09-05-2012, 03:11 AM
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Billywig
Join Date: Jun 2010
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Hogwarts RPG Name: E M Knight Fifth Year | Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker Em listened as the headmistress gave her speech, well, finished it anyways. She was more concerned about the stuff mentioned in this feast than she was her first year when Tate had advised them not to die. Like the train “malfunction.” Although the Headmistress was all serious about it, she didn’t act all that concerned. Of course she was probably really worried about it, but just putting on a brave face for the students. And she wanted to make changes, to the school? This would probably not end well. Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Lex crinkled her brows as she look up at the girl. No amount of words of wisdom and all that other stuff would get her to go to the Healer..."Uh-huh, yeah I know it looks bad but the Healer is the last place I intend to go to!" She paused for a moment to consider her offer. She looked over at the boy for a minute before looking back at her. "Fine he can have a look--but I draw the line at him raising his wand at me!" Yeah that she would never agreed to because just about everything would go wrong when a student waved a wand at another student! "Oh cool you nearly hex someone? Who? What did they do?" “What’s so scary about the healer?” Emmaleigh asked. “I’ve had to visit the healer quite a few times. I broke my wrist getting off the carriages, and I got attacked by bowtruckles.” Though, she had never met this healer. But she wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t qualified. “He’ll take good care of you.” After all, the boy had always bandaged Em up, and he had plans of being a healer and all.
Nodding, she replied. “I almost did, but I figured it was a bad idea. And it was because he was being a jerk, and was more concerned with his appearance than with helping.” Quote:
Originally Posted by Fat Friar Eventful? "I've heard nothing, my dear. What on earth happened? I assume it has to do with why some of you look a little....damp, for want of a better word." He floated closer so she could fill him in completely without having to shout it out. Crossing his translucent arms and fixed a concerned expression on his old face. So the ghost hadn’t heard? Well, that wasn’t so surprising, it seemed like no one was aware of their troubles. That, or they didn’t care. The red headed puff nodded. “damp, dirty and sore.” And for some, that was very much an understatement. “The Hogwarts Express broke down. The lights flickered, there was a weird noise, and it came to a jarring stop. Have you ever heard of anything like this happening before?” She asked the Fat Friar expectantly. |
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