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Magical Soul · 01-26-2012, 04:00 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"Right, Ms. Louisa Carter," Williamson eyed the girl as he picked up on her sulky tone, "do you ever wanna throw a party? You might not wanna be an Interior Designer when you grow up, but let me tell ya: parties are FUN." This was common knowledge throughout the world. Duh. And Dub was a party expert, or didn't she know?

Nothing? Uh huh. The rapidity with which she spewed out that answer had Willy's eyebrows dancing toward the top of his head. "Nothing, huh? So you wanna grow up to me a mailwoman, is that what you're saying? Odd job for a witch...." He eyed her even MOAR suspiciously now.

"If they're not still in the office...." William murmured to himself, floating further down the hallway, "then where would they be????!" Dun dun DUNNNnn it was about time for him to make a great escape. Before Althea saw his handiwork anyway....

What was this? Ms. 'I Don't Wanna Be a Designer' was designing stuff now? "Suit yourself," William shrugged, floating almost out of sight amongst all the toilet paper crowding the ceiling now. "GREEN WOULD LOOK GOOD!"

Parties? Louisa let go of the paper she was holding, and pushed herself against the wall toward the ~~fleeing~~ professor. He was showing some serious randomness; Not the good stuff that make you smile and laugh, but weird and fishy randomness- the kind you use to distract someone from the original idea. Courtesy of 'Be A Veritaserum', Louisa's current fun-reading book.

Forcing a chuckle to lighten her mood, Louisa asked, "Sir, are you trying to..." distract or get rid of me? Instead she altered her question to, "Does professor Schirmer approve of this decoration task?" She couldn't see the woman being so happy with people messing her corridor's ceiling with toilet paper.

And since he was still jumping around throwing the papers here and there, the fifth year had to float to a lower level. She craned her neck at the man's direction to see if he was gone already.... would he notice if she just scrambled away? She stopped doing this decorating nonsense task thing by now.

01-26-2012, 04:00 PM	#11 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Heh, we kind of figured that out xD Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "Right, Ms. Louisa Carter," Williamson eyed the girl as he picked up on her sulky tone, "do you ever wanna throw a party? You might not wanna be an Interior Designer when you grow up, but let me tell ya: parties are FUN." This was common knowledge throughout the world. Duh. And Dub was a party expert, or didn't she know? Nothing? Uh huh. The rapidity with which she spewed out that answer had Willy's eyebrows dancing toward the top of his head. "Nothing, huh? So you wanna grow up to me a mailwoman, is that what you're saying? Odd job for a witch...." He eyed her even MOAR suspiciously now. "If they're not still in the office...." William murmured to himself, floating further down the hallway, "then where would they be????!" Dun dun DUNNNnn it was about time for him to make a great escape. Before Althea saw his handiwork anyway.... What was this? Ms. 'I Don't Wanna Be a Designer' was designing stuff now? "Suit yourself," William shrugged, floating almost out of sight amongst all the toilet paper crowding the ceiling now. "GREEN WOULD LOOK GOOD!" Parties? Louisa let go of the paper she was holding, and pushed herself against the wall toward the ~~fleeing~~ professor. He was showing some serious randomness; Not the good stuff that make you smile and laugh, but weird and fishy randomness- the kind you use to distract someone from the original idea. Courtesy of 'Be A Veritaserum', Louisa's current fun-reading book. Forcing a chuckle to lighten her mood, Louisa asked, "Sir, are you trying to..." distract or get rid of me? Instead she altered her question to, "Does professor Schirmer approve of this decoration task?" She couldn't see the woman being so happy with people messing her corridor's ceiling with toilet paper. And since he was still jumping around throwing the papers here and there, the fifth year had to float to a lower level. She craned her neck at the man's direction to see if he was gone already.... would he notice if she just scrambled away? She stopped doing this decorating nonsense task thing by now.