01-07-2011, 07:36 PM
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Banshee
Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham
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Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year | aww I <3 my fellow Puffies! yayyyyy :D Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB Quote:
Originally Posted by Miss Dee Preston had just been about to plop onto his bed and relax for a few moments when he saw someone pass by the open door to the second year room's. It was a few moments later when he heard someone yell a few doors down. No doubt, the same kid who had passed by. Walking out of the room, Preston headed down the hall to where he thought the yell had come from. Opening the door ever so careful and slowly Preston stuck his head in to see what was going on. "Hey." Preston greeted, still hiding behind the door from the outside, only his head visible. "H-Happy t-to b-b-be b-back?" Preston asked with a chuckle. Fletcher had been planning to get a little shut-eye but upon hearing the voice of some other guy, he decided that champions had to do as champions do and greet their loyal subjects classmates.
"Hey," he lifted his head up slightly from his comfy spot, still smiling an awful lot. "I'm stoked, man, absolutely excited. It's my last year you know."
Or maybe the younger Puff didn't know? "Wanna come in? I'm Fletcher, by the way, just Fletcher." Quote:
Originally Posted by Zoerawrr Jake was, understandably, rather annoyed. He'd been to see who needed to be seen and had said what needed to be said. As it was now, he grumped into the seventh year boys' dormitory and didn't even bother taking his glasses or shoes off before falling forward onto his bed.
Fletcher was looking far too happy and content, though, so Jake wrenched a pillow from under his face and launched it straight at the boy.
Take that, Happy. He didn't see the fluffly projectile coming straight for the back of his head so naturally the pillow knocked Fletcher's face forward just a tad and caused his precious lump of gold to go rolling.
"HEY DUDE," he bolted up from his bed, "THAT'S NOT COOL." Whoever did that was going to get a Hufflejock fist to the face if he didn't find his precious wherever it had rolled to.
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