 Banshee and Dementors say what!? ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
The food item that Elodie had taken from Nessie sat in her lap as she watched the other girl. She wasn't watching her eat, she was watching the fact that she was just being all weird and not anything normal, but still annoying. Els was still considering asking if she could pay someone to switch up buddies, although it was highly unlikely to happen..because it just was. That, and no one would WILLINGLY switch to be Banshee's partner, would they? Darn.
Transfigure a piece of cloth? Els shrugged once, nodded her head and then remembered...she had a hanky in her bag. Pulling that out, she handed it to the Head Girl, and left her to do what she wanted to to it. Make it bigger to fit all the STUFF on. That would be the best choice, and the one that Elodie would go for if she had the choice, or the bother to do it. She generally right now, could not be bothered, and therefore, she was picking at the candy to see what looked remotely decent to salvage. Some candy had eat by dates. EAT BY DATES. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Poor candy that never got eaten. "Making it bigger would work.." She offered, her own smile appearing properly. Whether it was because she felt pretty darned smart, or because..well because she KNEW she had just saved both their backsides; she didn't know. But smiley smiley, was smiley.
Nessie was saying how Elodie didn't have to know her, and Els agreed. She didn't have to. And she didn't want to. She had her friends, and her acquaintances, and that was that. You could say Elodie was a picky person with the people she took company with, but that was how she preferred it. Why have a million friends that you didn't care all too much about, when you could have a slim number who were darn awesome and you'd do a lot for? Priorities, Hogwarts. Priorities. "I don't want to." She stated, almost bitterly, before rolling her eyes at the Head Girls next choice of question. "Your little posse. The group of little'uns you always gots with you." If she had to name them, she'd try.
Bah, there she went on her whole valiant responsible blah. "Oh give over. You'd do it in a heartbeat." Anyone would. If there was one thing that Els understood...it was how people acted with people they didn't like. As a person, Els clearly had many people she didn't like, and unfortunately for most of the Hogwarts student body...it involved them. Sorry Nessie, you too. The fourth year WAS contemplating how she could egg the Head Girl right now, even.
.....It...well, it was cold.
Elodie didn't pick up on anything until Nessie spoke quietly and took her wand out. And that was when Els realised what in the name of Norma was going on. This wasn't HAPPENING. THIS WASN'T HAPPENING AND THIS WAS A DREAM, RIGHT?! It could be considered a nightmare, you know. Hanging out with Nessie AND whatever the hell was happening now. NIGHT-TO-THE-MARE.
Was Els scared? Well..duh. And that showed, when she squealed once, kicked her bag away in a scurry to get up, and cowered behind the Head Girl. "So...Miss....Miss..." If she got any sense of pneumonia from this COLD AND THE ICE...SHE COULD SEE THE ICE WHICH MEANT THINGS WERE CLOSER OR IT WAS WINTER AGAIN AND THIS WASN'T FAIR.... "Miss...Res..Nessie...NessieIdon'twanttodieoranyth ing.."
So get your butt into gear and do something.
THAT WAS HER JOB, WAS IT NOT?!
The fear was evident in the fourteen year old, as her own hand reached for her wand, whilst the other gripped tight onto the robes of the seventh year. She was a big girl, yes.. but she felt immediately down in the dumps. The urge to cry was in the back of her head, but she couldn't form the tears, she couldn't form the logical response to cry.
And this wasn't her teenage hormones................................
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