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lemon · 01-18-2015, 05:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Govoni

Head semi!buried in a potion's text, Gabriel had actively sought out young Dima. He was surprised to find him in the new art nook, of course...as Dima hadn't struck him as the artistic type. But it was just as well...and upon closer inspection (and if time would permit), he'd be doing some graphing in there soon.

...buuuuuuuuut, Gabe had other stuff to talk to the young Ravenclaw about.

"Do you might if I join you?"

He was just about to make his first stroke upon the canvas when Dima heard a voice behind him. Jumping about ten feet into the air and brandishing is sopping paintbrush as if it was a sword, the third year turned. WHO WENT THERE? WHO DARED SNEAK UP ON H-

Oh, it was Gabriel.

"Hi!" He waved at the older boy with his brush, sending flecks of blue paint flying across the common room, though none of them landed on his company. "Sure! Do you like painting too? You can borrow my stuff if you want." Peeking around suspiciously, the third year leaned in and lowered his voice. "Mr. Kitridge's aren't the BEST, but don't tell him that."

But the Prefect could use his special materials 'cause they were FRIENDS, right? Right?

Totally were. They'd sealed it with hugs already.

01-18-2015, 05:45 PM	#6 (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 Govoni Head semi!buried in a potion's text, Gabriel had actively sought out young Dima. He was surprised to find him in the new art nook, of course...as Dima hadn't struck him as the artistic type. But it was just as well...and upon closer inspection (and if time would permit), he'd be doing some graphing in there soon. ...buuuuuuuuut, Gabe had other stuff to talk to the young Ravenclaw about. "Do you might if I join you?" He was just about to make his first stroke upon the canvas when Dima heard a voice behind him. Jumping about ten feet into the air and brandishing is sopping paintbrush as if it was a sword, the third year turned. WHO WENT THERE? WHO DARED SNEAK UP ON H- Oh, it was Gabriel. "Hi!" He waved at the older boy with his brush, sending flecks of blue paint flying across the common room, though none of them landed on his company. "Sure! Do you like painting too? You can borrow my stuff if you want." Peeking around suspiciously, the third year leaned in and lowered his voice. "Mr. Kitridge's aren't the BEST, but don't tell him that." But the Prefect could use his special materials 'cause they were FRIENDS, right? Right? Totally were. They'd sealed it with hugs already. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.