Quincy Dearborn
Inactive Character
Sixth Year[M:10]
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.
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Post by Quincy Dearborn on May 28, 2009 22:17:22 GMT -5
Quincy had just come back from a random flight session on the field. He had been practicing technique, and enjoyed getting away from the school. He didn't like many of his classmates, and viewed them as sitting ducks in the war. The attack on Hogwarts had just showed how unprepared for real fighting, and the consqeuences.
Quincy slapped a house elf on the side of the head, ordering a cup of soup before sliding down a wall to wait for the meal. He hadn't been this sore in a while. After receiving the soup, he mumbled a quick thank you before taking a couple of sips.
He didn't talk to many people besides the elves and Candace during the school year. Quincy didn't see much point. None of these people seemed worth getting to know on a personal basis.
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Post by Xavier Scotts on May 28, 2009 22:32:28 GMT -5
Xavier also generally kept to himself. It wasn't that he wasn't good at talking to people, or because he looked down on anyone. It was just that he prefered to observe. He was actually very good at figuring people out. Growing up with a sibling in each house had helped him to understand different types of people. And he could get along with a lot of people... yet his own brother Timmy annoyed him to no end. They rarely ever spoke.
Right now Xavier had his nose buried in a book. It was not a school book, or anything magical at all. It was just an ordinary muggle book on psychology. He was fascinated by the field, trying to figure people out. And psychology was one thing that remained fairly constant between muggles and wizards alike.
Stepping into the kitchens, he quietly asked one of the elves to make him a turkey sandwich, then sat down to wait for it. He didn't even notice Quincy sitting nearby.
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Quincy Dearborn
Inactive Character
Sixth Year[M:10]
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.
Posts: 8
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Post by Quincy Dearborn on May 28, 2009 22:40:41 GMT -5
Quincy's soup burned his throat, and he winced for a second before her swallowed completely and rested his head against the wall behind him. It was perfect soup, not too salty or sweet. It reminded him of hot tea, which was one of his favorite beverages, although he wouldn't ever admit it.
Quincy looked up when he heard a quiet voice ask for a turkey sandwich. He eyes scanned the room, finally focusing on a third year in his own house. The boy was reading a book he hadn't ever seen before, on psychology. Quincy didn't know what that was, and he was already interested, although not interested enough to ask the guy directly. "You're going to trip if you keep your head shoved in that spine, kid."
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Post by Xavier Scotts on Jun 14, 2009 22:42:29 GMT -5
Xavier glanced over at the voice that was calling out to him, and recognized an older Sytherin boy sipping on a cup of what looked like soup. Being from a prominent pureblood family, Xavier was at least vaguely familiar with most of the pureblood families, and he recognized this as one of the Dearborns.
He shrugged, feeling somewhat cocky. "Yeah, I guess I might." In fact, he had done so before. He avoided reading while walking down the stairs now, after having tripped quite spectacularly a few weeks earlier.
"You're a Dearborn, right?"
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Quincy Dearborn
Inactive Character
Sixth Year[M:10]
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.
Posts: 8
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Post by Quincy Dearborn on Dec 7, 2009 0:37:14 GMT -5
Quincy had returned to staring at the small condensed layer of soup that had risen to the top of the bowl. He hated when that happened, and was seriously considering getting another bowl when the boy said something to him. It took a few seconds to register, but Quincy finally got the question's flow in his mind.
"Yeah," he said, almost surprised that someone had recognized him. Not many people really knew much about Quincy if they hadn't had some sort of run in with him, and after that, not many people tried to get any sort of view of him at all.
"You look somewhat familiar. You have any siblings?" Quincy asked.
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Post by Xavier Scotts on Jan 1, 2010 11:41:59 GMT -5
Xavier let out a short laugh at this question. He was used to being identified by his siblings. To the other Slytherins, he was "Justin's little brother." To the Gryffindors, he was "Gwen's Slytherin brother." To the teachers, he was the little brother of whichever one of his siblings was their favorite. At home, he was the "golden boy," who would surely save the Scotts family. He hated all of that. Sometimes he desperately wished that he had been an only child or even an orphan so that he could just be himself without any outside pressures or expectations from anyone else. It seemed like everyone was trying so hard to shape him into something, but he really wanted to be able to determine his own path.
"Yeah, I've got a few," he said dismissively. He decided abruptly not to discuss Justin, Gwen, Timmy, or Thane. Why should he? He was not about to let them define who is was or how people perceived him. "The name's Xavier."
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