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Gryffindoll · 02-12-2011, 08:11 PM

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Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01

Players dressed in Maroon and Navy robes flew past the stands on brooms very close to the spectators and Riley was excitedly cheering them on with the rest of the student body, his trusty vuvuzuela in his hand. Just as he was about to pull it up to his mouth and sound it again, Braeden snatched it. and stuck his dirty, germ infested mouth on it!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU TROLL?!" he shouted at the Gryffindor beside him. How could he do that. Now Riley had to burn the darned thing. Or at least boil the boy's saliva off the end. And he didn't have that kind of time nowadays what with homework and lessons.

Riley looked at the boy crossly and crossed his arms. Ok maybe he didn't mean to be like that but Brae should know him better than to do that. Maybe the hug from before gave him false hope that the personal and germophobe boundaries Riley had spent months building between himself and his friends were now not in effect? He was wrong they would ALWAYS be there. And now Riley was left vuvuzuela-less.

OHCRAP.
What the-- Gryffindor had been winning JUST a second ago! Oh well... if Ravenclaw was winning then... at least Deus would be happy. Happy Deus = Happy Brae.

The Gryffindor boy was just about to blow on the vuvuzela again when Riley, next to him, began to freak out. Like really freak out. He even went as far as to call poor little Brae a troll! A troll! That wasn't very nice! "But-- but-- I thought we were friends, Riley," started Braeden dramatically. "What, can't handle a little friendly Gryffindor spit? I assure you, I brushed my teeth very well this morning," said the boy with just the slightest hint of a smirk curving one corner of his lips. "C'mon, you've got to let your germ-a-phobia go, mate!" he said, poking Riley with the vuvuzela. Hehe. It was fun to watch him freak out. "C'mon, blow on it... blow on ittttt..." he insisted, trying to get Riley to touch the thing again with devious amusement in his brown eyes. Aw man, this was priceless. But in all honesty, he hadn't meant to freak Riley out. He'd forgotten how high-maintenance his friend was.

02-12-2011, 08:11 PM	#259 (permalink)
Gryffindoll Scheming Marauder Ghost Join Date: Jul 2003 Posts: 70,285	Serial Prankster • Troloholic • Like a BAWS • Brae the Lionheart & Lion Cub • AnDee & Melsse Quote: Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01 Players dressed in Maroon and Navy robes flew past the stands on brooms very close to the spectators and Riley was excitedly cheering them on with the rest of the student body, his trusty vuvuzuela in his hand. Just as he was about to pull it up to his mouth and sound it again, Braeden snatched it. and stuck his dirty, germ infested mouth on it! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU TROLL?!" he shouted at the Gryffindor beside him. How could he do that. Now Riley had to burn the darned thing. Or at least boil the boy's saliva off the end. And he didn't have that kind of time nowadays what with homework and lessons. Riley looked at the boy crossly and crossed his arms. Ok maybe he didn't mean to be like that but Brae should know him better than to do that. Maybe the hug from before gave him false hope that the personal and germophobe boundaries Riley had spent months building between himself and his friends were now not in effect? He was wrong they would ALWAYS be there. And now Riley was left vuvuzuela-less. OHCRAP. What the-- Gryffindor had been winning JUST a second ago! Oh well... if Ravenclaw was winning then... at least Deus would be happy. Happy Deus = Happy Brae. The Gryffindor boy was just about to blow on the vuvuzela again when Riley, next to him, began to freak out. Like really freak out. He even went as far as to call poor little Brae a troll! A troll! That wasn't very nice! "But-- but-- I thought we were friends, Riley," started Braeden dramatically. "What, can't handle a little friendly Gryffindor spit? I assure you, I brushed my teeth very well this morning," said the boy with just the slightest hint of a smirk curving one corner of his lips. "C'mon, you've got to let your germ-a-phobia go, mate!" he said, poking Riley with the vuvuzela. Hehe. It was fun to watch him freak out. "C'mon, blow on it... blow on ittttt..." he insisted, trying to get Riley to touch the thing again with devious amusement in his brown eyes. Aw man, this was priceless. But in all honesty, he hadn't meant to freak Riley out. He'd forgotten how high-maintenance his friend was. __________________ — the sun & the moon —