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Shanners · 06-29-2014, 11:46 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

The soup was pushed away from her, towards the middle of the table, the snowball adding disgusting looking lumps to the mixture as it melted. Pulling something else towards her, Charlie thanked Elodie silently for drying them off and paused to tie her hair into a braid behind her head. "Big girl boots are on." She managed quietly, offering a smile at the older girl as she began to eat her bread.

It wasn't her fault everything sucked, after all.

Following the prefects gaze and bread pointing, Charlie shrugged. "No. You'd have your foot up their somewhere it shouldn't be." And not threatening hers. She wanted to know who threw it, but at the same time, couldn't actually be bothered mustering the energy to find out. "Thanks."

Her acceptance was mumbled, because even though she didn't want Elodie to punch anyone, that person definitely deserved it. Stupid idiots. Not even funny.

Elodie slightly regretted being so forceful with Charlie sometimes, but if she had learnt anything over the past couple of days...it was that you needed someone on your side no matter what it was you did. Not that Charlie had done anything, but...Els was on her side. She may have had a funny way of showing it, but with things that had happened...snapping was the only way she could get anything in a caring sense out of herself. "Good. Now lace them up and keep them on..." She really did care about the Ravenclaw though.

See. She knew exactly what would be happening if Elodie was clued in on anything that had just happened. She used her wand to dry up the bits of her uniform that were wet and reached for an apple. Violent chomping instead of killing someone. That was the plan now.

"I heard you're going to Paris with T." "heard"... Nah, she'd suggested it when he'd came over to hers crying because he couldn't think of anything to prove how much he liked her.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley The soup was pushed away from her, towards the middle of the table, the snowball adding disgusting looking lumps to the mixture as it melted. Pulling something else towards her, Charlie thanked Elodie silently for drying them off and paused to tie her hair into a braid behind her head. "Big girl boots are on." She managed quietly, offering a smile at the older girl as she began to eat her bread. It wasn't her fault everything sucked, after all. Following the prefects gaze and bread pointing, Charlie shrugged. "No. You'd have your foot up their somewhere it shouldn't be." And not threatening hers. She wanted to know who threw it, but at the same time, couldn't actually be bothered mustering the energy to find out. "Thanks." Her acceptance was mumbled, because even though she didn't want Elodie to punch anyone, that person definitely deserved it. Stupid idiots. Not even funny. Elodie slightly regretted being so forceful with Charlie sometimes, but if she had learnt anything over the past couple of days...it was that you needed someone on your side no matter what it was you did. Not that Charlie had done anything, but...Els was on her side. She may have had a funny way of showing it, but with things that had happened...snapping was the only way she could get anything in a caring sense out of herself. "Good. Now lace them up and keep them on..." She really did care about the Ravenclaw though. See. She knew exactly what would be happening if Elodie was clued in on anything that had just happened. She used her wand to dry up the bits of her uniform that were wet and reached for an apple. Violent chomping instead of killing someone. That was the plan now. "I heard you're going to Paris with T." "heard"... Nah, she'd suggested it when he'd came over to hers crying because he couldn't think of anything to prove how much he liked her. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________