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Stefan · 06-29-2014, 07:32 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

.................................. What in the name of merlin?

Grayson, who was coming back from the kitchen with his pockets bulging with sweet treats and a pastry clutched in his hand, stopped in his tracks. And then tilted his head. He was used to how cold and dark it was in here by now, so that didn't stop him from noticing the unusual sight in front of him

Which was a person, by the way. And not your usual loonies, either. This one was in a snowsuit -- understandable because of the freaking weather -- and a turban. Uh huh. A turban. And they were kicking some sort of funny shaped ball around. Not a quidditch ball, that was for sure. But they weren't doing a very good job because the ball...........

............... had hit.............

.................. the person's face. Don't laugh, Whitlock, DON'T LAUGH.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" What was this one DOING with that ball?

There might have been concern in his voice, too. Thanks for that, delicious pastry.

Ethan massaged his nose…then his eyes because MERLIN he’s seeing double. And given that the corridor’s dark, that didn’t help. UGH. And there were people too! He can hear a man’s voice…although he’s far, and he can make out a boy’s figure. There were two of them!

Wait, no. Just one.

Stupid ball!

Oh hold on. He knows that voice. “Grayson?” Ethan squinted his eyes and rubbed it again. Did he see…everything? Well, if he did then it’s a good thing he didn’t laugh. Because…his face is hurting right now. Ethan walked towards the boy, rubbing his eyes. “No, I’m not trying to kill myself. Not really the most noble way to die, yeah?” No, he will not die because of it. HE WILL master the art of this sport. He just WISHED there was a PROFESSOR who knows HOW TO PLAY this game. “It’s called…FOOTBALL.” He said and got the book Alec gave him and showed it to Grayson. “Do you play this muggle sport?” Ethan now had one eye closed and the other open and looked at the other Slytherin.

And where did that freaking ball go?

06-29-2014, 07:32 PM	#35 (permalink)
Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone .................................. What in the name of merlin? Grayson, who was coming back from the kitchen with his pockets bulging with sweet treats and a pastry clutched in his hand, stopped in his tracks. And then tilted his head. He was used to how cold and dark it was in here by now, so that didn't stop him from noticing the unusual sight in front of him Which was a person, by the way. And not your usual loonies, either. This one was in a snowsuit -- understandable because of the freaking weather -- and a turban. Uh huh. A turban. And they were kicking some sort of funny shaped ball around. Not a quidditch ball, that was for sure. But they weren't doing a very good job because the ball........... ............... had hit............. .................. the person's face. Don't laugh, Whitlock, DON'T LAUGH. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" What was this one DOING with that ball? There might have been concern in his voice, too. Thanks for that, delicious pastry. Ethan massaged his nose…then his eyes because MERLIN he’s seeing double. And given that the corridor’s dark, that didn’t help. UGH. And there were people too! He can hear a man’s voice…although he’s far, and he can make out a boy’s figure. There were two of them! Wait, no. Just one. Stupid ball! Oh hold on. He knows that voice. “Grayson?” Ethan squinted his eyes and rubbed it again. Did he see…everything? Well, if he did then it’s a good thing he didn’t laugh. Because…his face is hurting right now. Ethan walked towards the boy, rubbing his eyes. “No, I’m not trying to kill myself. Not really the most noble way to die, yeah?” No, he will not die because of it. HE WILL master the art of this sport. He just WISHED there was a PROFESSOR who knows HOW TO PLAY this game. “It’s called…FOOTBALL.” He said and got the book Alec gave him and showed it to Grayson. “Do you play this muggle sport?” Ethan now had one eye closed and the other open and looked at the other Slytherin. And where did that freaking ball go? __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.