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emjay · 02-23-2014, 09:59 PM

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Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

Fern's date hadn't arrived yet, but that was okay. That was to be expected. He had a lot of responsibilities and business to attend to. The important thing was that he was going to come. She knew he would come. She hadn't received a reply, but they were each other's true loves, so Fern knew that when the music started, he would be there.

In the meant time, Fern would be a good future wife and save him a seat. The 12-year-old scouted for an empty table close to the dance floor (they were going to be doing A LOT of dancing), and upon finding one, immediately sat down and placed a napkin in the seat next to her. Then she patted the napkin once, nodded to herself, and pulled out her chap stick.

It wasn't the same as lip stick, but with her bejeweled compact mirror open before her and lips perfectly puckered as she applied the product, Fern felt very grown up and distinguished.

Brynn had been vaguely aware that it was Valentine's Day after hearing some of the older, teenaged girls in her common room talking about love notes and secret admirers, but she didn't care much either way. In fact, it was really hard for her to care much about anything these days as tired and achy and cranky she was lately. The former redhead seemed to have lost her zeal for life lately, whatever was left of it.

One of the bad things about living in Ravenclaw tower was the very, very long walk to get to really anywhere, especially when food was involved. Sure, she hoarded her share of healthy snacks in her dorm, but what was a girl to do when she had to get her three squares a day? Overcooked vegetables were a must and she just couldn't escape going down to the Great Hall. And, as it seemed, the first year was hungry once again so she had no choice but to make her way slowly down to the Great Hall yet again, her bones creaking with every step down the moving stairs. Funny how once upon a time she was eager to explore where they might lead. Today she was just thankful they stayed put.

Once she shuffled into the Great Hall in her stylish-as-they-come orthopedic shoes, Brynn squinted at the sight in front of her. What was going on here? She looked around at the tables and decorations in mild confusion, then shuffled her way further inside, looking for a place to sit so she could get something to eat. She was able to pick out a familiar face in the crowd and she made her way over. "Hi Fern," she said, managing to give the girl a small smile. She started to pull out the seat next to her, stopping as she noticed a napkin on the seat. Mmk. Taking the seat next to that, Brynn carefully lowered herself, tucking a lock of grey hair that had fallen out of her bun behind her ear. "So.. what's all this?" Fern would probably know, she was always up on the news.

02-23-2014, 09:59 PM	#43 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs Fern's date hadn't arrived yet, but that was okay. That was to be expected. He had a lot of responsibilities and business to attend to. The important thing was that he was going to come. She knew he would come. She hadn't received a reply, but they were each other's true loves, so Fern knew that when the music started, he would be there. In the meant time, Fern would be a good future wife and save him a seat. The 12-year-old scouted for an empty table close to the dance floor (they were going to be doing A LOT of dancing), and upon finding one, immediately sat down and placed a napkin in the seat next to her. Then she patted the napkin once, nodded to herself, and pulled out her chap stick. It wasn't the same as lip stick, but with her bejeweled compact mirror open before her and lips perfectly puckered as she applied the product, Fern felt very grown up and distinguished. Brynn had been vaguely aware that it was Valentine's Day after hearing some of the older, teenaged girls in her common room talking about love notes and secret admirers, but she didn't care much either way. In fact, it was really hard for her to care much about anything these days as tired and achy and cranky she was lately. The former redhead seemed to have lost her zeal for life lately, whatever was left of it. One of the bad things about living in Ravenclaw tower was the very, very long walk to get to really anywhere, especially when food was involved. Sure, she hoarded her share of healthy snacks in her dorm, but what was a girl to do when she had to get her three squares a day? Overcooked vegetables were a must and she just couldn't escape going down to the Great Hall. And, as it seemed, the first year was hungry once again so she had no choice but to make her way slowly down to the Great Hall yet again, her bones creaking with every step down the moving stairs. Funny how once upon a time she was eager to explore where they might lead. Today she was just thankful they stayed put. Once she shuffled into the Great Hall in her stylish-as-they-come orthopedic shoes, Brynn squinted at the sight in front of her. What was going on here? She looked around at the tables and decorations in mild confusion, then shuffled her way further inside, looking for a place to sit so she could get something to eat. She was able to pick out a familiar face in the crowd and she made her way over. "Hi Fern," she said, managing to give the girl a small smile. She started to pull out the seat next to her, stopping as she noticed a napkin on the seat. Mmk. Taking the seat next to that, Brynn carefully lowered herself, tucking a lock of grey hair that had fallen out of her bun behind her ear. "So.. what's all this?" Fern would probably know, she was always up on the news. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line