04-17-2015, 06:06 PM
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Doxy
Join Date: Oct 2009
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year | ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ She had to be nuts. It was something she decided during the portkey travel. Rather than screaming her fool head off, Amur had broken into hysterical laughter. It wasn't scary, it wasn't sickening, it was fun!! Like riding a dragon all over again, except one that didn't know how to fly, and she was just holding on for the ride.
Unlike her fellow classmates, or field-mates, Amur didn't know how to land from a portkey. It was the most ungraceful landing she could have imagined, and she had both imagined and seen a lot of such landings. She tumbled away from the umbrella, only mildly aware of the throbbing of her shoulder and the wind that had been knocked from her lungs. The second was a bit more problematic, given she wasn't quite done laughing yet.
All thoughts of kidnapping Professors had been left behind at the platform.
Rolling onto her hands and knees, Amur pushed herself upright and pulled her hair back from her face with both hands, breath coming in intervals of giggles. What and who was this now? A tour guide? SPOILER!!: Mr. Mclaren Quote:
Originally Posted by Scott Maclaren Ever the cautious bloke, Scott stood at some distance from the agreed spot of arrival and waited for the group he would be leading into the Loch today. Portkeys were tricky things, y'know, and the man didn't fancy becoming a landing pad for the one kid that hadn't quite mastered the art of not knocking people over while you hit the ground screaming. It was a delicate thing to be sure.
Even after a few landed, the man was sure to wait because you just couldn't be sure. Satisfied with what he saw, the man finally approached the group with a wide grin and a loud clap of his hands to announce his presence. "G'mornin', nice t' see so many 'o you!" Had they mentioned the group being this large? Ah well, it didn't matter, he was being paid by the head. "Fer those 'o you tha' don' know, my name's Scott Maclaren an' I'll be yer Tour Guide 'o sorts fer this trip. Ye excited?"
OF COURSE they were, otherwise they'd be off enjoying their summers instead of taking an educational trip of all things during their break.
Beaming, Amur glanced over at the others near her, Zeke and Hady and other familiar but unintroduced faces. Who would have thought? A Scottsman called Scott. Her grin widened even more. "Mr. Maclaren? Can we...call you Scotty?"
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