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pundantic · 07-03-2013, 11:10 AM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Why was he whispering?

Aspen knew that the low lighting would encourage quiet voices, but that didn't seem to be what inspired Sir Squeaks to almost whimper at her. She found herself shrugging in response to his answer. Lunch was over, so she ignored her company and packed up her lunch.

She stood and wiped her hands on her pants, definitely a loud and clear well, we're done here yep message. "Well. Until we meet again." Aspen gave him a little wave, then headed up the stairs, though she was certainly cautious of Sir Squeaks at her back. "I wonder," she called back, her voice sort of eery and echo-y off the closed quartered walls of the stairwell, "is your Patronus a mouse?" Honestly, she did wonder.

Oh no, no, no. He needed those notes, um, for work. Ferris was so close on perfecting them and any time AWAY from them would be, uh, bad. Could she, please, could she return them to him at once? The mousy man would be very much obliged if she did and would even utter out a thank you, which was what social norms dictated he did.

But then she started to walk up the stairs, he began to work in panic mode. Miss? OH MISS? His designs were in her pocket, HIS designs and he needed those back and, meep, please?

Finding a little voice, he called after her-- or to the average person he spoke at a normal tone, "N-no." His patronus was not a mouse, "Please! I n-need, um, those."

EEP.

07-03-2013, 11:10 AM	#27 (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 Mad Eye Touz Why was he whispering? Aspen knew that the low lighting would encourage quiet voices, but that didn't seem to be what inspired Sir Squeaks to almost whimper at her. She found herself shrugging in response to his answer. Lunch was over, so she ignored her company and packed up her lunch. She stood and wiped her hands on her pants, definitely a loud and clear well, we're done here yep message. "Well. Until we meet again." Aspen gave him a little wave, then headed up the stairs, though she was certainly cautious of Sir Squeaks at her back. "I wonder," she called back, her voice sort of eery and echo-y off the closed quartered walls of the stairwell, "is your Patronus a mouse?" Honestly, she did wonder. Oh no, no, no. He needed those notes, um, for work. Ferris was so close on perfecting them and any time AWAY from them would be, uh, bad. Could she, please, could she return them to him at once? The mousy man would be very much obliged if she did and would even utter out a thank you, which was what social norms dictated he did. But then she started to walk up the stairs, he began to work in panic mode. Miss? OH MISS? His designs were in her pocket, HIS designs and he needed those back and, meep, please? Finding a little voice, he called after her-- or to the average person he spoke at a normal tone, "N-no." His patronus was not a mouse, "Please! I n-need, um, those." EEP. __________________