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Ivy Nienna · 09-05-2011, 05:36 PM

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Originally Posted by Syd (:

Watching Ivory pace, Dallin frowned. He was glad she agreed with not going to the headmaster. She didn't seem too keen on the other two ideas, though. So... what would they do?

Dallin leaned against the wall, thinking. At the prefect's suggestion he turned his head to look at the painting at the entrance to the kitchen. Tickle the pear? Pushing himself away from the wall he went over to the painting. After staring at it for a few seconds he reached out to tickle the pear. It giggled and moved a bit, as if thinking about doing something, but it stopped abruptly and went still again. The frown line on Dal's forehead got bigger and he tried again with the same results.

"It doesn't seem like it's gonna open." He said, turning back to Ivory.

Oh fiddlesticks." The prefect cursed glumly as she crossed her arms again. Sighing, she straightened her back. "Alright I guess we could camp out here for the night," For lack of another word. Though thinking about it, did the word 'camp' entitle a tent? "Ooooor we could go ahead with the mess idea. I mean technically we don't have much to learn staying here, since thinking about it," she added sheepishly. "House elves can just apparate every where. So they have no need for the door," Nodding determinedly, she continued. "Besides if morning comes around and no house elves show up we can always just clean it up ourselves, right?"

09-05-2011, 05:36 PM	#19 (permalink)
Ivy Nienna Puffskein Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Out by the sea Posts: 1,424 Hogwarts RPG Name: Auden Azarolla Ravenclaw First Year	<.< >,> v.v ^,^! Quote: Originally Posted by Syd (: Watching Ivory pace, Dallin frowned. He was glad she agreed with not going to the headmaster. She didn't seem too keen on the other two ideas, though. So... what would they do? Dallin leaned against the wall, thinking. At the prefect's suggestion he turned his head to look at the painting at the entrance to the kitchen. Tickle the pear? Pushing himself away from the wall he went over to the painting. After staring at it for a few seconds he reached out to tickle the pear. It giggled and moved a bit, as if thinking about doing something, but it stopped abruptly and went still again. The frown line on Dal's forehead got bigger and he tried again with the same results. "It doesn't seem like it's gonna open." He said, turning back to Ivory. Oh fiddlesticks." The prefect cursed glumly as she crossed her arms again. Sighing, she straightened her back. "Alright I guess we could camp out here for the night," For lack of another word. Though thinking about it, did the word 'camp' entitle a tent? "Ooooor we could go ahead with the mess idea. I mean technically we don't have much to learn staying here, since thinking about it," she added sheepishly. "House elves can just apparate every where. So they have no need for the door," Nodding determinedly, she continued. "Besides if morning comes around and no house elves show up we can always just clean it up ourselves, right?" __________________