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*Holmesian Feline* · 08-24-2012, 02:32 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Her elbow hurt AND some boy had witnessed her fail. It seemed Genevieve was in a perpetual state of pain and bad mood-ery lately... she should have stayed in France, perhaps.

She tried not to glare at the boy, if only because she didn't want him to know just how right he was. Just LEAAAAAAANING here. That's all. She stayed put, although the hand on her wounded elbow was a dead giveaway.

Sigh. Genevieve shoved off the wall and stalked over to pace around the boy. "Maybe they're trying to weed out those too hopeless to find the doorway. Natural Puffs, right?" She tilted her head and studied the broom and guitar he had. "What sort of broom is that?"

The look she gave was certainly interesting. What? He was trying to be helpful...if she didn't want his help then fine, she didn't need to take it. However she didn't stay quiet or still for that matter so Gideon simply paid attention to her to see what became of the situation.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, the remark making some sense at least to those who were said to be just a tad more cunning or knowledgable then others. "Perhaps so," Gideon in turn answered, the prefect watching the girl stalk closer to him as if examining him for something. His eyes finally followed hers to the broom he had reset back down ontop of his belongings.

"Its a Firebolt." A birthday/Christmas present from his parents the term before seeing as his own hadn't quite survived his fall during the first quidditch match. His sixth year had just not been good for his belongings.

08-24-2012, 02:32 AM	#69 (permalink)
Holmesian Feline Chimaera Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Seventh Year x8 x8	Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin Her elbow hurt AND some boy had witnessed her fail. It seemed Genevieve was in a perpetual state of pain and bad mood-ery lately... she should have stayed in France, perhaps. She tried not to glare at the boy, if only because she didn't want him to know just how right he was. Just LEAAAAAAANING here. That's all. She stayed put, although the hand on her wounded elbow was a dead giveaway. Sigh. Genevieve shoved off the wall and stalked over to pace around the boy. "Maybe they're trying to weed out those too hopeless to find the doorway. Natural Puffs, right?" She tilted her head and studied the broom and guitar he had. "What sort of broom is that?" The look she gave was certainly interesting. What? He was trying to be helpful...if she didn't want his help then fine, she didn't need to take it. However she didn't stay quiet or still for that matter so Gideon simply paid attention to her to see what became of the situation. He raised an eyebrow at her words, the remark making some sense at least to those who were said to be just a tad more cunning or knowledgable then others. "Perhaps so," Gideon in turn answered, the prefect watching the girl stalk closer to him as if examining him for something. His eyes finally followed hers to the broom he had reset back down ontop of his belongings. "Its a Firebolt." A birthday/Christmas present from his parents the term before seeing as his own hadn't quite survived his fall during the first quidditch match. His sixth year had just not been good for his belongings. __________________