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SlytherinSistah · 09-27-2014, 02:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Merlin, Toby really needed to look for his copy of his timetable or start writing down what classes he had each day, because this 'carry around every single textbook and follow people in my class to what's hopefully the right lesson' was starting to become an issue. Carrying around a schoolbag laden with so much KNOWLEDGE was doing a real number on his back and shoulders, and more than once Toby had ended up losing something right at the bottom of said bag, by which point he usually considered it gone for good.

Which is what had just happened; Tobias had been searching the confines of his Marvel messenger bag (an old birthday present from Ella), when a leather bracelet that he treasured dearly had gotten snagged and fallen off inside. Toby felt just plain WRONG without wearing it, and had decided to stop and search.

"Excuse me, sir," the Hufflepuff said politely to the nearest suit of armour, as he slid his bag off his shoulder and dropped it directly at its feet. He draped his outer robe, which had been threaded through the bags strap, over the armour's shoulder, sat cross-legged on the floor, and began rooting around. Maybe while he was here Toby could take a look for that Potions homework too, and hope that it wasn't too scrunched up by this point.

Given the social climate and the time of day, Cutty was feeling rather inspired. There were a number of ideas he'd already written in his journal that he'd been meaning to try out. On his slow and thought-filled descent to the dungeons, the last person he thought he'd see was Tempus. In fact, he thought he was doing a rather good job of avoiding the badger, which he began doing where it could be done in order to forget weakness and not be so inclined to spontaneously vomit. For Tempus, the thought of him, his voice, his name even made the boy sick to death. Disgusting human being that one.

And there he was, being disgusting...looking through his bag, chatting to armour politely. It was a lucky thing Cutty hadn't eaten, he reminded himself as he stopped short there in the corridor blank faced and perhaps a little curious.

"Lookin' fer soomethin' yer lost, Tempus?" He asked, every last ounce of malice carefully double-strained out of his tone.

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SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Merlin, Toby really needed to look for his copy of his timetable or start writing down what classes he had each day, because this 'carry around every single textbook and follow people in my class to what's hopefully the right lesson' was starting to become an issue. Carrying around a schoolbag laden with so much KNOWLEDGE was doing a real number on his back and shoulders, and more than once Toby had ended up losing something right at the bottom of said bag, by which point he usually considered it gone for good. Which is what had just happened; Tobias had been searching the confines of his Marvel messenger bag (an old birthday present from Ella), when a leather bracelet that he treasured dearly had gotten snagged and fallen off inside. Toby felt just plain WRONG without wearing it, and had decided to stop and search. "Excuse me, sir," the Hufflepuff said politely to the nearest suit of armour, as he slid his bag off his shoulder and dropped it directly at its feet. He draped his outer robe, which had been threaded through the bags strap, over the armour's shoulder, sat cross-legged on the floor, and began rooting around. Maybe while he was here Toby could take a look for that Potions homework too, and hope that it wasn't too scrunched up by this point. Given the social climate and the time of day, Cutty was feeling rather inspired. There were a number of ideas he'd already written in his journal that he'd been meaning to try out. On his slow and thought-filled descent to the dungeons, the last person he thought he'd see was Tempus. In fact, he thought he was doing a rather good job of avoiding the badger, which he began doing where it could be done in order to forget weakness and not be so inclined to spontaneously vomit. For Tempus, the thought of him, his voice, his name even made the boy sick to death. Disgusting human being that one. And there he was, being disgusting...looking through his bag, chatting to armour politely. It was a lucky thing Cutty hadn't eaten, he reminded himself as he stopped short there in the corridor blank faced and perhaps a little curious. "Lookin' fer soomethin' yer lost, Tempus?" He asked, every last ounce of malice carefully double-strained out of his tone. __________________