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meganelizabeth · 08-01-2011, 09:23 PM

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Originally Posted by ortalismusicoh

Ness had no idea where she was going, but she kept on walking. She picked up Puffles her pygmy puff and put him on her shoulder so she wouldn't loose him too. The only thing Ness knew was that she was on the second floor. She spotted some suits of armors and went to take a look.

They were quite interesting to look at, but Ness was getting rather bored. She thought of heading up again, but then she realised she would get close to the fourth floor corridor. She didn't like the fourth floor, as something bad always used to happen to her, but maybe she was just being stupid and over exxagerating, maybe it was just by coincedince but bad things had happened to her already three time. Ness not knowing what to do just stood there.

Christopher walked along the second floor, not exactly paying attention to where he was going. Simultaneously reading some good old poetry and eating a crispy red apple he'd gotten from those dear house elves in the Kitchen, making his way to the library. He usually had huge stacks of books to read, but he'd finished them all and had returned them already. He re-read his own copy of Shakespeare that Selina had given him for his thirteenth birthday on his way to the library, not wanting to put it down, despite the fact that he must'be already read it a million times. He was quite the can of classical Muggle writing and poetry. So what would be a betterthing to do on this slow afternoon than take a quick trip to the library.

He flipped the page with his apple-hand, and walked passed the ever so familiar suits of armor. But Christopher stopped immediately, for out f the corner of his eye he was sure he could make out a new, yet very short, statue among the many other tall statues. As he took a closer look, the fourteen year old realized that there were, in fact, no new states. All he saw was a familiar, small and rather bored-looking girl with a Pugmy Puff by the name of Puffles. Taking a few steps backwards, Christopher (who was still facing forward and judged turned his head to speak to her for some odd reason) grinned. "Hey Nessie. Hey Puffles," he said, glad that Chunk wasn't here. Those two didn't need anymore trouble with their pets. "What brings you to this mundane area of the castle this lovely morning?" he asked with a smile, casually clutching the apple from behind his back, also pushing his weight forward on his toes and backward on his toes.

08-01-2011, 09:23 PM	#114 (permalink)
meganelizabeth Firecrab Join Date: Jul 2010 Location: PIGFARTS. Posts: 929 Hogwarts RPG Name: Christopher James Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by ortalismusicoh Ness had no idea where she was going, but she kept on walking. She picked up Puffles her pygmy puff and put him on her shoulder so she wouldn't loose him too. The only thing Ness knew was that she was on the second floor. She spotted some suits of armors and went to take a look. They were quite interesting to look at, but Ness was getting rather bored. She thought of heading up again, but then she realised she would get close to the fourth floor corridor. She didn't like the fourth floor, as something bad always used to happen to her, but maybe she was just being stupid and over exxagerating, maybe it was just by coincedince but bad things had happened to her already three time. Ness not knowing what to do just stood there. Christopher walked along the second floor, not exactly paying attention to where he was going. Simultaneously reading some good old poetry and eating a crispy red apple he'd gotten from those dear house elves in the Kitchen, making his way to the library. He usually had huge stacks of books to read, but he'd finished them all and had returned them already. He re-read his own copy of Shakespeare that Selina had given him for his thirteenth birthday on his way to the library, not wanting to put it down, despite the fact that he must'be already read it a million times. He was quite the can of classical Muggle writing and poetry. So what would be a betterthing to do on this slow afternoon than take a quick trip to the library. He flipped the page with his apple-hand, and walked passed the ever so familiar suits of armor. But Christopher stopped immediately, for out f the corner of his eye he was sure he could make out a new, yet very short, statue among the many other tall statues. As he took a closer look, the fourteen year old realized that there were, in fact, no new states. All he saw was a familiar, small and rather bored-looking girl with a Pugmy Puff by the name of Puffles. Taking a few steps backwards, Christopher (who was still facing forward and judged turned his head to speak to her for some odd reason) grinned. "Hey Nessie. Hey Puffles," he said, glad that Chunk wasn't here. Those two didn't need anymore trouble with their pets. "What brings you to this mundane area of the castle this lovely morning?" he asked with a smile, casually clutching the apple from behind his back, also pushing his weight forward on his toes and backward on his toes.