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iBeJenn · 05-06-2011, 02:29 AM

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Originally Posted by Ama

Sir Robin led the way, bounding into the common room with great leaps. Lulu Patterson followed behind him a little less jovially. The new girl's meltdown after having her wig torn off had been disturbing enough to give the third year a severe case of secondhand embarrassment. Lu rubbed the back of her hot neck as she assessed the situation in the common room. Things looked as normal as ever with several girls looking slightly upset, others looking broody, some males doing their best to appear uninterested and highly anti social and others--well, they still seemed excited about who knew what; most likely first years.

The black footed ferret continued to scurry around the common room, sniffing people's trousers and shoes. A lot of them were familiar and he moved away from them quickly but not before nuzzling the back of their knees and calves affectionately. Suddenly, however, he stopped mid run in the middle of the common room. He stood up on his hind legs and stared at the feline on of the Slytherin girl's lap with unblinking and unwavering black beady eyes.

"Careful, Robin!" advised Lulu loudly in her thick Glaswegian accent as she searched under an armchair for one of her ferret's missing toys. She was certain she left it at the end of last term because she couldn't find it the entire summer and it had left Robin in a sour mood. "Yer fast but I reckon you can't outrace a cat. That is a cat, isn't it?" asked Patterson in the girl's direction, shoving an arm under the armchair. She felt the stone floor under her palm, only grime and dust wedging in between her fingers. No toy. No luck. As she pulled away and knelt by the armchair, Lulu's brown eyes took in the rest of the room's inhabitants, including newly appointed Head Girl, Iris somethingortheother. "Awrite, mate?" she greeted. "Yer look like yer contemplating the meaning of life or what to wear in the morning if yer less complicated."

Orabelle was engrossed in the week's salute to silk in the magazine. Still, she couldn't believe how some people accessorized. Was it a rule of becoming famous or something? After you become famous you must make yourself look hideous? Because if it was, Orabelle did nawt want to be like one of those people. It was disgusting but their clothes were so gorgeous and seemingly one of a kind.

That was when she felt something... sniffing... her shoes. Orabelle didn't feel itchy and wasn't breaking out into anything so it couldn't be a dog or puppy or anything. Was it a rat...? Orabelle knew there was something wrong with this school if the headmaster told them to reside in the dungeons! She looked down and saw a fuzzy thing darting around the room and she screamed, pulling her legs up, eyes wide.

"Ehmagawsh, there's a rat in here?" she squealed with horror. She looked and saw the thing stop moving and a cat in someone's lap. Orabelle was fairly certain that the thing darting around was a rat and the girl's cat should like.... kill it or something.

05-06-2011, 02:29 AM	#12 (permalink)
iBeJenn Hinkypunk Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: NYC Posts: 12,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maya Nam Slytherin Seventh Year x12 x2	Hope you don't mind... ^^;; Quote: Originally Posted by Ama Sir Robin led the way, bounding into the common room with great leaps. Lulu Patterson followed behind him a little less jovially. The new girl's meltdown after having her wig torn off had been disturbing enough to give the third year a severe case of secondhand embarrassment. Lu rubbed the back of her hot neck as she assessed the situation in the common room. Things looked as normal as ever with several girls looking slightly upset, others looking broody, some males doing their best to appear uninterested and highly anti social and others--well, they still seemed excited about who knew what; most likely first years. The black footed ferret continued to scurry around the common room, sniffing people's trousers and shoes. A lot of them were familiar and he moved away from them quickly but not before nuzzling the back of their knees and calves affectionately. Suddenly, however, he stopped mid run in the middle of the common room. He stood up on his hind legs and stared at the feline on of the Slytherin girl's lap with unblinking and unwavering black beady eyes. "Careful, Robin!" advised Lulu loudly in her thick Glaswegian accent as she searched under an armchair for one of her ferret's missing toys. She was certain she left it at the end of last term because she couldn't find it the entire summer and it had left Robin in a sour mood. "Yer fast but I reckon you can't outrace a cat. That is a cat, isn't it?" asked Patterson in the girl's direction, shoving an arm under the armchair. She felt the stone floor under her palm, only grime and dust wedging in between her fingers. No toy. No luck. As she pulled away and knelt by the armchair, Lulu's brown eyes took in the rest of the room's inhabitants, including newly appointed Head Girl, Iris somethingortheother. "Awrite, mate?" she greeted. "Yer look like yer contemplating the meaning of life or what to wear in the morning if yer less complicated." Orabelle was engrossed in the week's salute to silk in the magazine. Still, she couldn't believe how some people accessorized. Was it a rule of becoming famous or something? After you become famous you must make yourself look hideous? Because if it was, Orabelle did nawt want to be like one of those people. It was disgusting but their clothes were so gorgeous and seemingly one of a kind. That was when she felt something... sniffing... her shoes. Orabelle didn't feel itchy and wasn't breaking out into anything so it couldn't be a dog or puppy or anything. Was it a rat...? Orabelle knew there was something wrong with this school if the headmaster told them to reside in the dungeons! She looked down and saw a fuzzy thing darting around the room and she screamed, pulling her legs up, eyes wide. *"Ehmagawsh, there's a rat* in here?" she squealed with horror. She looked and saw the thing stop moving and a cat in someone's lap. Orabelle was fairly certain that the thing darting around was a rat and the girl's cat should like.... kill it or something. __________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path** between the s t a r s________________._____________ ♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...