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lemon · 09-04-2014, 02:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

This was Dot's table. There wasn't a Dima here, although there was a Dark Dante. She sighed heavily, shuffling her way from the Sorting Hat over to the table where her new housemates were waiting for dinner to start. She didn't know any of them except Dante, and they all looked so old and not a little bit frightening.

What if one of them turned her into a goldfish? She hated that.

Without making a peep, Dot climbed over the bench and took a seat at the table, although her face made her misery pretty obvious. She was pale behind her freckles and her big blue eyes were a little wet and getting wetter. Not that she'd cry here in front of these strangers who might want to turn her into some sort of bowl-dwelling sea creature. Nope. She wasn't gonna cry. She was brave, like... like a...

Sob. Mortified, Dot pulled the neck of her sweater up over her face like a turtle, and she slipped off the bench to disappear beneath the table. NOTHING TO SEE HERE.

He, of course, had been at his own house table with his friends, watching the ceremony... until he'd seen Dot get sorted, that was. And then Dima had almost immediately been up and running towards the table draped in green, tailing the red mane of hair that disappeared under the benches. Waiiit. Wait for him, ok?

As soon as he got under there, the twelve year old crawled over and wrapped his best friend in a hug.

No CRYING, please.

09-04-2014, 02:25 AM	#10 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin This was Dot's table. There wasn't a Dima here, although there was a Dark Dante. She sighed heavily, shuffling her way from the Sorting Hat over to the table where her new housemates were waiting for dinner to start. She didn't know any of them except Dante, and they all looked so old and not a little bit frightening. What if one of them turned her into a goldfish? She hated that. Without making a peep, Dot climbed over the bench and took a seat at the table, although her face made her misery pretty obvious. She was pale behind her freckles and her big blue eyes were a little wet and getting wetter. Not that she'd cry here in front of these strangers who might want to turn her into some sort of bowl-dwelling sea creature. Nope. She wasn't gonna cry. She was brave, like... like a... Sob. Mortified, Dot pulled the neck of her sweater up over her face like a turtle, and she slipped off the bench to disappear beneath the table. NOTHING TO SEE HERE. He, of course, had been at his own house table with his friends, watching the ceremony... until he'd seen Dot get sorted, that was. And then Dima had almost immediately been up and running towards the table draped in green, tailing the red mane of hair that disappeared under the benches. Waiiit. Wait for him, ok? As soon as he got under there, the twelve year old crawled over and wrapped his best friend in a hug. No CRYING, please. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.