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pundantic · 05-02-2014, 07:09 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Meizzner

Nigel really should be doing rounds right now. Since Theo was Head Boy and The Head Girl was his girlfriend's best friend. So yeah, don't want to disappoint your friends....But a nap sounded so much more fun. It was basically a tradition now for him at least. After meeting everyone in the Prefect's compartment for the past to terms. He would sneak away and take a nap. Or just take one in the Prefect's compartment. They did not really care. As long as he did do rounds eventually.

So Nigel walked around trying to find a quiet place. Not the back were most of the noise probably will be. Middle sounded good. Nigel opened a hopefully empty car and it was occupied. But at least by someone he knew.

Ascanius was doing that drumstick twirling thing Nigel wished he could do without failing. He was just too lazy to practice. He flopped in the an empty seat. "Sleeping on the hard ground is a horrible way to try and be zen and maintain your good looks"

Fact.

Twirling. Tapping. Repeat.

Until, y'know, the door opened to reveal a Nigel. He got a bro!nod as he flopped down and started to talk.

That was the most insightful thing Ascanius had ever heard. "Write that on my grave, man?" For real. Those three things pretty much encompassed Ascanius' life in a snapshot, yeah? Save his girlfriend and the band. Did they matter as much as his looks though? That was the question. One he'd never ask out loud 'cause Pen would do the violence thing really hard on his knees.

Putting down him drumsticks, he rummaged in his bag and handed Nigel and a very special windmill that Snaps had gotten him. He tossed it to Nigel. "Derry got me that in Amsterdam." The most zen place in the world.

05-02-2014, 07:09 PM	#19 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by Meizzner Nigel really should be doing rounds right now. Since Theo was Head Boy and The Head Girl was his girlfriend's best friend. So yeah, don't want to disappoint your friends....But a nap sounded so much more fun. It was basically a tradition now for him at least. After meeting everyone in the Prefect's compartment for the past to terms. He would sneak away and take a nap. Or just take one in the Prefect's compartment. They did not really care. As long as he did do rounds eventually. So Nigel walked around trying to find a quiet place. Not the back were most of the noise probably will be. Middle sounded good. Nigel opened a hopefully empty car and it was occupied. But at least by someone he knew. Ascanius was doing that drumstick twirling thing Nigel wished he could do without failing. He was just too lazy to practice. He flopped in the an empty seat. "Sleeping on the hard ground is a horrible way to try and be zen and maintain your good looks" Fact. Twirling. Tapping. Repeat. Until, y'know, the door opened to reveal a Nigel. He got a bro!nod as he flopped down and started to talk. That was the most insightful thing Ascanius had ever heard. "Write that on my grave, man?" For real. Those three things pretty much encompassed Ascanius' life in a snapshot, yeah? Save his girlfriend and the band. Did they matter as much as his looks though? That was the question. One he'd never ask out loud 'cause Pen would do the violence thing really hard on his knees. Putting down him drumsticks, he rummaged in his bag and handed Nigel and a very special windmill that Snaps had gotten him. He tossed it to Nigel. "Derry got me that in Amsterdam." The most zen place in the world. __________________