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Casey O · 05-11-2014, 08:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

It wasn't yoga Wednesday, but Mo was in the courtyard to do yoga anyways. He needed some clarity and deep breathing and to make himself be zen, since his world was decidedly not zen at the moment. What with class anxiety, Quidditch anxiety, and after-graduation anxiety, having a quiet brain was going to be few and far between.

He threw out his mat before eyeing the young Hufflepuff waiting nearby. She looked... unhappy. In need of some serious zen. Mo spread out his mat before marching over and towering over the girl. "What's up, buttercup? You shouldn't be sad on a perfect day like this."

Marigold had decided to maybe write down some funny anecdote she knew but all of the phrases that came to her mind were MAGIC RELATED. And she couldn't really supplement them with non-magic phrases, could she? 'Why did the ~~unicorn~~ horse talk to the ~~mermaid~~ fish? It wanted advice to talk to the ~~kelpie~~ squid about ~~potions~~ food' wouldn't work at all. Plus, that was a bad joke anyway.

Someone was calling her buttercup. She looked up quickly, causing a sharp pain in her neck. "Ouch - sorry." It was the cool Ravenclaw boy - Murray or Marty or something. She could just call him McFly in her brain for now. "I'm trying to write a letter and I... Can't say some things. So I'm trying to figure out what I can say." Now that she had said it, she realized it was a pretty lame thing to say to a seventh year. Why would they care anyway? She avoided McFly's gaze and looked at the statues.

05-11-2014, 08:50 PM	#13 (permalink)
Casey O Fan Club Officer MO & DMT Jobberknoll Join Date: Jun 2012 Posts: 4,293 Second Year x10	Admiratrice des Maraudeurs \| C-Rizzle \| THE Best Snuggler Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin It wasn't yoga Wednesday, but Mo was in the courtyard to do yoga anyways. He needed some clarity and deep breathing and to make himself be zen, since his world was decidedly not zen at the moment. What with class anxiety, Quidditch anxiety, and after-graduation anxiety, having a quiet brain was going to be few and far between. He threw out his mat before eyeing the young Hufflepuff waiting nearby. She looked... unhappy. In need of some serious zen. Mo spread out his mat before marching over and towering over the girl. "What's up, buttercup? You shouldn't be sad on a perfect day like this." Marigold had decided to maybe write down some funny anecdote she knew but all of the phrases that came to her mind were MAGIC RELATED. And she couldn't really supplement them with non-magic phrases, could she? 'Why did the ~~unicorn~~ horse talk to the ~~mermaid~~ fish? It wanted advice to talk to the ~~kelpie~~ squid about ~~potions~~ food' wouldn't work at all. Plus, that was a bad joke anyway. Someone was calling her buttercup. She looked up quickly, causing a sharp pain in her neck. "Ouch - sorry." It was the cool Ravenclaw boy - Murray or Marty or something. She could just call him McFly in her brain for now. *"I'm trying to write a letter and I... Can't say some things. So I'm trying to figure out what I can* say."** Now that she had said it, she realized it was a pretty lame thing to say to a seventh year. Why would they care anyway? She avoided McFly's gaze and looked at the statues.