[Sorting Hat 09] Not really filtered. Also class log.

[vandertulp]

[filtered]Zus? It's important, Marijke.

Has anybody seen Marij-- Emmeline? Tell her I'm looking for her if you see her, please.

Stuck in the greenhouses today.

[Feeling a bit guilty over his sister's lack of parents for the parents' weekend, her brother is looking to spend some quality time. He's not even going to bicker today. Much.]

[ooc:  Sorry for posting it late but there's actually a thread for Herbology in the class log now.  It's right HERE. ]

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[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Staring at the bunny; if he doesn't look at zus maybe she won't take it as seriously.]

Don't want you unhappy though.

[bezwerinkje.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't say anything for a moment, dragging out the quiet. finally:]

Who says I ain't happy now?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Well sure, you're always going to be happy where you're put because that's who you are, zus. But he knows it must worry you sometimes, like it worries him.]

Not saying that at all.

[He holds the bunny back out.]

[bezwerinkje.livejournal.com]

Oughtn't worry 'bout me...

[bunny! she takes him back, with considerably less gleeful enthusiasm than she had previously.]

What's this really 'bout, then, huh?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Well, he knew zus was smart. He doesn't really want to fess up . . .]

Just wantin' to see you. And I didn't-- well I didn't want you feeli--[hnngh why is it so hard to say how much he cares about her]

Feeling bad about the parents. [It's quiet, and Thijs suddenly takes a serious interest in a stack of papers on the edge of his desk, snatching them and leafing through slowly, but he's hardly reading the words.]

[bezwerinkje.livejournal.com]

[oh, why is her brother so damn weird with affection, sulking and snapping instead of talking sense out straight. Emmeline leans forward, the bunny in her lap, and puts her hands over her brother's.]

It's alright. I'm alright with you. If Mama's not gonna see us anymore, an' Papa's too busy, I still have my dumb brother, yeah?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[He lowers his hands as her own set lightly on top of them, lowering the papers as well and looking at Marijke over them. He only manages for a few moments (breaks his heart to hear her talk like that) before frowning deeply and letting his gaze drift off to the side.]

I don't know who you're talking about.

[bezwerinkje.livejournal.com]

[her smile tilts with a tease; there's that fussy Broer. better to rib him a little than sit and let him work himself into an upset, not if she can help it.]

Don't you? Can't see how you'd miss him, he's fair huge, an' always hangin' around the greenhouses like he's got more roots than a willow tree.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[You get the smallest of smiles for that, though it's more like a smirk. ]

Oh, you mean the sharp fellow in the greenhouses who keeps the plants from mauling the students? He's half-way decent, I thought.

latest everr

[bezwerinkje.livejournal.com]

No, definitely not him. I mean the one who planted the student-mauling flora. That guy's my dumb brother.

/will wait for sis always B'/

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Then he must be very old; those plants have been there for a good long while!


Sure you're not just a confused little girl?