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hermionesclone · 09-09-2014, 10:23 PM

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Originally Posted by Team ronmione

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.

One word: rude!

What had Grayson even done to the guy? Nothing. That's right, nothing. Kinda surprising, wasn't it? Because for some reason or another, people were aaaaaaaaaaalways mad at him and, according to his mum, it was entirely his fault. Which it usually WASN'T because if they could stop acting like idiots for 0.2 seconds, then maybe the world could be a better place.

But this wasn't his fault. This definitely wasn't, which was why Grayson scowled in the direction of the fellow fifth year while saying, "Jeez, what's got your wand in a knot?" Really, what in the freaking name of Merlin was this about?! Was the kid homesick? Missed being spoon-fed by his Ma? WELL?

Being the typical teenage boy that he was, it was no surprise to the fifteen year old that his mind had twisted the other boy's words to mean something else. Find himself a firstie if he wanted to be scored? LOL. Oh MAN. "WELL, if you must know, I was trying to find the comfiest bed. Don't wanna spend the rest of the year worrying about back pain, you know." He wasn't down for that. "Besiiiiiiiides, I don't think it'd be fair for a comfy bed to go to a right ol' loser." It was rewarding them for being freaking maniacs. No. Just no.

How many people were sharing the dorm with him, exactly? And more importantly, were they cool people?

09-09-2014, 10:23 PM	#6 (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 Team ronmione 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. One word: rude! What had Grayson even done to the guy? Nothing. That's right, nothing. Kinda surprising, wasn't it? Because for some reason or another, people were aaaaaaaaaaalways mad at him and, according to his mum, it was entirely his fault. Which it usually WASN'T because if they could stop acting like idiots for 0.2 seconds, then maybe the world could be a better place. But this wasn't his fault. This definitely wasn't, which was why Grayson scowled in the direction of the fellow fifth year while saying, "Jeez, what's got your wand in a knot?" Really, what in the freaking name of Merlin was this about?! Was the kid homesick? Missed being spoon-fed by his Ma? WELL? Being the typical teenage boy that he was, it was no surprise to the fifteen year old that his mind had twisted the other boy's words to mean something else. Find himself a firstie if he wanted to be scored? LOL. Oh MAN. "WELL, if you must know, I was trying to find the comfiest bed. Don't wanna spend the rest of the year worrying about back pain, you know." He wasn't down for that. "Besiiiiiiiides, I don't think it'd be fair for a comfy bed to go to a right ol' loser." It was rewarding them for being freaking maniacs. No. Just no. How many people were sharing the dorm with him, exactly? And more importantly, were they cool people? __________________