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Oh, well thank you miss! -beams, then laughs- Yes, we do tend to ramble...

-tilts head, looking concerned- Alright, if you're sure...

-walking around, tampering with a heart shaped locket and looking slightly dazed-

-taken back a bit by his fowardness but shakes his hand with the best smile she can muster- It’s nice to meet you, Milo.

I’m Bobbi Peters. But, most call me Bo. I’m a Hufflepuff.

Likewise, Bo! Ah, Hufflepuff. Your house is amazing, everyone's so friendly and happy most times...I'm quite envious! -still smiling, but wavers a bit, showing a concerned expression- Ah, are you alright?

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-walking around, tampering with a heart shaped locket and looking slightly dazed-

-Grins- Well, an awful way to meet, really, but what can you do? Milo James Thatch is the name miss, Ravenclaw. Who might you be? -extends hand to shake with a smile-

-walking around, tampering with a heart shaped locket and looking slightly dazed-

-strolling down the hall, lost in thought, bumps her slightly and drops his journal- Oops! Pardon, miss! I should really pay more attention to my surroundings. -chuckles and picks up his journal, brushing dirt off of it-

-outside taking Djali for a walk-

Oh merlin..uumm.. -starts counting on her hands-

18 in total I think?

Oh wow...that's uh, intimidating...-laughs- I've been to about 10, but to be fair I went to most of them multiple times for excavations and research and the like. -grins-

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-outside taking Djali for a walk-

Actually I grew up learning Rromanes, French, and English all at the same time. Spanish wasn’t far behind and then I just kept adding on more. I guess you just start picking them up more easily when you travel as much as we did.

Wow! Impressive! I learned both on location and at home through textbook and the like. Actually being in the country you're learning from is the most rewarding though! How many countries have you visited?

-outside taking Djali for a walk-

Aaaah! You speak it! Oh my gosh! I ask because it’s so rare to find people who do, even other Roma! Even then there are so many dialects that it’s rare to find someone who speaks the same one, and it gets a little confusing. -legit jumping for joy-

-chuckles at her excitement, gets a bit excited himself because contagious- Yes M'am! If you're looking for languages, I'm your guy! I'm a bit of a nerd that way. -grins- I can speak a fair few of the Rromanese dialects actually. Still working on a couple though. It's good to see small language pockets still being passed down! So is this your first language?

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Her new…friend? Yes she could call him a friend, was behaving rather oddly. why was he so embarrassed about all of this? “Oh,” said Sally aloud as it finally occurred to her, “you don’t have to feel embarrassed about forgetting it was in your pocket, actually it’s more convenient ..well for me this way, seeing as I can get a closer look.” She found it comforting, the idea that he had the same little forgetfulness issue, she felt better about forgetting her jacket.

She frowned as she realized she might be over stepping some sort of boundary “That is unless you actually would rather you held onto it…” She knew how some people could be about their things…

Milo heaved an inward sigh of relief as the tension dissipated. She even seemed pleased, her slight expression making Milo feel a warmth in his chest despite the cold.

He waved away her worries with a smile. "Oh no miss! My family always had a hands-on approach to learning. Be my guest to flip through it as you please!" He might have been a little nervous if it was anyone outside the Ravenclaw household that had asked, but he knew how gentle it would be handled by a fellow student with the old blue and bronze mindset. He trusted her.

As she pulled it out, he mustered up his courage and slid down the bench so their shoulders touched slightly. Nonchalantly, he began to point out symbols and pictures of interest, hoping that he wasn't invading her personal space to a point that it was making her uncomfortable.

-outside taking Djali for a walk-

It means performer in the sense of traveling performers. Well I guess you can see why from there.

-starts speaking in Rromanes- I’m curious my linguist friend do you happen to know any Rromanes?

Ah! Of course, that makes sense!

-speaks fluently back- I've met a few here and there in my travels, but no long lasting friends yet. Why do you ask?

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-outside taking Djali for a walk-

Thanks Milo! His name is Djali

Djali! Interesting pick of name! Irish in origin, if I'm not mistaken. What caused you to pick that name?

#research yeahhh

-outside taking Djali for a walk-

Oh hello Ez! Lovely fellow you've got here! -chuckles and pets Djali-

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So far Kuzco hasn't gotten into my Jar of dirt...

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No you my friend are just unwilling to get your hands dirty or risk waking me in the middle of the night to get it…

…speaking of rum and the like, why does our room smell like a bar? Not that I’m complaining but…

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Guilty as charged. And it's been a rough couple of days...Ez is dating Heath now and I've needed a bit of...relief, so to speak...

#yes pipe

-leaving Room of Requirement with a grin-

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They’re all really nice. His sister is my age and I love her to death already, and his brothers are hilarious. His mom is really sweet and his dad is as funny as his brothers. In short, Christmas was really fun this year.

Awww that's awesome! I'm happy for you Boo! -grins-

First Impressions || Milo and Sally

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Sally was about to open the door when unexpectedly Milo Thatch beat her to it. Now she wasn’t exactly racing to it, after all it was only a door and that would be an enormous waste of energy but…wasn’t he following her? She shrugged the confusion on the subject off, well that was nice of him…she thought nonchalantly. She was unsure of what his motive might be, if he even had one. She was more than just a little paranoid, unfortunately it was one of the things she had inherited from her father.

The air in the court yard was chilly, although not so much as the air back home in Romania. That said it was hardly warm enough to be walking around in a short sleeved dress so she was grateful when Milo offered his jacket. She smiled and accepted it, putting it over her shoulders. She was a little embarrassed that she hadn’t prepared for going outside. All she had to do was bring her purse with the undetectable extension charm on it…but no, she had to choose to favour colour co-ordination and fashion today.

She spotted a bench along one of the walls,”That looks as good a spot as any,” she said pointing to it. She felt an over whelming sense of deja vu and she couldn’t shake it off. She had always been that way with court yards but…something about this one…tonight. She really hoped that it wasn’t some sort of bad omen. Luckily there wasn’t any snow on the bench but paranoid as she was she saw fit to brush it off any way before sitting down. “So,” she began thoroughly interested, “What is this about a journal?”

Milo grinned to himself as he watched her dust of the cleared bench. He couldn't stop his mind from trying to picture her on one of her life-or-death adventures she had spoke of, in which checking to make sure every particle of snow had to be cleared before one sat to ensure the safety of half of the western world. He was about to share his amusement when he thought he saw a strange expression flicker across Sally's serious face, but in a time span of less than a blink it was gone and she'd sat on the bench and was looking up at him expectantly. Shaking his head a tad to clear it, he gave her a friendly smile. "Ah yes! My grandfather uncovered it on one of his many travels, and after his...death..." it still hurt to say the word, "It came into my possession. There was no note to indicate where it had come from or even what it was...but I thought that was half of his intention. He did always like adventure, as did I, and I was always told I needed to use my noggin more." He grinned, then became thoughtful. "Though the more I delve into the mystery, the more I have come to think that he might not have figured out as much as I had previously thought he had. See, the language is nothing like I have seen...it's clearly runic in root, perhaps stemming from Iceland, but there is also some connection to the cave writings of early humans in their abstract pictorial nature...as well as elements of languages that have not been used or studied in thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of years. Which is where the challenge comes in, you see." He sighed, plopping down on the bench beside her. "A grand adventure contained in this book, possibly the best archeological find in our lifetimes, and I can't read a word of it." He laughed a bit at the irony, and it wasn't until then that it occurred to him that she had been most likely wanting him to just pull out the journal instead of diving into a monologue. "Oh, pardon my babbling, miss. I don't realize I do it most times." He smiled at her, slightly embarrassed and reached towards his chest for where he had stored the book in the breast pocket of his suit coat. It was not until his hand met empty air that he realized in further embarrassment that his breast pocket was not in fact against his breast, but instead against the breast of the lovely lady seated beside him. His awkwardness clearly showing on his face, he opened his mouth to talk, bit his lip instead and focused his attention on the ground, hand rubbing the back of his neck. How do you go about telling a pretty girl that the object you'd brought her out here for was against her mammory glands without making it sound like a boorish come-on? "Um...the book is in the...uh...inside pocket of my jacket, miss...if you'd like to get it..." He was aware he was blushing a bit, and he hoped she'd dismiss it as the cold wind on his cheeks rather than the idle thoughts of a teenage boy, no matter how true each possibility rung.

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