03-18-2015, 02:57 AM
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Always the Tone of Surprise Streeler
Join Date: Aug 2012
Posts: 248
| Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting Quote:
Originally Posted by The1HBIC Cece had gone from dragging the portrait along the floor to levitating it in front of her. Of course it was no ordinary levitation charm going on. No, for this portrait she put a real spin on things. She also wasn't careful at all going up the stairs. "You'll be lucky if a scratch is all your frame gets."
Smack!
And there was one now. Judging from the noise that one made, that one had to hurt. It was like that all the way up to the second floor where she slammed the portrait against the wall of the Headmistress' seating area. Oh, was that a crack she heard? "You dare to call me dense! I would say it is you that is the dense one. If you paid attention to anything that went on in the dungeon, you would know exactly who I am." Honestly, anyone who knew anything about the dungeons knew that Cecelia Murdoch was not only the school healer, but she was the Slytherin Head of House and a former PUREBLOOD Slytherin at that. "Enjoy your new home while you can. Oh, and you might want to see if you can get someone to mend those scratches and that big ole crack in your frame." Cece was pretty sure the Headmistress wouldn't want something as hideous looking as that frame hanging in her waiting area. This woman was bloody insane, "WOULD YOU WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING." She wasn't a young portrait, her old frame wasn't going to stand up to this kind of treatment. She needed to disciplined for Portrait abuse!
Looking at the woman once her head stopped spin from all the damage the crazy did she looked her square in the face, "I know exactly who you are and I think the headmistress has lost her mind letting mudbloods like you into this school." There she said it! No way would they have gotten in here when she first was put up! How times have changed, pity it was. "I demand you put me back! I have a job to do and I tend on doing it." She glanced around for a portrait to hope into, maybe she could find her way back to the dungeon and take over another frame. |
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