12-30-2010, 09:11 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Narcissa Hensley Gryffindor Third Year x6 x4
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Originally Posted by Roselyn Hehe, she was getting rather good at this sneaking around thing. Having been waiting for this moment for the past three days now, Evelyn found herself leaning against a compartment door frame, starring into the empty compartment, Poof on her shoulders, luggage by her side, and a rather serene smile on her face.
Empty, quiet, alone, and no Mr. Hufflepuff guy in sight.
After a moment or so, the Slytherin let her luggage fall forwards onto the middle of the floor before situating herself down onto the seat, sitting closer to the window, and propping her feet up on the now very useful foot stool. Her white and gray stripped kitty jumped off her shoulders and made herself comfortable in the teenager's lap and now...
Well Evelyn was just happy to be alone at the moment. Hmm. Finny had run out of bertie botts. Maybe that was a good thing really. The prefect had a cute pout on his face as he moved along through the middle of the train. He was rather disappointed that he hadnt managed to get them to last any longer, they were rather yummy. At least Neptune wouldn't poke him now if she saw him, that would be good a thing.
But now...he needed something else to do. Maybe another girl? He glanced into compartments that he was passing, until he stopped when he got to one which a lone girl was in.
perfect. He did watch her for a few seconds, because she was leaning against the compartment. That was weird, but she sat down soon, so all was good for him to go talk to her haha. He pushed the door open, and kind of stood in the doorway, just incase she didn't like him intruding. "Hey....mind if I join you?"
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