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SilverTiger · 03-12-2015, 08:40 AM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

Frankie was tired of being cooped up in the castle doing pointless assignments that really didn't matter. His housemates said that they needed the points, but the blond knew that Gryffindor was kicking everyone's butt this term. All he had to do was stay out of trouble, which he had been doing the very moment his second year started. So what if a few homework assignments did not get turned in? It wasn't like History of Magic was going to do him any good in the future. The fresh air, on the other hand, certainly would keep him from going insane. He clearly had his priorities sorted out right.

On his way down to the grounds, he couldn't help but grab a handful of snow and make a ball out of it as he trudged through the courtyard. If any of those seventh years tried messing with him, they would be goners. He was a pro at nailing people in the head with snowballs. But so far so good. There weren't any older kids looking for trouble. The only person around was that Andrews girl in his year.

The blond intended on passing by her without a word as he packed the snow in his hand into a tighter ball, but he couldn't help but notice that the weirdo was reading some book that he had never heard of. It was a strange sight to see in the middle of winter. "Don't you think the library would be a better place to read?" Frankie asked, giving Brooklyn an odd look. "That's where all the bookworms go. Not outside in the cold."

Brooklyn hadn’t been surprised one bit that it was quieter out in the courtyard than it was inside the castle. Especially down in her common room, where she still half-expected the house elves to show up randomly again to have her housemates threaten to hex them. That was still weird, on the list of entirely weird things that had happened this term. The swamp and the nifflers in the Chamber of Secrets were up near the top of that list, of course. Her being outside when there was still snow on the ground hardly merited notice, and so far nobody had. Nobody had even come outside, until she saw a figure over the edge of her book.

“You better not be thinking about using that on me,” she commented, nearly at the same time as he had spoken. The Gryffindor’s comment had earned one of her patented looks though. “If it was a library book, maybe. If I wanted to be among all the other people, maybe,” she replied. The inference was there, if he was smart enough to get it. She doubted he was, and she was going to keep an eye on that snowball in his hand. She knew better than to trust that he wouldn’t throw it at her. Not all Gryffindors could be trusted. She’d met maybe one who could, and that was only because he’d saved her from getting all icky with swamp water. She doubted Frankie would have done that.

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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	Okay, finally replying. hides Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Frankie was tired of being cooped up in the castle doing pointless assignments that really didn't matter. His housemates said that they needed the points, but the blond knew that Gryffindor was kicking everyone's butt this term. All he had to do was stay out of trouble, which he had been doing the very moment his second year started. So what if a few homework assignments did not get turned in? It wasn't like History of Magic was going to do him any good in the future. The fresh air, on the other hand, certainly would keep him from going insane. He clearly had his priorities sorted out right. On his way down to the grounds, he couldn't help but grab a handful of snow and make a ball out of it as he trudged through the courtyard. If any of those seventh years tried messing with him, they would be goners. He was a pro at nailing people in the head with snowballs. But so far so good. There weren't any older kids looking for trouble. The only person around was that Andrews girl in his year. The blond intended on passing by her without a word as he packed the snow in his hand into a tighter ball, but he couldn't help but notice that the weirdo was reading some book that he had never heard of. It was a strange sight to see in the middle of winter. "Don't you think the library would be a better place to read?" Frankie asked, giving Brooklyn an odd look. "That's where all the bookworms go. Not outside in the cold." Brooklyn hadn’t been surprised one bit that it was quieter out in the courtyard than it was inside the castle. Especially down in her common room, where she still half-expected the house elves to show up randomly again to have her housemates threaten to hex them. That was still weird, on the list of entirely weird things that had happened this term. The swamp and the nifflers in the Chamber of Secrets were up near the top of that list, of course. Her being outside when there was still snow on the ground hardly merited notice, and so far nobody had. Nobody had even come outside, until she saw a figure over the edge of her book. “You better not be thinking about using that on me,” she commented, nearly at the same time as he had spoken. The Gryffindor’s comment had earned one of her patented looks though. “If it was a library book, maybe. If I wanted to be among all the other people, maybe,” she replied. The inference was there, if he was smart enough to get it. She doubted he was, and she was going to keep an eye on that snowball in his hand. She knew better than to trust that he wouldn’t throw it at her. Not all Gryffindors could be trusted. She’d met maybe one who could, and that was only because he’d saved her from getting all icky with swamp water. She doubted Frankie would have done that. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥