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sarahlooo · 02-12-2013, 11:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Presley Black

Presley tapped her fingers on the table as she waited for Milton to get back, a nervous habit that her grandfather was always on her case about. Luckily he wasn't gone too long. She took her drink and sipped it. "They do look great." Maybe this wasn't a good time to mention that the only time she'd tried to make cookies, last year, they had ended up as salt-rocks.

She nodded. "Yeah, I am." And already stressing out about her own NEWT's. "You're not stressed?" she questioned. He must be a freaking genius if he could blow off the biggest tests of his education like that. "What are you planning to do once you get out of here?" She queried. Hadn't he told her once that he didn't plan on Quidditch? She was pretty sure she'd asked this question before, but she couldn't remember the answer, and it never hurt to ask again.

Milton grabbed a cookie and took a big bite of it. Yum.

"You're lucky," he said after swallowing, so he didn't have cookie in his mouth. "Don't have to worry about OWLs anymore, or NEWTs." Ah, yes. Sixth year was a wonderful time. Milton shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his butterbeer. "Not really. Should I be?" He was pretty much a carefree person that just went with the flow and dealt with whatever life handed him. Why stress about it?

If they had had this conversation before, Milton didn't remember. Repeated concussions did that to people. "My dad owns a wizarding networking pub in Dublin. Kinda like the Leaky, I guess. Anyway, I'm going to work there after I get out of here. And eventually, I guess it'll be mine." Several years down the line when his dad wasn't around anymore.

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sarahlooo Shrake Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Rohan Posts: 12,679 Hogwarts RPG Name: Louis Bracken Gryffindor Sixth Year x3 x1	Sardines ♥ BHB ♥ Dallie ♥ Grumpy ♥ MY SUN AND STARS ♥ i love julia Quote: Originally Posted by Presley Black Presley tapped her fingers on the table as she waited for Milton to get back, a nervous habit that her grandfather was always on her case about. Luckily he wasn't gone too long. She took her drink and sipped it. "They do look great." Maybe this wasn't a good time to mention that the only time she'd tried to make cookies, last year, they had ended up as salt-rocks. She nodded. "Yeah, I am." And already stressing out about her own NEWT's. "You're not stressed?" she questioned. He must be a freaking genius if he could blow off the biggest tests of his education like that. "What are you planning to do once you get out of here?" She queried. Hadn't he told her once that he didn't plan on Quidditch? She was pretty sure she'd asked this question before, but she couldn't remember the answer, and it never hurt to ask again. Milton grabbed a cookie and took a big bite of it. Yum. "You're lucky," he said after swallowing, so he didn't have cookie in his mouth. "Don't have to worry about OWLs anymore, or NEWTs." Ah, yes. Sixth year was a wonderful time. Milton shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his butterbeer. "Not really. Should I be?" He was pretty much a carefree person that just went with the flow and dealt with whatever life handed him. Why stress about it? If they had had this conversation before, Milton didn't remember. Repeated concussions did that to people. "My dad owns a wizarding networking pub in Dublin. Kinda like the Leaky, I guess. Anyway, I'm going to work there after I get out of here. And eventually, I guess it'll be mine." Several years down the line when his dad wasn't around anymore. __________________ January ★ Natalie ★ Evangeline ★ Pierson ★ Louise