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Krel Ansell · 03-29-2012, 02:35 AM

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Originally Posted by NannyMcPhee

Scratch, scratch.

Damien hated these blasted uniforms. Couldn't wizards make fabric that wasn't so itchy?? Every step he took his legs, arms -- even his feet itched!

Scratch, scratch.

Maybe a strong cup of coffee would distract him well enough. The Hufflepuff wandered in the direction of his house table and sat down with another scratch of his forearm before drawing out his wand to conjure a large mug of steaming coffee. The aroma immediately made him forget and he took a small sip.

Daisy had been happily eating some crumpets and sipping at a cup of tea with Tennessee over at the Gryffindor table when she had seen Damien come into the hall. She had excused herself from her younger friend and carrying her teacup over to the Hufflepuff table - cornered Damien.

"You've been avoiding me again," she said sitting down next to him, bumping his arm lightly as he took a sip of his drink.

Sniff. Sniff....

Something smelt odd. Perhaps it was Hufflepuff house's choice of food? She had never actually sat down at this table before....

03-29-2012, 02:35 AM	#567 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Quote: Originally Posted by NannyMcPhee Scratch, scratch. Damien hated these blasted uniforms. Couldn't wizards make fabric that wasn't so itchy?? Every step he took his legs, arms -- even his feet itched! Scratch, scratch. Maybe a strong cup of coffee would distract him well enough. The Hufflepuff wandered in the direction of his house table and sat down with another scratch of his forearm before drawing out his wand to conjure a large mug of steaming coffee. The aroma immediately made him forget and he took a small sip. Daisy had been happily eating some crumpets and sipping at a cup of tea with Tennessee over at the Gryffindor table when she had seen Damien come into the hall. She had excused herself from her younger friend and carrying her teacup over to the Hufflepuff table - cornered Damien. "You've been avoiding me again," she said sitting down next to him, bumping his arm lightly as he took a sip of his drink. Sniff. Sniff.... Something smelt odd. Perhaps it was Hufflepuff house's choice of food? She had never actually sat down at this table before.... __________________