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RandomRaven · 06-23-2015, 10:55 AM

There are muggles arrived at Hogsmeade

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Originally Posted by Muggle Mob

One might ask themselves, how four constitutes a mob. Not entirely an impressive or intimidating number. One would then need to look at the mannerisms of those within the 'mob' designation. The ability of four bodies to occupy an entire street, for instance. Or the boisterous capacity with which they do so.

So, if anyone should happen upon this rabble, they might be so inclined to label it as, yes, a mob. A bunch. A collection. Rather numerous terms can be associated with the group, but their description remains rightly simple, possibly and probably mundane.

Of the four, two are men and two are women. They can only be described as square, nearly oval, rectangular and triangle-shaped. As varied as the color of their hair and eyes, there is a uniformity to them. All have dressed themselves in sweaters of varying colors and designs, the women sporting thick suede boots while the men appear utterly comfortable in sneakers, and yes, a pair of sandals. In addition, each has slung a camera about their necks and walks with a phone in hand. Lacquered fingernails punch at unseen keys on the devices, while one of the men has a tendency to stop every ten feet, only to hold up the contraption and strike a pose varying from charming to ridiculous. The forefront leader seems uninterested in such activities, and has taken to roaming from one side of the street to the other.

"Surely, he couldn't have gone far." The triangle woman.

The square one types furiously. "Oh, but you know Alan." A tsk noise. Or is that the buttons she pushes?

The oval man waddles along. Stops. Points up the hill. "Could be up there. Reckon that castle got his interest plenty."

The triangle and square both look up, scowls on their lipsticked lips. "Don't be absurd."

"Castles are boring."

"And damp."

"And haunted." A shiver from the triangle one.

"Now who's being absurb? There's no such thing as ghosts." A start of a bicker. An argument fully involved. The mob keeps moving, the leader searching, the others squabbling like newly hatched chicks.

06-23-2015, 10:55 AM	#26 (permalink)
RandomRaven DMLE & MO Pixie Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Nutella Jar (GMT+7) Posts: 44,767 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mikey Goh Fourth Year x7	BOOMBAYAH! \| #PuedoPorquePiensoQuePuedo \| Certified Blank and Random Person \| Raventastic There are muggles arrived at Hogsmeade Quote: Originally Posted by Muggle Mob One might ask themselves, how four constitutes a mob. Not entirely an impressive or intimidating number. One would then need to look at the mannerisms of those within the 'mob' designation. The ability of four bodies to occupy an entire street, for instance. Or the boisterous capacity with which they do so. So, if anyone should happen upon this rabble, they might be so inclined to label it as, yes, a mob. A bunch. A collection. Rather numerous terms can be associated with the group, but their description remains rightly simple, possibly and probably mundane. Of the four, two are men and two are women. They can only be described as square, nearly oval, rectangular and triangle-shaped. As varied as the color of their hair and eyes, there is a uniformity to them. All have dressed themselves in sweaters of varying colors and designs, the women sporting thick suede boots while the men appear utterly comfortable in sneakers, and yes, a pair of sandals. In addition, each has slung a camera about their necks and walks with a phone in hand. Lacquered fingernails punch at unseen keys on the devices, while one of the men has a tendency to stop every ten feet, only to hold up the contraption and strike a pose varying from charming to ridiculous. The forefront leader seems uninterested in such activities, and has taken to roaming from one side of the street to the other. "Surely, he couldn't have gone far." The triangle woman. The square one types furiously. "Oh, but you know Alan." A tsk noise. Or is that the buttons she pushes? The oval man waddles along. Stops. Points up the hill. "Could be up there. Reckon that castle got his interest plenty." The triangle and square both look up, scowls on their lipsticked lips. "Don't be absurd." "Castles are boring." "And damp." "And haunted." A shiver from the triangle one. *"Now* who's being absurb? There's no such thing as ghosts." A start of a bicker. An argument fully involved. The mob keeps moving, the leader searching, the others squabbling like newly hatched chicks. __________________ AT THE HOGWARTS YULE BALL**, YOU'LL BE HANGING OUT WITH....__________________ It's a fairytale evening, and you want the entire event to be totally dazzling and a real experience with the friendliest people around you.