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lemon · 12-05-2012, 04:48 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Kurumi sort of began to idly toy with her goblet and wished that it was filled with pumpkin juice right now when she felt a small body slip into the seat beside her. Glancing up, Kurumi saw that it was Alice...and she looked as though the world were coming to an end. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but the girl did not look happy. Had she not found Frank yet? Kurumi was afraid to ask in cause, you know. Lots of people had lost their pets because of the lockout.

It was odd thinking back on the term now and how it hard started out with her carrying a broken Alice off the platform at Hogsmeade because she had broken a leg. Now here she was. Standing on her own two feet at the end of the term. It was...metaphorical really. At least Kurumi saw it that way. For three full terms now Kurumi had watched Alice grow from a first year to now, in a few hours, a fourth year. Sure, most saw fifth year as the 'official' transition year from underclassman to upperclassman, but sometimes you looked at students and just knew that their transition was earlier.

Not to say that Alice was, erm, mature and adult-like. It was more, in Kurumi's mind, that Alice really could stand on her own two feet and didn't need to lean on Kurumi for support. She was going to take off next term. Kurumi could feel it. Her Uncle Sherman had nothing to worry about.

..................probably.

"You alright?" she asked softly, wrapping one arm around Alice's small shoulders and giving them a small squeeze.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN REACH FOR A COOKIE. Did that prove how depressed she was? Because no one in their right mind could resist a cookie baked by Kurumi Hollingberry. It was just impossible. Alice could recall the first time she had ever tasted a cookie baked by the girl. At the beginning of the term, right after those stupid trunks and that train crash and smashed up her leg, Kurumi had baked a giant pile of cookies. And they were the most delicious thing the lioness had ever tasted.

But she couldn't even look at them right now.

And when Kurumi's arm wrapped around her shoulders, Alice almost lost it. "No," she said. "I'm NOT okay. Because you're leaving. And.. and.. I LOST FRANK. AND MY ROPE."

And then she started crying.

Not the kind of boisterous crying that normal people did, but ALICE-CRYING. Which meant that she was dead silent, except for the occasional sniff or chin wobble. YEAH. Yeah. She was so in control of her emotions. All she had to do was get the waterworks to stop. MHMM. Easy-peasy.. or it would be, in like five hours.

12-05-2012, 04:48 AM	#77 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Kurumi sort of began to idly toy with her goblet and wished that it was filled with pumpkin juice right now when she felt a small body slip into the seat beside her. Glancing up, Kurumi saw that it was Alice...and she looked as though the world were coming to an end. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but the girl did not look happy. Had she not found Frank yet? Kurumi was afraid to ask in cause, you know. Lots of people had lost their pets because of the lockout. It was odd thinking back on the term now and how it hard started out with her carrying a broken Alice off the platform at Hogsmeade because she had broken a leg. Now here she was. Standing on her own two feet at the end of the term. It was...metaphorical really. At least Kurumi saw it that way. For three full terms now Kurumi had watched Alice grow from a first year to now, in a few hours, a fourth year. Sure, most saw fifth year as the 'official' transition year from underclassman to upperclassman, but sometimes you looked at students and just knew that their transition was earlier. Not to say that Alice was, erm, mature and adult-like. It was more, in Kurumi's mind, that Alice really could stand on her own two feet and didn't need to lean on Kurumi for support. She was going to take off next term. Kurumi could feel it. Her Uncle Sherman had nothing to worry about. ..................probably. "You alright?" she asked softly, wrapping one arm around Alice's small shoulders and giving them a small squeeze. SHE DIDN'T EVEN REACH FOR A COOKIE. Did that prove how depressed she was? Because no one in their right mind could resist a cookie baked by Kurumi Hollingberry. It was just impossible. Alice could recall the first time she had ever tasted a cookie baked by the girl. At the beginning of the term, right after those stupid trunks and that train crash and smashed up her leg, Kurumi had baked a giant pile of cookies. And they were the most delicious thing the lioness had ever tasted. But she couldn't even look at them right now. And when Kurumi's arm wrapped around her shoulders, Alice almost lost it. "No," she said. "I'm NOT okay. Because you're leaving. And.. and.. I LOST FRANK. AND MY ROPE." And then she started crying. Not the kind of boisterous crying that normal people did, but ALICE-CRYING. Which meant that she was dead silent, except for the occasional sniff or chin wobble. YEAH. Yeah. She was so in control of her emotions. All she had to do was get the waterworks to stop. MHMM. Easy-peasy.. or it would be, in like five hours. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.