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Team ronmione · 09-08-2014, 10:24 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

JUMP....... JUMP.......... JUMP............

...................... stop and stare.

Why? Because there was a GUY standing there. A guy who was looking right back at him as if he had escaped from some St Mungos. At least, what was what Grayson could tell from his facial expressions. Er, alright. He wasn't that weird. Not even a BIT weird. He was very cool, in fact, just ask Dima. That kid never lied.

Whitty stood on his bed and watched as the punk rock boy -- dude had a hairstyle that screamed punk rock -- dumped his things on the bed and then left. LEFT. Left HIS COMPANY. What? Did he not want to get to know the Slytherin Hottie? Fine. He wouldn't bother with this new roommate of his ei--

"OI!" he hollered, flopping down onto a sitting position on the bed and keeping his eyes on the door, "Where are you going?" To the kitchens? Could the dude get him some food? Cause he was STARVIN'.

Well, Devlin no longer heard the squeak squeak squeak of the bed as he slowly made his way out. Which, this was something he was silently, gratefully, praying for. At least it meant that the guy had stopped acting like a five year old. Seriously, they were, what? Fourteen and fifteen, yeah? Jumping on beds at that age was weird.

The boy stopped in his tracks and returned back into the dorm room. OI. Where are you going? He turned to face the kid, yes, kid, and gave him a look. There was something about this one.

"I'm not keen on seeing my dormmate act like a monkey." Truth. MORE LOOKS. Also, it should be known Devlin was back in the room because he wanted to learn more about this guy. NOT that he was here to give him some sort of service or actually listening to the guys demanding cry. "Do you need attention? Someone to score your bed jumping skills?" It seemed like it. For your information Devlin would not do that, because 1. he wasn't five, and 2. Devlin didn't have bed jumping skills or wanted to score something as silly as that. "Find yourself a firstie. If you wanna be scored." He added as a afterthought, long after his first words.

The guy looked really familiar but Devlin wasn't stressing himself out. Because he was assessing the bed-jumper.

09-08-2014, 10:24 PM	#5 (permalink)
Team ronmione Moke Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: Skyloft Posts: 8,451 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maisie Raines Fifth Year x3	Mr. Unicorn: Kim's daughter: Jenn's sister : MILKSHAKES: Lita Daley: The Sun: Its so Fluffy! Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone JUMP....... JUMP.......... JUMP............ ...................... stop and stare. Why? Because there was a GUY standing there. A guy who was looking right back at him as if he had escaped from some St Mungos. At least, what was what Grayson could tell from his facial expressions. Er, alright. He wasn't that weird. Not even a BIT weird. He was very cool, in fact, just ask Dima. That kid never lied. Whitty stood on his bed and watched as the punk rock boy -- dude had a hairstyle that screamed punk rock -- dumped his things on the bed and then left. LEFT. Left HIS COMPANY. What? Did he not want to get to know the Slytherin Hottie? Fine. He wouldn't bother with this new roommate of his ei-- "OI!" he hollered, flopping down onto a sitting position on the bed and keeping his eyes on the door, "Where are you going?" To the kitchens? Could the dude get him some food? Cause he was STARVIN'. Well, Devlin no longer heard the squeak squeak squeak of the bed as he slowly made his way out. Which, this was something he was silently, gratefully, praying for. At least it meant that the guy had stopped acting like a five year old. Seriously, they were, what? Fourteen and fifteen, yeah? Jumping on beds at that age was weird. The boy stopped in his tracks and returned back into the dorm room. OI. Where are you going? He turned to face the kid, yes, kid, and gave him a look. There was something about this one. "I'm not keen on seeing my dormmate act like a monkey." Truth. MORE LOOKS. Also, it should be known Devlin was back in the room because he wanted to learn more about this guy. NOT that he was here to give him some sort of service or actually listening to the guys demanding cry. "Do you need attention? Someone to score your bed jumping skills?" It seemed like it. For your information Devlin would not do that, because 1. he wasn't five, and 2. Devlin didn't have bed jumping skills or wanted to score something as silly as that. "Find yourself a firstie. If you wanna be scored." He added as a afterthought, long after his first words. The guy looked really familiar but Devlin wasn't stressing himself out. Because he was assessing the bed-jumper. __________________