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Harron Peasley · 06-24-2014, 05:35 PM

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Originally Posted by Shanners

Of COURSE Charlie would find this funny. Of course she would laugh. It was only natural that someone would find that funny, but considering as she was supposed to be one of Elodie's best friends...she wasn't hunting down the person to blame! SHE WAS LAUGHING. And before Elodie had time to let her finish or scold her for it... she had been pelted too, as had the rest of the table and whomever else was there. This meant war.

But it didn't. Because she didn't have any intention of smacking anyone today. She hadn't put it on her morning agenda, and it wasn't exactly on her to do list for seventh year. Well...not smacking any strangers, anyways. She had three people on her list that it was okay to punch. Four, if you counted having someone on there for the pure reason that they'd been punched by her before and could potentially deserve it once again. Els hoped not though.

Raising a hand to her mouth to cover her laughter at her friend being got too, Elodie pushed the leftovers of their little bombardment onto the floor and sat down beside Charlie. "I think they got your soup...."

And her hair.

"My SOUP?!"

Charlie was startled, and outraged, and there was much hand flailing going on as she tried to shake the mess off of herself. She may have laughed at Elodie being hit, because that was a far more amusing matter.

"What about my HAIR?"

That was clearly what was important here, because even though Elodies hair still managed to look nice and pretty and perfectly effortless when pelted with snowballs, Charlies did not. Her damp blonde highlights clung to her cheeks, along with the mascara stains that made it appear like she had been crying.

Which, although she wanted to right at this moment, she had not. Grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping at her face, the Ravenclaw swivelled back around as her best friend joined her, before pushing her soup away. "Who was it?" She hoped so much that Elodie knew who the culprits were, because they'd be getting a swift kick from her stilletos at some point soon.

06-24-2014, 05:35 PM	#63 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,598 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gabriel Calderón Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Katrina Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners Of COURSE Charlie would find this funny. Of course she would laugh. It was only natural that someone would find that funny, but considering as she was supposed to be one of Elodie's best friends...she wasn't hunting down the person to blame! SHE WAS LAUGHING. And before Elodie had time to let her finish or scold her for it... she had been pelted too, as had the rest of the table and whomever else was there. This meant war. But it didn't. Because she didn't have any intention of smacking anyone today. She hadn't put it on her morning agenda, and it wasn't exactly on her to do list for seventh year. Well...not smacking any strangers, anyways. She had three people on her list that it was okay to punch. Four, if you counted having someone on there for the pure reason that they'd been punched by her before and could potentially deserve it once again. Els hoped not though. Raising a hand to her mouth to cover her laughter at her friend being got too, Elodie pushed the leftovers of their little bombardment onto the floor and sat down beside Charlie. "I think they got your soup...." And her hair. "My SOUP?!" Charlie was startled, and outraged, and there was much hand flailing going on as she tried to shake the mess off of herself. She may have laughed at Elodie being hit, because that was a far more amusing matter. "What about my HAIR?" That was clearly what was important here, because even though Elodies hair still managed to look nice and pretty and perfectly effortless when pelted with snowballs, Charlies did not. Her damp blonde highlights clung to her cheeks, along with the mascara stains that made it appear like she had been crying. Which, although she wanted to right at this moment, she had not. Grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping at her face, the Ravenclaw swivelled back around as her best friend joined her, before pushing her soup away. "Who was it?" She hoped so much that Elodie knew who the culprits were, because they'd be getting a swift kick from her stilletos at some point soon. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽