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SilverTiger · 01-31-2015, 12:00 AM

It wasn’t Potions, but there was no way Brooklyn was going to miss Care of Magical Creatures. Not after what she’d gotten to do last term, and it didn’t even matter that the weather was kind of cold. She was getting more used to the weather at Hogwarts, as opposed to what she’d been used to back in San Diego. A sweater or two and she was good. As long as nobody bothered her, but then, she felt like there was an agreement between herself and certain people. Not that she trusted them, but anyone who agreed that her cat had a good name could be tolerated. As long as there weren’t any hug attempts.

She wasn’t that cold after all. She’d sort of eyed the tomato the professor was eating as she’d arrived at the barnyard, though. Ew, she thought, although she gave him her patented professor!smile anyway. “Good morning, Professor Thompson,” she said, before turning and heading over near Hady, Beverly and Agatha. Strength in numbers, really, no matter how much she’d decided to tolerate others. She was still going to stick with what she knew, and therefore sort of trusted.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,214 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict It wasn’t Potions, but there was no way Brooklyn was going to miss Care of Magical Creatures. Not after what she’d gotten to do last term, and it didn’t even matter that the weather was kind of cold. She was getting more used to the weather at Hogwarts, as opposed to what she’d been used to back in San Diego. A sweater or two and she was good. As long as nobody bothered her, but then, she felt like there was an agreement between herself and certain people. Not that she trusted them, but anyone who agreed that her cat had a good name could be tolerated. As long as there weren’t any hug attempts. She wasn’t that cold after all. She’d sort of eyed the tomato the professor was eating as she’d arrived at the barnyard, though. Ew, she thought, although she gave him her patented professor!smile anyway. “Good morning, Professor Thompson,” she said, before turning and heading over near Hady, Beverly and Agatha. Strength in numbers, really, no matter how much she’d decided to tolerate others. She was still going to stick with what she knew, and therefore sort of trusted. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥