RDJ if they are outside. He glances to the stage again ad twitches his nose in contemplation. Octavius can feel his gills rise and fall against the base of his neck in unison with his deep breaths. He wasn’t too keen on fireworks, but he had watched them from the lake before.

Octavius offers his arm to Dorcas and points towards the door with his hand. He doesn’t really know what the three of them could do, but maybe the commotion inside wouldn’t help RDJ’s nerves. Though he looked completely comfortable in Dorcas’s arms. He certainly wasn’t giving the girl lip like he did with him.

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twistedmeadowes:

“I’m alright. Just can’t walk, apparently.” She offered back with a laugh. Because, of course, she was closer to drunk than sober, and she was stumbling over air. It was nothing new, really. She had quite the back habit of that, even when they weren’t at a party. “What’re you drinking? Is there wine here?” She hadn’t seen any, but then, she’d also been not at all paying attention to anything that wasn’t just hard liquor. Honestly, Reggie and his family really knew how to stock a liquor cabinet. Lifting her own drink, some kind of fruity concoction, she offered it to Octi. “Try this. It’s sweeter than wine.”

It was mostly sugar, so of course it was.

His next words had her blinking, but she glanced down and there was… a duck. Holy shit, there was a duck. It was the cutest thing she had ever seen in her life. She knelt down immediately to be on eye level with the duck, almost forgetting that Octi was even there for a second. “Well, hello there.” She offered, a little surprised when the duck offered a loud quack at her. She laughed, looked up. “You have a duck. You just became, like, ten times cooler than you were five seconds ago.”

Concern masks over the boy as he stared to Doe. “You can no walk? You need help?” He asks and quietly glances around in case he needed to have someone help her legs. Octavius is sure that he could at least carry her if she needed it, but she had laughed so maybe he had mistaken her words. Ocean toned hues glance to the glass and then back to her with a grin. “Ah yes. In the bottle there.” He points to the kitchen onto the counter where he had thought he left the bottle, but now it seemed to be getting passed along a bunch of fifth years. “Wine ahh.. popular?” Octavius asks curiously. He glances down to the drink lifting his brows, he nods and takes the drink from her. Once he has a taste he smacks his lips together. “Oh that good. What is?” He inquires softly.

Octavus enjoyed that she had taken the time to lower herself down to talk to RDJ. “His name RDJ. He Reggie and me’s duck.” He says and arches a brow at her choice of words. “I am not normal cool.. normal hot.” He says and points to his skin. Trying to convey he means that his skin is typically warmer, not that he was cool. “RDJ like you. He no try to peck you.” He observes merrily.

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reggiecattermcle:

There was something just so ridiculously amusing about watching Octavius and RDJ together, probably because he knew for a fact that he didn’t have as much trouble with their son as Octi seemed to. He offered a small chuckle as he knelt down just long enough to scoop up his buddy, letting the duck settle comfortably in his arms, offering it a little nuzzle, and a little chuckle. “You just love giving Octi a hard time, don’t you?” He muttered softly to the creature, offering only a snort when he only got a quack in return.

Glancing back to Oct, he couldn’t help the way he laughed at his friend’s description of the karaoke machine. “Karaoke. Kair-ree-oh-key. But I bet he does. Like his daddy. Loves being on stage. Huh?” He looked back down at the duck, bouncing him in his arms. “Do you want to perform for everyone, buddy?” 

Glancing back at Oct, he lifted an eyebrow, offering a slight nudge of his shoulder. “Did the bathroom work out well for you? Get everything set up alright? I told mum and dad not to freak if they went in there.” After a slight pause, he offered a small chuckle. “And have you done anything fun yet? I’ve barely seen you since you got here, mate. What’ve you been doing?”

Octi glanced to Reggie and sighed following up with a chuckle. “Why do he not with you?” He asks with a curious tilt of his head as he drank from his cup of beer. Making a slight scrunched face not being used to the taste. He reaches a hand to pat RDJ on the head while the duck was in Reggie’s arms. Octavius thought that his best ate had developed such father skills with the duck. He was really good with handling RDJ and obviously the favourite parent.

“Kay-reee—okay.” Octavius tries to repronounce the difficult word. His rows drawn together as he gives a slow nod pretty sure he has it now. “He like the Kay-ree---okay machine like you. He must get from you. He try to out sing everyone.” He explains laughing slightly recalling the loud quacks he heard from the speakers before he took RDJ away from them.

He grins to his friend and nods. “Bathroom perf. Oscar and friends like tub. They scare your mum and dad?” He asks arching a slight brow, as if keeping toads were completely normal in a bath tub at someone’s home. “Oh I taste drinks in ahh..” He points to the kitchen. “Your great hall and talk to Doe.” Humming happily after he mentions her name he takes another drink from his cup. “What you do since on stage with kay-ree-okay machine?”

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twistedmeadowes:

Dorcas was almost positive that her hearing was going when she heard the strange and extremely foreign sounds coming from behind her. She was drunk, she was a little toasted, and she hadn’t really slowed down since she’d gotten to this party. It was getting closer to midnight, and she had just finished a dance with a boy that she was positive was a third year who was going to run off and tell his friends that he’d stared at her chest the whole time. 

When she finally turned to see who she was seeing, she offered a wide grin. She had NO idea what Octavius was going on about, but she was excited to see him because it meant that his duck was close by. The real star of this party by far. His gesture toward the stage cleared things up a bit, and she offered a laugh. “I’ve already done it twice now. Think it’s someone elses turn, now.” With a shrug, she glanced around his feet and, sure enough, there was that adorable duck baby. She knelt down to lightly pet his head. “What about you, buddy. Perform a little song for the people?” Glancing up at Octi again, she gave a little smirk. “Or you. Sing us a song, Octipus.”

Octavius replies back in quick Mermish groaning inwardly that he seemed to have forgotten the whole common language. This would prove to be challenging, but he’s laughing with her. He watches Dorcas’s interactions with RDJ with a toothy grin.  He slurs his own language making it sound more barbaric than normal outside the water. Then he could slowly feel mixed common words swing into his mind. “I…uh…” He chuckles and squeaks trying to form the words properly. “RDJ lalala.” He points to the duck and then to the both of them, and finally points to the stage. “we lalala with RDJ.” He tries to drunkenly clarify.

He was pretty sure Reggie had been up on stage multiple times during the night, so them going up with the duck wouldn’t be bad. But what would they sing? RDJ likes the sound of his own quacking, and Octavius can barely remember English. However he was confident they could do great karaoke, especially the duck. Combing one of his fee hands through his unkempt hair and fastening his glossy gaze at Dorcas. Did she even understand what he was insinuating they needed to do?

[twistedmeadowes-blog]

“Cheers.” Dorcas knew how to enjoy a party. She’d gotten to Cattermole’s late, when the party was already pretty much in full swing, and had already started drinking. Of course she had. Fingers curled around the bottle in her hand as she clinked it against the one held by the person next to her, and then she took a long sip from it, eyes scanning, exploring the room. Cattermole definitely knew how to throw a party, that was for damn sure, and this was much more fun than the stuffy affairs she’d attended already this holiday season. 

Her eyes scanned the room for a moment, and she slipped away from the corner she’d been occupying, fully intending on making her way to the kitchen where she knew there were snacks, when her feet betrayed her and she stumbled into someone. “Shoot, sorry. Y’alright?” Her speech, slightly slurred, held a hint of amusement. She really shouldn’t be laughing at running into someone, but hell, it was a party. It was fun. 

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Octavius was late to the drinking part of the party. Having been preoccupied with RDJ and getting the toads set up in their tub. He had gone for tasting a glass of red wine. He had heard that mixing alcohol was bad, but he also couldn’t contain his excitement and joy for trying new things. Grinning ear to ear he takes a sip of the glass and squints his facial features with the bitter yet pleasant taste of it. Lost in the moment he doesn’t move out of the way, but feels Dorcas stumble into him.

He fumbles forward but catches the glass in time before he loses the rest of the wine. Turning slightly he blinks down to Dorcas. “I am alright. How is you?” He asks with a smile, and then feels the animal flutter between his calves. “RDJ come to say hi too.” The boy speaks in amusement as he glances down to the duck between his legs.

[reggiecattermcle-blog]

A house full of people was exactly the kind of thing Reggie liked to see. People having fun, people getting drunk, people dancing. Here and there, he saw a few people slip off together, and he’d made sure to make nice little signs to let them know exactly where they could slip off to for their fun, clearly marking rooms so that no one ended up in his parent’s bed. Ever the gracious host, Reggie was. It was also great fun listening to all of the drunken karaoke, seeing the spirit and the light in the room. And, of course, casual dress code. None of that fancy shit. 

As he slipped out of the kitchen, where he’d grabbed his third drink and chatted a bit with his brother, he glanced around, the bodies in the room almost making it hard to see anything, and he took a sip of his own drink. He’d been drinking less lately, which was maybe a good sign. And besides, he had to keep an eye on his own party.

A little grin tugged at his lips as he moved through the crowd, giving little ‘hello’s and ‘how’s it going’s as he passed, until he found a nice spot to survey the crowd, take a break for a moment, and he pressed his back to the wall, glanced to his left to see he wasn’t alone. “Having fun?”

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This year was full of many firsts for Octavius. But this was his second party. At least this time he hadn’t had to make his duck invisible, and even set up one of the bathrooms so the toads could mingle on lily pads he brought back to Reggie’s home from the lake. He had watched people sing, dance, and converse in general. It seemed much more laid back and crowded than the Black Gala. People were dressed more normal. However he didn’t quite understand why there were different parties in general.

Octavius hummed and moved his shaggy golden locks to hide the gills imprinted on the side of his neck. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, and his peers seemed to be enjoying themselves. He wasn’t sure if he liked beer, but that was in one of the cups in his hand. The other cup filled with water, which he had been drinking ore of tonight.  He stares at the beer questionably, and peers down between his legs at the duck staring up at him quacking. “No. I told you not for RDJ.”  Why didn’t the duck ever talk back to Reggie? Why was it always him? “You want water?” He sets is water cup on the ground, and the duck knocks it over within seconds. “Ahh..””

He notices a shadow out of the corner of his eye and turns to his duck daddy partner. “Yes good time. RDJ like this party better. He like the ahh.. lala machine.”

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Octavius Plunken - Cattermole Party Karaoke

Sung in Mermish

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missglenda:

The grin just grew and grew as he talked about how the duck wanted to come along and Glenda looked around on the ground even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to actually see the duck, even though he quacked several times again, to which Oscar replied himself too, and she let out a small chuckle. “Aren’t you afraid somebody will step on– what did you call him again? RDJ? Or that Oscar will hop away somewhere? Or both? I wouldn’t dare to bring Martha to a party like this, it would freak me out that something might happen to her too much.”

Glenda followed Octavius’ gesture towards CIssa and her eyes went wide for a second as he continued talking and she realized that he brought an either dead or alive fish as a party gift to Narcissa. For a second she wished she could have seen the other girl’s reaction, but then shook her head and turned back to the boy to try to explain it to him that his intentions were really really nice, but he probably chose the wrong gift for it without hurting his feelings. “Oh, no, no, no, we do give gifts when you visit them, just– you know– she might have been just— I am sure she loved the gift, you know, she was just– probably a bit surprised? And that is what you saw on her?” She was really not doing that well here. “I assume that is the custom where you are from? The fish, I mean? We usually– go for different gifts? Like chocolate? Or wine? Or flowers?” Why did she feel like such a meanie here, she wasn’t sure, but she just felt awkward and like there was such a better way to explain this and she was failing.

Octavius frowned slightly at her observation and gave her a slow nod. “I worry RDJ might get step on but I did not want snek to get him. I should have just sent him home. But he really excite.” The boy groaned feeling the internal struggle of being a duck parent. “Oscar would look after Martha.” He said a bit more defensively than he probably meant. His arms folded in front of him with his brows furrowed. Glenda had made him more concerned about the party and his guests now. What if someone did harm RDJ? He bows forward and feels the floor area until he can feel the feathers through the air. Awkwardly placing both hands around the invisible duck as he ducks feeling the swish of Rdj’s head swiveling.

“He safe now.” Octavius breathes in a sigh of relief. Then he watches Glenda’s eyes at the mention of the fish. She had the look of horror, like some people who mentioned to him the giant squid. However when she spoke she didn’t seem frightened, and then he thought maybe he had done a good job. People were supposed to be surprised with gifts right? “Choco? Oh you gift choco? We do not have ah market. We only have fish and plants at home. Plant would have been better?” He inquires holding the invisible bundle to his chest making the quacking noises louder near them.

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The tall gray-skinned boy stood with his uncounted drink in hand. How many drinks had he had at this party? He wasn’t sure. Everything around him seemed to be spinning and he couldn’t really focus. Standing upright after karaoking Three Dog Night’s Joy to the World, he stared off into space. Hearing the song in Mermish. Then it slowly starts to dawn on him that he didn’t actually sing in common English. No, he had belted the tune in perfect Mermish. An intoxicating harmony mixed in the tongue of a savage. When someone stops in front of him he gives them a friendly wave.

‘Hallo! You are going to sing next? (“Ajdskjadlsa skskd owiwlask skka?”) Unfortunately he spoke in Mermish instead of English and blinked slowly. This wasn’t good. He couldn’t remember even the simplest of terms, it was as if the language of his peers swam in his mind. Why did Dumbledore have to freeze the lake? To try and clear up what he meant to say he pointed to the person and then to the karaoke stage. “Lalalla?”

[siriusly-bright]

“Hey,” Sirius drawled, pointing a tipsy finger at the person walking towards (or more likely past) him. “Blurry is a good look on you.”

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Octavius pauses in front of Sirius drink in hand. Turning his head left then right befuddled. “Um..Ah.. you go blind and need doctor?” He asks a bit concerned trying to skim the crowd for Reggie. Someone needed to help this boy if he’s losing his eyesight.

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@yourgalgladys

Octavius spots a familiar person at the party. One that he had been meaning to seek out at the castle, but had not. Once he made sure RDJ was secure at the DJ station, he made distinct bee line for Gladys with a grin on his features and drink in his hand. He had secured Oscar and other toads in the tub in one of the bathrooms, thinking they would be safe there during a party. He was slightly mistaken having only the Black Gala to go off of. That party was much tamer than this one.

“Gladys!” He calls out happily closing the distance between them. He takes a drink and takes a casual look around. “You enjoy party?” The merboy beamed at his subject obsessed friend. “Did you check out all books in library over break? Ahh sorry I meant to say hallo, but was taking care of Oscar and friends. I made a book tree with lights.” He states proudly of himself.

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princissa:

Narcissa couldn’t help her continued look of complete bewilderment over this boy. He was just so…odd. His height is only somewhat intimidating to the young girl who only stood a few inches over five feet thanks to her heels. She truly disapproved of how much she had to look up to him to address this silly behaviour. ❝It’s…very sweet of you to bring a gift. Though it really wasn’t necessary.❞ she told him, keeping her tone levelled but glancing down at the fish in an unsettled manner.

She could have sworn that she had heard the sound of a duck quacking. Was she already going crazy? There was no way he couldn’t also hear it. She decided that she was going to let it go because even if he could hear it and was just faking, Narcissa wasn’t going to stand there looking like a total fool.

❝No, of course I see that. Thank you for bringing it, let me just-❞ Instead of taking the fish from him, she raised her hand and lifted her index finger to tell him to hold on for one second. Narcissa quickly called over one of the house elves and pointed awkwardly at the fish in his hand. ❝Would you kindly take that from him? Take it to the kitchen or something.❞ she ordered and watched the creature take the trout from the boys hand and immediately disappearing with it. ❝See? We love it, it’s a completely appropriate gift to arrive with.❞

The little girl was so uncanny to him, however so was everyone else. He feels almost bad watching as she has to bend her head back to get even the lower part of his eyes to connect to her. It never dawned on him how unnerving his height could be. Though he supposed if an actual giant attended Hogwart’s then he would for sure know the anxiety of being the shorter person. He watches her closely trying to survey her reaction. “No..nesssesssari? It is ahh good manner yes?” He inquires scratching the side of his ear. “I ah no have to bring house gift?”

Octavius tilts his head and hands the fish over to the house elf awkwardly. “I could Have take to kitchen instead of elf.” He mentions to Cissa with a golden arched brow.  Not sure if she actually did enjoy the gift or not. Then he glances around and then back down to her unsure of the next course of action in this type of situation. “Now what I do? Go ahhh mangel with the crowd?” Was that the right word even? Mangel? Mangle? Mungle? Unsure of what the next step is he lifts his hand from his side to at her on the shoulder. “Thanks be you for let me come. Fish best with nice plants.” Octavius says with a grin

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ineffableellie:

“You found this in the library?” Ellie yelled, even scaring herself a bit. “You have to show me where. I guess I spend all my time in the plants section that I don’t pay attention to what else the library has to offer. Take me?”

Ellie clutched the book to her chest and grinned from ear to ear. “It’s such a wonderful love story, though. Isn’t it? Sure, she could have splashed him and they could have become friends, but where’s the romance in that?” her jaw dropped slightly into a small giggle, “but it would make me laugh.” Ellie was acting like a child which she hadn’t felt in some time. And it was damn good. She was grateful for Octavius and didn’t even realize it.

“It seems like we both have a little bit about mermaids. Maybe we should rewrite the story. What do you say?”

The yell causes the boy’s eyes to widen in shock. Did he do something wrong? She didn’t sound angry with him, but she did yell. Mot his language spoken properly outside of water was screaming, so he supposed he shouldn’t be too picky. Drawing his brows back down he nods to Ellie. “Yes I can take you there. They have plant books too.” He isn’t sure she knew, hell lots of these things had to be explained to him over lunch.

Love interested him in different ways. He didn’t know much about it, but it still seemed silly to him that she would have to lose her voice in order for the prince to fall in love with her. Maybe it was because his father was lured to his mother by her singing in the first place. However, he couldn’t mention it. “Romain…ah.. That come after friends yes?” He had read other stories where the romance started after the people had become friends. Octavius smiled down at her, “We can do that?” Could they publish it?

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art-weasley:

Arthur smiled at Octavius. He always enjoyed talking to him. “I think the two friends you brought our probably the most interesting guests here to be perfectly honest.” He wasn’t trying to judge the group, he just wasn’t one for posh parties like this. 

“What kind of cloaking spell did you use? He’s pretty well hidden outside of the quacks.” He heard the duck quack again and chuckled as a few people glanced around with confused looks.  

Arthur reached out and gently stroked the toad’s back, feeling the bumpy skin under his touch. He’d never gotten too close to many toads, but Oliver seemed pretty chill. 

“I have a cat, Sampson. He’s a big fuzzy Maine Coon. Super sweet, though I am pretty sure he would’ve knocked everything off of this buffet table if he had been here.” 

“I think they tinka that too. RDJ think he the best. He uhh most… how you say..” Octavius clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth trying to recall the correct terminology. “Most good guest? Best guest?” His head tilts to the side before he offers the other boy a shrug of defeat. This was his first party of any sort outside of the castle, so he wasn’t exactly sure of etiquette. However that isn’t new to Octavius and his regular brand of confusion.

He grins when he hears the quacking duck. The grin doesn’t vanish as he answers his friend, “Invisible charm. But he make it hard to be invisible because he no stop quacking.” A soft chuckle emits from him and he shakes his head feeling the duck brush against his leg once more.

“Maine Coon kitteh?” Octavius furrowed his brows trying to recall if he knew different species of cats. “You have picture of Sampson? He try to eat RdJ if here? Why do they call buffie?”

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missglenda:

Mr. Roman Emperor,

as much as I know Reggie, I doubt he would be mad. I know you have a duck with Oscar, what other animals did you collect from the frozen lake?

Oh, no, I think you’re good during the break with nobody around. And maybe I could bring my aquarium back with me at the end of the break and they could be in there until the lake unfreezes? If that works for you.

I am glad I could introduce them to you and that you liked the Gingerbread :) I am sure if you go down to the kitchen and ask the house elves, they can make some for you. Also, my mom was really happy you liked them, too!

I shopped there a couple of times before, I bought my parents Christmas gifts there this year, it’s a really cool shop. You can find a bunch of weird and magical clothing items there. Also, Bottom boy who screams for socks? You mean Frank Longbottom? Is he screaming for socks a lot? I didn’t notice yet.

I guess some people don’t like decorations or specific decorations, but mostly they enjoy it. Decorating is just a big thing in my family, I guess.

Glenda,

I find more toads sad they can no go into lake. I find lost mouse too. But I am no sure mouse is lost? I take him back to castle anyway. I put him on pillow in tub so he no left out.

You could? Yes that is good thought. Bring aquarium with you when you get back from home. I think Oscar, RDJ and other friends will like aquarium maybe not mouse. I make him pillowcase cave with stick to keep open pillow for him.

Oh house elf so busy I do not like bother them, but maybe I ask when they have time that is not busy to do it.

Oh he has not no. I think I heard him in hallway say about socks??

I make a tree with book from library. Do you think they want books back?

[darthjordyn]

Places to Explore at Hogwarts School of Witchcract and Wizardry

Here and there at the dark windows, Harry saw faces…faces that bore no resemblance at all to the painting of the mermaid in the prefects’ bathroom… The merpeople had grayish skin and long, wild, dark green hair. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth, and they wore thick ropes of pebbles around their necks.

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 M.E.R.P.E.O.P.L.E.

Classification: XXXX Merpeople exist throughout the world, though they vary in appearance almost as much as humans. Their habits and customs remain as mysterious as those of the centaur, though those who have mastered the language of Mermish speak of highly organized communities varying in size according to habitat, and some have elaborately constructed dwellings.