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city_girl_95 · 10-24-2011, 04:53 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by LunaLovegood5

For Amy

Jack looked curiously up at the portraits which were arranged carefully on the huge walls. He looked to his left, then right and realised that he was alone. Again. As usual. Trying to ignore is increasingly dampening mood, he looked at the portrait in front of him, which portrayed an old man sleeping in an arm chair. He had orange robes and brown tweed trousers which were short enough to reveal green and pink stripy socks. He had a thick grey beard to his fat stomach, and a pink face. On his head was a pointed hat, striped purple and gold. His wand was rested on his lap, so Jack of course with nothing better to do chanced a hello. "Um, hi," he said, but the man didn't stir. "Hello." He said loudly, and the man jumped.

Wulfric the Weary may have been old, but he was perfectly able to leap out of a chair and draw his wand, even if it did make his joints moan in frustration. "You woke me from my slumber," he said sourly, glaring at the boy. "Ravenclaw." He said, scowling. "Bunch of swots in my day, I was a Hufflepuff you know, best house of all in my opinion." He said stoutly. "I went on to become aa marvellous wizard, I just," he coughed, his pink face turning pinker, "failed to wake up in time to see the herd of Angus Aberdeen's about to trample my tent." He scowled, "bloody cows." He muttered, sitting down again and dozing off.

Jack sighed. What a waste of two minutes.

Wow. Amy's face was a shade of.....angry purple and yet puce at the same time. She felt sick to the stomach, and looked it to, but she wasn't ill. No, because she would of gone to bed for that by now, no she was feeling what could be called intense embarassment, but also genuine hurt. And she didn't really get why that was, but she basically wanted to sit down and just cry. She wouldn't though, because they'd think they'd won, and they wouldn't. No. She wasn't in her uniform which she was thankful for, for the sheer fact she could belt it down the stairs, which she wouldn't be able to if she was in the grey restricting skirt.

And then she spotted someone, and though she was going to turn away and head off to the common room, that would be the first place in the school where Sammy would look for and she just wanted to avoid that. And Sammy would too, unless she felt her face was too plain and could of done with some blue colouring around her eye. Which was doubtful. Instead, she trudged over to Jack, and feeling utterly crap buried her face in his chest

10-24-2011, 04:53 PM	#22 (permalink)
city_girl_95 SS100 Triumphant Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: -SH [GMT] Posts: 7,007 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Amy" Mae Samson Seventh Year x3	Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Quote: Originally Posted by LunaLovegood5 For Amy Jack looked curiously up at the portraits which were arranged carefully on the huge walls. He looked to his left, then right and realised that he was alone. Again. As usual. Trying to ignore is increasingly dampening mood, he looked at the portrait in front of him, which portrayed an old man sleeping in an arm chair. He had orange robes and brown tweed trousers which were short enough to reveal green and pink stripy socks. He had a thick grey beard to his fat stomach, and a pink face. On his head was a pointed hat, striped purple and gold. His wand was rested on his lap, so Jack of course with nothing better to do chanced a hello. "Um, hi," he said, but the man didn't stir. "Hello." He said loudly, and the man jumped. Wulfric the Weary may have been old, but he was perfectly able to leap out of a chair and draw his wand, even if it did make his joints moan in frustration. "You woke me from my slumber," he said sourly, glaring at the boy. "Ravenclaw." He said, scowling. "Bunch of swots in my day, I was a Hufflepuff you know, best house of all in my opinion." He said stoutly. "I went on to become aa marvellous wizard, I just," he coughed, his pink face turning pinker, "failed to wake up in time to see the herd of Angus Aberdeen's about to trample my tent." He scowled, "bloody cows." He muttered, sitting down again and dozing off. Jack sighed. What a waste of two minutes. Wow. Amy's face was a shade of.....angry purple and yet puce at the same time. She felt sick to the stomach, and looked it to, but she wasn't ill. No, because she would of gone to bed for that by now, no she was feeling what could be called intense embarassment, but also genuine hurt. And she didn't really get why that was, but she basically wanted to sit down and just cry. She wouldn't though, because they'd think they'd won, and they wouldn't. No. She wasn't in her uniform which she was thankful for, for the sheer fact she could belt it down the stairs, which she wouldn't be able to if she was in the grey restricting skirt. And then she spotted someone, and though she was going to turn away and head off to the common room, that would be the first place in the school where Sammy would look for and she just wanted to avoid that. And Sammy would too, unless she felt her face was too plain and could of done with some blue colouring around her eye. Which was doubtful. Instead, she trudged over to Jack, and feeling utterly crap buried her face in his chest __________________ Tonight we are young. So lets set the world on fire---------------- ----------------------------Belle-Marie. Hufflepuff. Fifth Year.