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Hey Ju · 06-08-2015, 01:00 AM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Cutty took that 'Rude' as her returned greeting and considered the work of formalities between them done for the day. Efficiency, friends. Efficiency. Her hair flipped and the glint from the greenish lights above caught and warped in the movement. Agatha Hapgood was feeling rather good about herself right now and by that he meant she wasn't. Cutty never could fully buy the hoity-toity act. In fact, he thought he had evidence toward the contrary.

A small laugh. Only the muted first note of a chuckle barely escaping his mouth before he spoke again. "It's because I'm sick. Andrews put something in her potion or didn't store it at the right temperature or something." He leaned his head against the snake cage sleepily. "Dance for me, Happygoody."

He was sick. She could see that, he looked gross. "And you took a Potion made by a... what is she, a first year?" Agatha knew Andrews was older than that, but still, what a stupid idea that had been, Cutty. "I thought you knew better than that." Tsk, tsk, shame on you, Mordaunt.

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"What?" Agatha asked, a mix of amusement and extreme annoyance in her tone. What did he think she was, to entertain him like that whenever he wanted? "What do I get for that?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. It was a genuine question, since she was not a slave, thank you very much. But she was interested in what he could offer. Maybe. Didn't he have the contact of some winged-horses owners? Oh yes, Agatha Hapgood was thinking of high prices, alright. Her dancing was THAT valuable.

06-08-2015, 01:00 AM	#7 (permalink)
Hey Ju DMAC & DMLE Bicorn Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Octopus's Garden Posts: 16,727 Hogwarts RPG Name: Scarlett Mordaunt Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brenna Kavanaugh Slytherin Second Year x8 x4	Arts TRANSPONSTER! Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah Cutty took that 'Rude' as her returned greeting and considered the work of formalities between them done for the day. Efficiency, friends. Efficiency. Her hair flipped and the glint from the greenish lights above caught and warped in the movement. Agatha Hapgood was feeling rather good about herself right now and by that he meant she wasn't. Cutty never could fully buy the hoity-toity act. In fact, he thought he had evidence toward the contrary. A small laugh. Only the muted first note of a chuckle barely escaping his mouth before he spoke again. "It's because I'm sick. Andrews put something in her potion or didn't store it at the right temperature or something." He leaned his head against the snake cage sleepily. "Dance for me, Happygoody." He was sick. She could see that, he looked gross. "And you took a Potion made by a... what is she, a first year?" Agatha knew Andrews was older than that, but still, what a stupid idea that had been, Cutty. "I thought you knew better than that." Tsk, tsk, shame on you, Mordaunt. ... *"What?"* Agatha asked, a mix of amusement and extreme annoyance in her tone. What did he think she was, to entertain him like that whenever he wanted? "What do I get for that?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. It was a genuine question, since she was not a slave, thank you very much. But she was interested in what he could offer. Maybe. Didn't he have the contact of some winged-horses owners? Oh yes, Agatha Hapgood was thinking of high prices, alright. Her dancing was THAT valuable. __________________ AT THE HOGWARTS YULE BALL, YOU'LL BE HANGING OUT WITH....__________________ Maybe you'll dance, scour the buffet, or end up ~~gossiping~~ talking amongst yourselves! You're happy to go with the flow and see where the Yule Ball takes you!