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lemon · 02-16-2014, 07:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

... his face was squished between Sherman's hands. And now his entire head, including his perfectly-combed hair. Botros pushed his friends' hands away slowly, "Will you stop? It is me. I can prove it." He glanced around sneakily, and leaned in closer, "I know about the rockets underwear." There. Did he believe it was him now?

The fountain of youth was a fairly good suggestion. Botros let the man have his fancies for a moment before crushing them all. "Well, that's the thing. I wasn't nowhere near any fountains in years. Though I'm positive that there's something going on. I've been feeling extraordinary lately, my knees got better," Botros patted his knees with a guilty smile. "Then my hair started growing back, I just wish Debbie could see me right now." His eyes twinkled hopefully for a moment.

"Also get this..." He leaned closer, hands on the table, "Half the staff and student body at Hogwarts are showing signs of aging." GULP. It sounded much worse when he said it out loud like that.

Oh. He knew about the rocket underwear? Sherman at once drew his hands away, still awed by his friend's youth. His face looked... so young. "I want better knees and more hair," he commented, sounding a little jealous. Jeepers, why couldn't this happen to him?

But the aging students. Ahh. "My granddaughter sent Lucia and I an owl about that. Said her joints were too painful to move and she'd found gray hairs and her dormmates had wrinkles..." He trailed off. Merlin knew Sherman hadn't believed her until now. "Maybe I'll show the Board her letter at the upcoming meeting. What do you... think is happening?"

At least whatever it was had made Botros handsomer. Reaching out to touch the curls again, his eyes twinkled as well. "I can assure you Debbie would have thought you were looking very fine." For he was, he was.

02-16-2014, 07:05 PM	#18 (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 Magical Soul ... his face was squished between Sherman's hands. And now his entire head, including his perfectly-combed hair. Botros pushed his friends' hands away slowly, "Will you stop? It is me. I can prove it." He glanced around sneakily, and leaned in closer, "I know about the rockets underwear." There. Did he believe it was him now? The fountain of youth was a fairly good suggestion. Botros let the man have his fancies for a moment before crushing them all. "*Well, that's the thing. I wasn't nowhere near any fountains in years. Though I'm positive that there's something* going on. I've been feeling extraordinary lately, my knees got better," Botros patted his knees with a guilty smile. "Then my hair started growing back, I just wish Debbie could see me right now." His eyes twinkled hopefully for a moment. "Also get this..." He leaned closer, hands on the table, "Half the staff and student body at Hogwarts are showing signs of aging.*" GULP. It sounded much worse when he said it out loud like that. Oh. He knew about the rocket underwear? Sherman at once drew his hands away, still awed by his friend's youth. His face looked... so young. "I want better knees and more hair,"* he commented, sounding a little jealous. Jeepers, why couldn't this happen to him? But the aging students. Ahh. "My granddaughter sent Lucia and I an owl about that. Said her joints were too painful to move and she'd found gray hairs and her dormmates had wrinkles..." He trailed off. Merlin knew Sherman hadn't believed her until now. "Maybe I'll show the Board her letter at the upcoming meeting. What do you... think is happening?" At least whatever it was had made Botros handsomer. Reaching out to touch the curls again, his eyes twinkled as well. "I can assure you Debbie would have thought you were looking very fine." For he was, he was. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.