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SilverTiger · 03-19-2015, 09:50 AM

Brooklyn didn’t do mystery. Dressing up, though…she definitely was up for that. She had just not felt like going along with the whole masquerade thing. She’d much rather be noticed, and acknowledged. The tiny redhead was goin g to make sure of that, what with how sparkly she was. Sparkly and white, except for the flame of her hair, carefully curled and pulled over one shoulder. The little queen was an ice princess for the night, and she’d even tried to put on makeup. Still, no mask, and there had been a quizzical look on her face almost as soon as she had stepped into the event area only to find that she couldn’t remember who anyone was. That was way too dangerous, and it reminded her of the Potions final last term, when the Hufflepuff prefect had gotten it into his head she liked hugs.

That had been cleared up, of course. She was standing by him remembering that understanding, but then, she couldn’t remember what he looked like. What anyone looked like, and it was annoying her. Therefore, she’d simply headed over near the buffet table, skirting around the two fighting (Was that Professor Flamsteed? And Professor Quigley? She thought so, but everything was all fuzzy in her head.) and making her way for the desserts. Maybe some sugar would make her feel better, and she beelined for the sugar quill crème brulee. She’d always accept sugar quills. It was maybe one of the only things she and her sister shared.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin First Year x5 x3	for Kita love and anyone else if they'd like to claim her. :) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Brooklyn didn’t do mystery. Dressing up, though…she definitely was up for that. She had just not felt like going along with the whole masquerade thing. She’d much rather be noticed, and acknowledged. The tiny redhead was goin g to make sure of that, what with how sparkly she was. Sparkly and white, except for the flame of her hair, carefully curled and pulled over one shoulder. The little queen was an ice princess for the night, and she’d even tried to put on makeup. Still, no mask, and there had been a quizzical look on her face almost as soon as she had stepped into the event area only to find that she couldn’t remember who anyone was. That was way too dangerous, and it reminded her of the Potions final last term, when the Hufflepuff prefect had gotten it into his head she liked hugs. That had been cleared up, of course. She was standing by him remembering that understanding, but then, she couldn’t remember what he looked like. What anyone looked like, and it was annoying her. Therefore, she’d simply headed over near the buffet table, skirting around the two fighting (Was that Professor Flamsteed? And Professor Quigley? She thought so, but everything was all fuzzy in her head.) and making her way for the desserts. Maybe some sugar would make her feel better, and she beelined for the sugar quill crème brulee. She’d always accept sugar quills. It was maybe one of the only things she and her sister shared. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥