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HogwartsStudent11 · 06-07-2014, 03:24 AM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

Look at their firstie go!

Beverly had this strange swelling sensation in her chest. It was a smidgen similar to that of when she tried something and got it right on the first try, or when she beat someone. Pride. LOL. That was funny. She's never felt pride for a housemate like that. Go Marisol!

"Keep shooting, Marisol, we're almost there." You too, Cutty. The finish line, she wanted to cross that. Preferably with all her teammates. If they were unfortunate, well...she still wanted to cross it herself.

Leaning forward a bit, as to stay clear of their line of fire and for concentration reasons, Beverly steered the Granian to the side slightly. Would everyone else get out of their way? JEEZ.

She was trying to win here.

Marisol's teeth chattered in the frigid wind. Her robes billowed out around her as they moved rapidly forward. Dang it. The eleven year-old's spells were growing weaker, for her arms were getting tired.

She distantly heard Beverly cheer her on. Aw, shucks! She felt a bit stronger and got back into the groove of things. Mari found that she could ignore the called if she pretended it didn't exist.

"Thanks!" Marisol shouted out to Beverly.

06-07-2014, 03:24 AM	#408 (permalink)
HogwartsStudent11 Gnome Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Chilling with Hades Posts: 337 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marisol Benícia Cruz Martínez Fifth Year	Post 2: Cutty and Beverly! Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz Look at their firstie go! Beverly had this strange swelling sensation in her chest. It was a smidgen similar to that of when she tried something and got it right on the first try, or when she beat someone. Pride. LOL. That was funny. She's never felt pride for a housemate like that. Go Marisol! "Keep shooting, Marisol, we're almost there." You too, Cutty. The finish line, she wanted to cross that. Preferably with all her teammates. If they were unfortunate, well...she still wanted to cross it herself. Leaning forward a bit, as to stay clear of their line of fire and for concentration reasons, Beverly steered the Granian to the side slightly. Would everyone else get out of their way? JEEZ. She was trying to win here. Marisol's teeth chattered in the frigid wind. Her robes billowed out around her as they moved rapidly forward. Dang it. The eleven year-old's spells were growing weaker, for her arms were getting tired. She distantly heard Beverly cheer her on. Aw, shucks! She felt a bit stronger and got back into the groove of things. Mari found that she could ignore the called if she pretended it didn't exist. "Thanks!" Marisol shouted out to Beverly.