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Stefan · 05-23-2012, 03:47 PM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Elliot, of course, was NOT much a sweets fan. In fact, she hated sweets. But she always found herself INSIDE OF SWEETSHOPS because of her little sisters. They loved chocolate...so Elliot, once again, was in Honeydukes to buy them CANDY.

EWWW.

She staggered around a little, since it was pleeeenty crowded. She was about to pick up some candies...when...something caught her eye.

Some boy's SHOES. They were simply tennis shoes...but they were AWESOME! Elliot had NEVER worn tennis shoes before...her father thought them too common...but if she had an awesome pair sporting Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, she totally would. She didn't realize she had been staring at the kid's shoes for far too long, and tried to play it off....but...

it was too late.

So Elliot smirked smugly, and said, "Nice shoes, sir. Where did you get them?" she asked, begging her cheeks not to go red in embarrassment.

Toffee. Check.

Nougat. Check.

Yes, of course the Dark Chocolate Truffles. That was a must. “Now where’s the chocolate fud…” Mordred trailed off as he saw a girl staring at his feet. He pulled a confused face and looked down. Was she looking at his new shoes? Before he knew it, she was already asking where he got them. Should he tell?

No?

Yes?

Oh, oh well he doesn’t know where exactly his parents got them. He suspects it’s muggle shoes and was modified by his mother who used to be in Slytherin. He looked at the girl again and responded with pride. “My parents got it for me. I s’pose, it’s an early Christmas present…or birthday present.” He said as he looked at the window thinking. Or was it a bribe of some sort? Mordred looked at her again, and he was sure she wasn’t from Slytherin. “Why? You like them?” he asked with a smirk.

Oh and did he call him sir? That sounded nice. He might live with it. But then again... "The name's Mordred." he said as he tried to extend his hand to shake, but both of his hands were already full of sweets.

05-23-2012, 03:47 PM	#14 (permalink)
Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz Elliot, of course, was NOT much a sweets fan. In fact, she hated sweets. But she always found herself INSIDE OF SWEETSHOPS because of her little sisters. They loved chocolate...so Elliot, once again, was in Honeydukes to buy them CANDY. EWWW. She staggered around a little, since it was pleeeenty crowded. She was about to pick up some candies...when...something caught her eye. Some boy's SHOES. They were simply tennis shoes...but they were AWESOME! Elliot had NEVER worn tennis shoes before...her father thought them too common...but if she had an awesome pair sporting Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, she totally would. She didn't realize she had been staring at the kid's shoes for far too long, and tried to play it off....but... it was too late. So Elliot smirked smugly, and said, "Nice shoes, sir. Where did you get them?" she asked, begging her cheeks not to go red in embarrassment. Toffee. Check. Nougat. Check. Yes, of course the Dark Chocolate Truffles. That was a must. “Now where’s the chocolate fud…” Mordred trailed off as he saw a girl staring at his feet. He pulled a confused face and looked down. Was she looking at his new shoes? Before he knew it, she was already asking where he got them. Should he tell? No? Yes? Oh, oh well he doesn’t know where exactly his parents got them. He suspects it’s muggle shoes and was modified by his mother who used to be in Slytherin. He looked at the girl again and responded with pride. “My parents got it for me. I s’pose, it’s an early Christmas present…or birthday present.” He said as he looked at the window thinking. Or was it a bribe of some sort? Mordred looked at her again, and he was sure she wasn’t from Slytherin. “Why? You like them?” he asked with a smirk. Oh and did he call him sir? That sounded nice. He might live with it. But then again... "The name's Mordred." he said as he tried to extend his hand to shake, but both of his hands were already full of sweets. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.