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hermionesclone · 03-22-2015, 01:51 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

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.

Freaking food, man.

His mind could go fuzzy and he could have no idea who anyone was but something that wasn't about to change anytime soon was his love for food. Grayson couldn't get enough and, unsurprisingly, he'd reached a very early point in the evening where he'd gotten hungry so, naturally, he came here. To the buffet table. To get some FOOD.

But, looking around at the menu, there didn't seem to be many of the dishes that he liked. Everything sounded so fancy and proper and it made the sixth year even more confused than he already was. Yo, what happened to a simple helping of fish and chips? Or chicken nuggets? You know what would be the best option? A Big Mac. This was why Hogsmeade needed to have some Muggle fast food stores as well. It was only right.

If he couldn't find anything for himself, he was just gonna have to ask, wasn't he? And who was he gonna ask? Someone who wasn't too far away from him. Perfect! Even if she looked like the ruler of the ice kingdom -- what in the name of Merlin was up with that? "Hey, recommend anything from here? I'm STARVING!" C'mon, help a handsome dude out.

And why did she look familiar? SQUINT.

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hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger 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. Freaking food, man. His mind could go fuzzy and he could have no idea who anyone was but something that wasn't about to change anytime soon was his love for food. Grayson couldn't get enough and, unsurprisingly, he'd reached a very early point in the evening where he'd gotten hungry so, naturally, he came here. To the buffet table. To get some FOOD. But, looking around at the menu, there didn't seem to be many of the dishes that he liked. Everything sounded so fancy and proper and it made the sixth year even more confused than he already was. Yo, what happened to a simple helping of fish and chips? Or chicken nuggets? You know what would be the best option? A Big Mac. This was why Hogsmeade needed to have some Muggle fast food stores as well. It was only right. If he couldn't find anything for himself, he was just gonna have to ask, wasn't he? And who was he gonna ask? Someone who wasn't too far away from him. Perfect! Even if she looked like the ruler of the ice kingdom -- what in the name of Merlin was up with that? "Hey, recommend anything from here? I'm STARVING!" C'mon, help a handsome dude out. And why did she look familiar? SQUINT. __________________