04-19-2014, 09:44 PM
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Acromantula
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Stiffi Scholz Second Year x8
| Wibbly Wobbly | Timey Wimey SPOILER!!: Bryant Quote:
Originally Posted by magikewe Bryant Finnian Morris (Bryant to his parents, Finn to his friends) stepped into the Magical Menagerie store front, away from the crowds of the street. He was here on a quick shopping run while his brother was away at practice. The new fifteen-year-old had decided that he was bored with his brother's apartment and decided to wander free around wizarding London. Today, his goal was to get his kneazle for school.
The tall, lanky boy played with the sunglasses that now sat atop the brim of his hat while he wandered the store and looked at the things he could buy his new pet. Sure he had to actually pick a kneazle first, but for now he'd stick with getting toys and the like. As he came to one of the racks, he noticed a collar that looked really neat with camo on it. The only problem: there was a person between him and the shelf. He tapped the person on the shoulder and spoke, using his fake british accent. " Ello there chap, mind if I sneak on by and grab a collar?" Melek looked up at the tap on her shoulder but glared as the boy spoke in an obviously fake British accent and called her a 'chap'. Mel turned to face the boy, checking him out to see who the heck insulted her. She eyed him and her hood fell down as she crossed her arms. Melek started talking, not caring that her Turkish accent came out. "I dont think it is wise to do a fake British accent in Britain... Are you wanting to insult people? I dont think it is wise to also call a girl 'chap' either." A small snarl came but only to emphasize that she didnt like getting called a chap. Her hair had started to come out of her hood and fall down the front of her sweatshirt. Mel tapped her fingers on her covered arms but stepped aside. Melek gestured to the shelves for him to go ahead and get whatever he had asked. She glanced down at her list and grabbed a bag of Kitty Knibbles. She glanced at the toys, trying to decide what one to get before muttering. "Eh... if I dont pick one, I could easily get my kneazle a cardboard box... She loves those..." Melek kept searching though.
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