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BanaBatGirl · 01-22-2014, 11:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Ohh, artwork time!

Sophie wasn't much of an artist, BUT every power-hungry person loved to see their own work displayed loud and proud throughout the school. She should make a banner large enough to cover an entire corridor! She'd write her name REALLY, REALLY big and then "GO HOGWARTS" underneath it in barely visible letters.

Well, ...it was a thought, right?

Riiight. Sophie entered the area and saw one ghost and two adults. She approached the ghost and said, "Do YOUUUU talk to the students?" ...because the Fat Friar had been a BIG SNOB.

"Hello Miss Newell," the Headmistress spoke up from her stiff chair. "Hello!" She remembered this girl and her parents QUITE well. Quite well.

Text Cut: Mini-Erin & Romanossss

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Upon casting her vote for one of the professors, Sophie made a beeline for the place in the dungeons that she figured would be the least likely to smell like vomit. Or have vomit near it. Or have that gross food near it - people knew better than to bring any of that moldy stuff over to a craft area, right? Sophie wanted to try the broom game thing and thought she'd be pretty good at it, but... she didn't trust the others nor their stomachs. Vomit was just GROSS. WHY WERE THE PROFESSORS ENCOURAGING IT.

Anyway, when Sophie heard someone talk about this part of the dungeons, she HAD to come running. She had more school spirit than anyone she knew. And more Ravenclaw pride. So... she was gonna come make something FIERCE. Or try to anyway and put forth a lot of effort and pretend it looked really nice.

When she got there, she was alarmed at the present company: the Grey Lady, who hated her, chatting with the other second year Sophie; the Headmistress, who she had just voted for to get a pie in the face; and Professor Romanos, who Sophie adored.

She knew if she tried to address the Grey Lady, the ghost would probably tell her she did it wrong or correct her grammar or something. So. She thought it would be best to not make eye contact with the house ghost and pretend she didn't see her for the time being. Good on the Newell girl for distracting her.

Meandering over to the main craft table, she took a long moment to survey them with interest before glancing over at the two professors, instinctively crossing her arms to give warmth to her frozen hands - she was suddenly aware of how chilly the dungeons were upon catching sight of Truebridge. Oh, they were looking for school spiriters? "You've got one right here. The most spirited of them all." She gave a mock pose of triumph. HEH. "Hi Professor Romanos," she greeted cheerfully and casually before forcing herself to offer the Headmistress an equally charming smile. "Headmistress." She bowed her head at the seated woman over yonder and continued, "I'm Sophie Brown, a second year. It's a pleasure to finally meet you properly. I've heard loads of good things about you - Professor Culloden and I were just talking about you the other day. And m'aunt is Erin James." So they were practically BFFs by association, right? "They both love you." Truth.

Well, she wasn't sure that Culloden LOVED Truebridge, but he HAD spoken very highly of her. It was at least the highest of admiration.

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Having juuuuuuust stuck a small golden star sticker upon her cheek, just for the heck of it because...stickers, Medea glanced over her shoulder from the mumble of a voice she'd heard. Oh! Headmistress? Not that it was surprising, or anything, to see the woman in here. With the arts and crafts. Paint. Glitter. Messy.

....creaky seat.

"Zradsti, Headmistress." she greeted kindly, slow to take her own seat. Ahem. "Oh, I erm...I..." What? Oh, would you look at that! Students! Just when she needed them. Fancy star points for these two! The defense professor, finally plopped down in her seat, leaned against the table and settled in her chin upon the backs of her hands with a merry smile. "They are riiiight here. Good afternoon, Miss Brown." And Miss Newell, who was...preoccupied.

HOLD THE SNIDGET! How marvelous was THAT? Erin James? Their Erin James?...That one, yes!?

"Sophie Browwwwwn, second year," the Headmistress felt like repeating for whatever reason-- mostly to force herself to pay attention to the girl. Wait, wait, waaaaaaaait a minute... did she say she was related to Erin? THE Erin? HER Erin?!

There was a minute of surprised staring.

"WELL I'LL BE," Annie declared finally, tapping the back of the chair beside her. "You're related to my Erin! Have a seat, have a seat. Make me a banner. Erin was the BEST, you know, the best quidditch professional ever to work at this school." She nodded fondly and leaned in toward the girl. "But don't tell Professor Tyner I said that."

Heh. Or tell her. See what she'd do about it. Heheheheh.

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Botros was feeling pretty good today! He was wearing a white shirt with a tie that brought out his blue eyes, his pants and shoes were freshly pressed and he walked aaaaaall the way down to the Dungeons on his own. He walked into the artsy corner with a bright white smile, "M'lady." A bow of the head to the ghost nearby, a hair ruffle to the slytherin standing next to her and then he started towards the two professors.

"Good day, headmistress. Professor. Little girl." What were the ladies talking about? He grabbed a chair for himself and set it next to the headmistress'. "It's crowded back there. I believe that's where the food is." The man laughed heartily at his joke before he craned his neck, taking a look at the tables.

Oh yeah, she saw the Grey Lady over there. Being rude and ignoring her. GO ON, GHOST, GET OUTTA HERE.

The redhead twitched her nose and raised her eyebrows as Botros came striding in. Wow. "Look at you, spring chicken," she smiled at him, and took a second to absorb his joke.

The food.

The rotten food?!

"What is WRONG with those people?" she laughed with him. "The food's all rotten! It's for the ghosts, don't they know that?"

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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	lmao Grey Lady! shakes fist at Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana Ohh, artwork time! Sophie wasn't much of an artist, BUT every power-hungry person loved to see their own work displayed loud and proud throughout the school. She should make a banner large enough to cover an entire corridor! She'd write her name REALLY, REALLY big and then "GO HOGWARTS" underneath it in barely visible letters. Well, ...it was a thought, right? Riiight. Sophie entered the area and saw one ghost and two adults. She approached the ghost and said, "Do YOUUUU talk to the students?" ...because the Fat Friar had been a BIG SNOB. "Hello Miss Newell," the Headmistress spoke up from her stiff chair. "Hello!" She remembered this girl and her parents QUITE well. Quite well. Text Cut: Mini-Erin & Romanossss Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Upon casting her vote for one of the professors, Sophie made a beeline for the place in the dungeons that she figured would be the least likely to smell like vomit. Or have vomit near it. Or have that gross food near it - people knew better than to bring any of that moldy stuff over to a craft area, right? Sophie wanted to try the broom game thing and thought she'd be pretty good at it, but... she didn't trust the others nor their stomachs. Vomit was just GROSS. WHY WERE THE PROFESSORS ENCOURAGING IT. Anyway, when Sophie heard someone talk about this part of the dungeons, she HAD to come running. She had more school spirit than anyone she knew. And more Ravenclaw pride. So... she was gonna come make something FIERCE. Or try to anyway and put forth a lot of effort and pretend it looked really nice. When she got there, she was alarmed at the present company: the Grey Lady, who hated her, chatting with the other second year Sophie; the Headmistress, who she had just voted for to get a pie in the face; and Professor Romanos, who Sophie adored. She knew if she tried to address the Grey Lady, the ghost would probably tell her she did it wrong or correct her grammar or something. So. She thought it would be best to not make eye contact with the house ghost and pretend she didn't see her for the time being. Good on the Newell girl for distracting her. Meandering over to the main craft table, she took a long moment to survey them with interest before glancing over at the two professors, instinctively crossing her arms to give warmth to her frozen hands - she was suddenly aware of how chilly the dungeons were upon catching sight of Truebridge. Oh, they were looking for school spiriters? "You've got one right here. The most spirited of them all." She gave a mock pose of triumph. HEH. "Hi Professor Romanos," she greeted cheerfully and casually before forcing herself to offer the Headmistress an equally charming smile. "Headmistress." She bowed her head at the seated woman over yonder and continued, "I'm Sophie Brown, a second year. It's a pleasure to finally meet you properly. I've heard loads of good things about you - Professor Culloden and I were just talking about you the other day. And m'aunt is Erin James." So they were practically BFFs by association, right? "They both love you." Truth. Well, she wasn't sure that Culloden LOVED Truebridge, but he HAD spoken very highly of her. It was at least the highest of admiration. Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn Having juuuuuuust stuck a small golden star sticker upon her cheek, just for the heck of it because...stickers, Medea glanced over her shoulder from the mumble of a voice she'd heard. Oh! Headmistress? Not that it was surprising, or anything, to see the woman in here. With the arts and crafts. Paint. Glitter. Messy. ....creaky seat. "Zradsti, Headmistress." she greeted kindly, slow to take her own seat. Ahem. "Oh, I erm...I..." What? Oh, would you look at that! Students! Just when she needed them. Fancy star points for these two! The defense professor, finally plopped down in her seat, leaned against the table and settled in her chin upon the backs of her hands with a merry smile. "They are riiiight here. Good afternoon, Miss Brown." And Miss Newell, who was...preoccupied. HOLD THE SNIDGET! How marvelous was THAT? Erin James? Their Erin James?...That one, yes!? "Sophie Browwwwwn, second year," the Headmistress felt like repeating for whatever reason-- mostly to force herself to pay attention to the girl. Wait, wait, waaaaaaaait a minute... did she say she was related to Erin? THE Erin? HER Erin?! There was a minute of surprised staring. "WELL I'LL BE," Annie declared finally, tapping the back of the chair beside her. "You're related to my Erin! Have a seat, have a seat. Make me a banner. Erin was the BEST, you know, the best quidditch professional ever to work at this school." She nodded fondly and leaned in toward the girl. "But don't tell Professor Tyner I said that." Heh. Or tell her. See what she'd do about it. Heheheheh. Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Botros was feeling pretty good today! He was wearing a white shirt with a tie that brought out his blue eyes, his pants and shoes were freshly pressed and he walked aaaaaall the way down to the Dungeons on his own. He walked into the artsy corner with a bright white smile, "M'lady." A bow of the head to the ghost nearby, a hair ruffle to the slytherin standing next to her and then he started towards the two professors. "Good day, headmistress. Professor. Little girl." What were the ladies talking about? He grabbed a chair for himself and set it next to the headmistress'. "It's crowded back there. I believe that's where the food is." The man laughed heartily at his joke before he craned his neck, taking a look at the tables. Oh yeah, she saw the Grey Lady over there. Being rude and ignoring her. GO ON, GHOST, GET OUTTA HERE. The redhead twitched her nose and raised her eyebrows as Botros came striding in. Wow. "Look at you, spring chicken," she smiled at him, and took a second to absorb his joke. The food. The rotten food?! "What is WRONG with those people?" she laughed with him. "The food's all rotten! It's for the ghosts, don't they know that?" __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind