SPOILER!!: Quotes
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Nimmiii
Ruby was pleased to learn that the other boy knew nothing of her and Brae's background. So there was no way he would try to
interfere, hehe. Unless, of course, he actually
liked the stupid Goofball, and from the looks of it, that could quite possibly be true. How in earth someone could befriend a dumb idiot like Brae was beyond Ruby for sure. Unless that person was an idiot himself.
And now, he had fallen for her trick, which she was sure her 5-year-old neighbor wouldn't have fallen for. Marshmallow was seriously pathetic. She walked right up to him and smiled maliciously again before...
WACK! She punched him right on the nose.
"That's for getting ink all over my new robes over the summer," She grumbled. Nope, she didn't forget what happened in Diagon Alley...although some of the details were fuzzy.
And with that, she rushed past them, running out of the Owlery in case Brae's 'friend' decided to come after her.
Cause obviously Goofball wouldn't think of running after her, the slowpoke. Quote:
Originally Posted by
princess of*hp*
Braeden, Braeden, Braeden. ಠ_ಠ
Why, oh WHY, did he always have to take people so literally? Not everyone was as sweet as sugar. Theodore thought that the fellow sixth year would have known that but before he could stop him, the evil little girl had punched him in the nose. And she had run away. "C-COWARD!" Theodore raised a fist and shook it in her direction as she leaped off and cackled away. The owls in the vicinity hooted madly, some with contented revenge, some with indifference, and others with sincere care for the wounded lion.
But now was not the time for revenge on the girl. The Ravenclaw would see her again... how could you miss that head of hair? Running over to Braeden, he took a good look at his face. It was
bad. A bit of blood had already leaked out and for the next few weeks, he would probably have a bruise in the center of his face. "That... hag!" Theodore spluttered out the only word that came to mind. "Why... what in the hell just happened?" He was beyond concerned and placed his hands on his friend's shoulders, attempting to comfort him.
Poor Braeden hadn't seen it coming
at all!
One second he was bouncing around wishing to receive some ice cream, the next he was falling to the owl-droppings-covered floor and his head felt like it was about to explode.
OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
The poor little lion was completely disoriented for a good few moments there where he whined and moaned to the floor, a hand holding on to his nose as if it was about to fall any second. Whaaaaaaaat was that?! His face was
burning! The poor boy could've just stayed there and cried himself to sleep,
snort, if it wasn't for Theodore helping him to at least sit up on the dirty floor. The Gryffindor opened his brown eyes and pulled his hand from his nose, only to find blood tainting his pale skin.
AHH!! It had been worse than he had imagined!
"Wha--wha'
My nose!" he spluttered, obviously freaked out by the blood. As Theodore asked what just happened, Braeden turned his teary-eyed gaze to him and pushed himself up to his feet clumsily. "I
I accidentally spilled some ink on her robes at Diagon Alley
it wasn't my fault, though, she'd broken the quill before giving it to me," muttered the boy, wiping the blood off his nose with his sleeve. "
UWAAAAAAAA! My nose, Theo! How does it look?!" he asked desperately. What if the crazy Lioness had broken it or something?! What if he had a crooked nose now?!