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Govoni · 07-17-2014, 02:58 AM

SPOILER!!: Sierra!

"Pssh. I walk like that 'cause I'm pretty." Yea, Dylan was joking...but if she wanted to tease, he'd give it right back. Old friends did that sort of thing...and they were more than old friends. Old teammates.

"...and I blame my hair...rather than my skill. This commands attention." He gestured up to the mop of silvery blond hair; coiffed up rather than hanging loose as it did most days...After a moment, his face split into a wide grin. "You look right at home...with fans." It came more natural to some. Dylan could never get used to it, though. He just....couldn't.

Glancing around the packed space, he dug his hands deep into his pockets. One could call it a nervous habit. "I'm in University...on top of quidditch. For Healing." ........ "What about you? How's your mom?"

07-17-2014, 02:58 AM	#100 (permalink)
Govoni MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Dragonstone Posts: 15,583 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12	Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese SPOILER!!: Sierra! Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana After handing over the newly signed photo to whoever that was for Bart, Sierra looked up and watched as Dylan strutted across the tent. "Nice walk," she said with a playful grin. "They teach you how to do that with the Arrows?" She was only joking of course, because this guy right here was her former Snake captain. She stood up and walked over to meet him. *"Well, of course not, but...I had a fan,"* she said. "I can't believe we have those now." They had always had them back at Hogwarts, but then it had been just fellow students cheering for their favorite house to win. Now it was actual fans. "So how ya been?" "Pssh. I walk like that 'cause I'm pretty." Yea, Dylan was joking...but if she wanted to tease, he'd give it right back. Old friends did that sort of thing...and they were more than old friends. Old teammates. "...and I blame my hair...rather than my skill. This commands attention." He gestured up to the mop of silvery blond hair; coiffed up rather than hanging loose as it did most days...After a moment, his face split into a wide grin. *"You look right at home...with fans."* It came more natural to some. Dylan could never get used to it, though. He just....couldn't. Glancing around the packed space, he dug his hands deep into his pockets. One could call it a nervous habit. "I'm in University...on top of quidditch. For Healing." ........ "What about you? How's your mom?" __________________ We live in cities you'll *never* see onscreen..._______________________________________________ So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a *palace, within our dreams...____________ We're on each other's team*._____