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Fira · 05-24-2014, 10:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

She was bored. Terribly, terribly booored. Sketchpad on her lap, graphite quill in one hand, Beverly blinked down at the blank piece of paper. She still hadn't decided what she wanted to draw. After seeing her best friend's sketches she decided that he was the artist, not her. She was the dragon tamer between the two, but that wouldn't be until a few more years.

Eyes drooping and head falling forward, a cold, harsh breeze tore the quill from her lose grasp. A bit more alert, Beverly watched as it rolled away. She grunted.

Someone should fetch that for her. She was too comfortable huddled between two pillars to get up.

Gareth was taking a stroll on the grounds for fresh air purposes. No. Not at all. Not for fresh air purposes. He was living in a dungeon, who needed fresh hair? It was just to have a look around to see what else this school had and, he had to admit, the grounds were kind of impressive with the forest and big lake and whatnot.

He walked in courtyard place in the end, to sit down and enjoy the outdoors. He liked castles. This castle was not bad just the people in it were mostly dumb. He eyed a bench nearby and was walking towards it when he realised something roll and stop right in front of his left foot. The Slytherin stopped in time not to step on it. What was that?

Hmmm. A quill?

He bent down and picked the quill up. Whose quill was that? Well...if nobody was going to scream around about a lost quill, it was so going to be his now. Finders are keepers. Yet still...he looked towards the direction where the quill seemed to having been rolled from and....he saw that girl.

Beverly, was not she ?

He simply eyed her holding the quill between two fingers.

05-24-2014, 10:09 PM	#86 (permalink)
Fira Doxy Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: GMT+3 Posts: 6,021 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hunter Carter First Year x5 x4	9 3/4 ticket holder / The SS Mentalist / Sherlock / The Master Of Everything / Josh + <3 = Ev Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz She was bored. Terribly, terribly booored. Sketchpad on her lap, graphite quill in one hand, Beverly blinked down at the blank piece of paper. She still hadn't decided what she wanted to draw. After seeing her best friend's sketches she decided that he was the artist, not her. She was the dragon tamer between the two, but that wouldn't be until a few more years. Eyes drooping and head falling forward, a cold, harsh breeze tore the quill from her lose grasp. A bit more alert, Beverly watched as it rolled away. She grunted. Someone should fetch that for her. She was too comfortable huddled between two pillars to get up. Gareth was taking a stroll on the grounds for fresh air purposes. No. Not at all. Not for fresh air purposes. He was living in a dungeon, who needed fresh hair? It was just to have a look around to see what else this school had and, he had to admit, the grounds were kind of impressive with the forest and big lake and whatnot. He walked in courtyard place in the end, to sit down and enjoy the outdoors. He liked castles. This castle was not bad just the people in it were mostly dumb. He eyed a bench nearby and was walking towards it when he realised something roll and stop right in front of his left foot. The Slytherin stopped in time not to step on it. What was that? Hmmm. A quill? He bent down and picked the quill up. Whose quill was that? Well...if nobody was going to scream around about a lost quill, it was so going to be his now. Finders are keepers. Yet still...he looked towards the direction where the quill seemed to having been rolled from and....he saw that girl. Beverly, was not she ? He simply eyed her holding the quill between two fingers. __________________ Auror • YATIL_.________The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy... ...but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him.