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BanaBatGirl · 10-23-2012, 06:45 PM

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

Wesley did have to admit that the little girl's logic was rather amusing. But Pippin certainly did not think so. At least "daddy" knew that puppies didn't like being bitten!

When the man tightened his hold on his daughter, Wesley did the same Pippin and continued to pat his head and play with his ears. Wesley eyed the man a little longer while his hand was out. Reaching out, the shopkeeper shook his hand sloooowly because he KNEW that guy.

Wait for it..... Waaaait for it....

"YOOUUU..." He was one of THEM. The PAINTBALLERS. Wesley GLARED at him (which probably wasn't that intimidating), failing to let go of the man's hand because he was concentrating on glaring. "You're one of the taffy brains that paintedballed my shop!" Pippin seemed to remember now too. BARKBARK!

Fletcher would have been ~~petting~~ patting his girl's head ~~and ears~~ too, if he'd had a free hand. But he did't, see, because toddlers were a tad harder to hold on to than puppies. Also, they were a bit heavier.

"Meeeee," Fletcher drawled, wondering why the guy looked like he was constipated and/or trying to pass a kidney stone. He was actually waiting to be recognized as THE Triwizard Tournament Champion when.... the guy I.D.'d him as a paintballer, and forgot to let go of his hand.

"I'm no taffy brain!" Fletcher declared loudly, ignoring how his daughter was now noisily making fart/tongue sounds at the barking dog. "Hey, let go of my hand!" He started tugging his wand arm back from the guy, because how else was he going to punch him? when....

Oh snap! And snap something did, just then; Fletcher's bulging pockets, which had been stuffed to the brim with the prank items he'd been intending to ~~steal~~ buy. Headless hats, canary creams, ton-tongue toffees, Peruvian Istant Darkness Powder, and a manner of things in-between; all came tumbling out as his pockets split straight down the seams. The WWW products landed in a beautiful, sparkly pile on the floor, leaving bother Fletcher and Mallory staring at them in anguish.

....."Whups," the dark-haired champion muttered, "I was gonna pay for that." Cross my heart and hope to... lie!

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo Wesley did have to admit that the little girl's logic was rather amusing. But Pippin certainly did not think so. At least "daddy" knew that puppies didn't like being bitten! When the man tightened his hold on his daughter, Wesley did the same Pippin and continued to pat his head and play with his ears. Wesley eyed the man a little longer while his hand was out. Reaching out, the shopkeeper shook his hand sloooowly because he KNEW that guy. Wait for it..... Waaaait for it.... "YOOUUU..." He was one of THEM. The PAINTBALLERS. Wesley GLARED at him (which probably wasn't that intimidating), failing to let go of the man's hand because he was concentrating on glaring. "You're one of the taffy brains that paintedballed my shop!" Pippin seemed to remember now too. BARKBARK! Fletcher would have been ~~petting~~ patting his girl's head ~~and ears~~ too, if he'd had a free hand. But he did't, see, because toddlers were a tad harder to hold on to than puppies. Also, they were a bit heavier. "Meeeee," Fletcher drawled, wondering why the guy looked like he was constipated and/or trying to pass a kidney stone. He was actually waiting to be recognized as THE Triwizard Tournament Champion when.... the guy I.D.'d him as a paintballer, and forgot to let go of his hand. "I'm no taffy brain!" Fletcher declared loudly, ignoring how his daughter was now noisily making fart/tongue sounds at the barking dog. "Hey, let go of my hand!" He started tugging his wand arm back from the guy, because how else was he going to punch him? when.... Oh snap! And snap something did, just then; Fletcher's bulging pockets, which had been stuffed to the brim with the prank items he'd been intending to ~~steal~~ buy. Headless hats, canary creams, ton-tongue toffees, Peruvian Istant Darkness Powder, and a manner of things in-between; all came tumbling out as his pockets split straight down the seams. The WWW products landed in a beautiful, sparkly pile on the floor, leaving bother Fletcher and Mallory staring at them in anguish. ....."Whups," the dark-haired champion muttered, "I was gonna pay for that." Cross my heart and hope to... lie! __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind