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pundantic · 09-06-2012, 01:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

This. This was a likely spot for sneaking and meeting and plotting and generally causing mayhem. Of course, the spot had been much bigger when Vivi had been a toddler, but it was still about the right size for two relatively small girls. Sort of. Lots of elbowing each other in the eyeball.

She folded her jumper and dropped it on the floor and curled up on it like a cushion. PLOTTING HEADQUARTERS, YO.

Selina had gotten the message from a shifty little first year to meet someone by the name of Sherlock at this precise spot. Honestly, the redhead was a little bit shocked to say the least to see a first year at breakfast with a blood red note in their grubby fists, but that was only because the first years hand was dirty. Yuck ickle first year, wash your hands please! And she had to touch the note....

But here she was anyway. With a monocle in hand because she had a hunch who Sherlock was... Maybe... She hoped. Because if she was wrong she would feel awful stupid. Monocles could not be wasted on just the average Joe. Only people who appreciated the craft of sleuthing could see her special monocle.

So awkwardly she whistled, "Watson to Sherlock, Watson to Sherlock... Are you here?"

09-06-2012, 01:01 AM	#3 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin This. This was a likely spot for sneaking and meeting and plotting and generally causing mayhem. Of course, the spot had been much bigger when Vivi had been a toddler, but it was still about the right size for two relatively small girls. Sort of. Lots of elbowing each other in the eyeball. She folded her jumper and dropped it on the floor and curled up on it like a cushion. PLOTTING HEADQUARTERS, YO. Selina had gotten the message from a shifty little first year to meet someone by the name of Sherlock at this precise spot. Honestly, the redhead was a little bit shocked to say the least to see a first year at breakfast with a blood red note in their grubby fists, but that was only because the first years hand was dirty. Yuck ickle first year, wash your hands please! And she had to touch the note.... But here she was anyway. With a monocle in hand because she had a hunch who Sherlock was... Maybe... She hoped. Because if she was wrong she would feel awful stupid. Monocles could not be wasted on just the average Joe. Only people who appreciated the craft of sleuthing could see her special monocle. So awkwardly she whistled, "Watson to Sherlock, Watson to Sherlock... Are you here?" __________________