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hermionesclone · 06-29-2014, 09:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Mordred

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?

So this snowman guy knew his name. And the voice was a familiar sounding one.

Grayson paused. And then eyed the eye-rubbing boy. And finally, he said, "Ethan? Snowstorm Man Ethan?" All of a sudden, the attire wasn't so weird. What was he planning on doing here? Making another snowstorm? Because if he was, he should tell this fourth year so that they can both get in on this. And then hide and watch the drama unfold. Just saying.

'Least he wasn't trying to kill himself. The Slytherin snorted. "There are better ways to die." Just don't do it, mkay? And FOOTBALL?! Grayson furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at the book that Ethan was showing him. "FOOTBALL?!" No wonder it was a name of a Muggle sport; it wasn't exactly creative, was it? "Nah, I'm more of a Quidditch guy. How do you play it?" Were the players meant to kick their own faces? Or someone else's face?

Please say it was the latter. Because OH MAN. LOL.

06-29-2014, 09:49 PM	#36 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Mordred 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? So this snowman guy knew his name. And the voice was a familiar sounding one. Grayson paused. And then eyed the eye-rubbing boy. And finally, he said, "Ethan? Snowstorm Man Ethan?" All of a sudden, the attire wasn't so weird. What was he planning on doing here? Making another snowstorm? Because if he was, he should tell this fourth year so that they can both get in on this. And then hide and watch the drama unfold. Just saying. 'Least he wasn't trying to kill himself. The Slytherin snorted. "There are better ways to die." Just don't do it, mkay? And FOOTBALL?! Grayson furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at the book that Ethan was showing him. "FOOTBALL?!" No wonder it was a name of a Muggle sport; it wasn't exactly creative, was it? "Nah, I'm more of a Quidditch guy. How do you play it?" Were the players meant to kick their own faces? Or someone else's face? Please say it was the latter. Because OH MAN. LOL. __________________