SPOILER!!: AINSLEY
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Originally Posted by
Emishlon 
"I know, right?!" Yes! Finally, someone actually agreed that she was cool. For some reason, others usually began listing off the reasons why she wasn't. They were mean people indeed. LOL WAT. He was agreeing to taking her potion. Paulie Foster needed to start learning the ways of Ainsley Piper, so that he could tell when she was kidding! "It gives ya bad eyesight, obviously, and I think it makes ya smarter." She tapped her head, insinuating that she had actually gained a few brain cells from it. Muahah.
Ainsley laughed a bit more audibly as opposed to her previous little giggle fits. Looks like someone was proud of their hardcore name.
Whiplash, yeahhh, sure. Ainsley sat, still holding her head, and frowning slightly as Paulie went through his babbling explanation of concussion. Something told her that he didn't have a clue. "Right, right. You know what, I'm sure I'll be fine." She grabbed hold of Paulie to pull herself back on her feet. A bit forward for a first meeting but she wasn't particularly bothered. "Let's go bouncing. Maybe it will make my head feel better." Orrrrrrrrr 10 times worse....
Giiiiiiiiiigggle......
"Had ya fooled, though, didn't I?" She really was amazing at the whole lying/playing tricks on people thing. Perhaps that should be her new specialty at Hogwarts. A form of entertainment for herself.
Pfffft. 'I know, right?!' "
Yeah, yeah. Well.. don't let it get to your head, or I'll just have to knock it back out!" Paulie raised his fist menacingly, only to diffuse any - if there was any - illusion of toughness a second later by allowed the ends of his mouth to curl up slightly. Her potion gave bad eyesight? EHHH. "
Bad vision? No way, Jose. I'm out, then. I have 20/20 vision, you know." Mhmmm. Another thing he was proud of. Inherited that from good ol' Pop. "
I guess you must have needed this potion, then, huh? In need of more brain cells." Hah! Score for Paulie!
He lifted a single eyebrow as she openly laughed at him. "
What's so funny?" There was nothing wrong with his name. Nothing at all! She had just agreed that it was cool, for cryin' out loud.
Eye-rolllll. Fine? She just complained of a concussion! But the boy didn't verbally argue because maybe she was lying and maybe he was wanting to get on with this bouncing thing, too. Ainsley Piper suddenly grabbed hold of him to yank herself up, and although the gawky boy almost crashed down on top of her until his instincts caught up with him, he didn't mind acting as a support system. Nope. 'Cause she was a pretty girl and she was holding onto him. "
Maybe - there's only one way to find out, huh?" And that was bouncing!
Okay, so maybe she
had had him fooled. But not now! He shoved her shoulder and rolled his eyes again. "
Oh, be quiet, Piper Pooper." Eh, he wasn't sure why he added on the 'pooper,' but it was a quasi-comeback to her 'told ya so' sorta remark, so he bounced forward without waiting.
SPOILER!!: LOLA&&VICTORIA
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Originally Posted by
highjinx "VENGEANCE!"
Jab.
"AND DISCIPLINE!"
Jab jab jab jab.
She had to do something! What if this girl was brutally murdered by the possible bounty hunters at the end of this fake Hogwarts. Or BOUNCY hunters... "Hehe. I made a joke." She stopped bouncing to take in a nice giggle and immediately took her bouncy-attacking form again. En garde!
What? Did she just? "Royal Guards?! PFFFFFT. DARLING OH STOP IT, POPPET," she said jokingly and then casually waved her hand at the girl. Lola was the Drama Queen and holding that title meant that she was far superior than anyone else. This girl was a PRINCESS! A PRINCESS! She would claim this child as her own--move her away from this delinquent and wild life--teach her proper manner and etiquette, she could see a bright tea party in their future. "You have no power over them! It is the QUEEN'S right, m'darling! But of course, a Mother like I need no such authorities!" WHEN YOU'RE TRAINED IN THE ARTS OF HIGH HEELS!
"Who am I? Who am I? It is I, Lola Jones--Queen of the Drama and the Arts, actress--future wizarding celebrity," cough cough, "Lead role in Babbitty Rabbitty and the Cackling Stump, you know, that top number one play riiiiiiiight down the corner over there," she pointed and winked. Now was obviously the perfect time to advertise. People needed to see her perform! To see her play as that scrumptious old bunny lady. "Fifteen, Slytherin at Hogwarts, further information will be held in my future best-selling autobiography book." It was bound to happen, right? Right.
Jab.
"I'm ATTACKING YOU," she jabbed again, "BECAUSE I CARE VERY MUCH FOR YOU!" Her motherly instincts were setting in! THIS POOR, DERANGED GIRL--Lola felt it was her duty to fix her.
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Originally Posted by
BanaBatGirl Ravenclaw that she was...NOT, poor Tori did not understand.
"You ain't no mother of MINE!" she shot right back at the delusional Drama Queen. Jab. Jab. "My mom is in California!" Jab. "And she doesn't have wild and crazy PINK cotton candy hair with GUM stuck in it!"
Tori had to admit, she did like the color of this Lola Jones' hair. "I've never even HEARD of that play," she added, bouncing further and further away from Lola, still holding her shoe like a sword. "AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND."
WHY was this girl trying to MOTHER her? She was more likely trying to MURDER her. That's when Tori decided to turn to outside help.
"HELP, SOMEBODY, there's a CRAZY GIRL attacking MEEEEEEEE!"
Paulie suddenly tumbled forward to a halt. Wha-wha-wha-whaaaaaaaaaaaat? Who was yelping and yelling and causing such a ruckus?
He turned and blinked as he saw a sight before him. Some CRAZY-haired girl was attacking that ginger princess from the food stand! What the-? O______o Paulie looked puzzledly to Ainsley, then bounced over to where they were.
"
UNHAND HER, YOU!"
Not that Paulie was much of a knight in shining armor, but hey - he was in a castle, and Victoria here was a 'princess' being accosted by a............... pink-haired dragon. The boy flopped all over the place on the uneven ground, trying - and failing - to separate Victoria from the grips of her attacker.