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SlytherinSistah · 07-01-2015, 10:49 PM

Text Cut: Grayson, Zander & Marsha

The seating arrangement made it possible for Cutty to be surrounded by his boys and ..Well, if they were serious about this cult thing, then followers. He greeted Whitlock and Adair with man nod greeting #74. Bugs, though. Grayson was leaving in only a couple of months.

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Originally Posted by Tiro MacMhuirich

Marsha didn’t particularly like cobwebs, or webcobs as her mam called them when she was little to make her giggle, but she didn’t mind spiders when she saw them… Or at least from experience she didn’t but she hadn’t seen any really large, magical ones yet so she held the right to not like them.

However, this was History of Magic time and that meant Professor Glendower… who was awesome. Though, since they were still making their manuscripts, she wondered what class would be about today. Slipping into the classroom, she had waved and smiled Nessarose as she did a quick rolling cartwheel and then got out of the way of the door.

Marsha looked around for somewhere to sit, and smiled at the empty seat next to Cutty. ”Hi Cutty, can I sit here?” Just incase he was saving the seat for someone else… obviously it was just polite. When he gave her a nod, she slid into the seat and took out her materials for note-taking. ”How are you today?” She asked while giving him a once over, trying to figure out if he was feeling better or worse than the last time she had seen him.

OH. They were starting, awesome. Games? Games…. Nice! ”Well, Professor there is obviously Quidditch… Which can be played at many different levels, such as just for fun, at school and I believe there is an under 17s league as well as the actual leagues around Britain and the world.” Yup, her … Granda’s sister was a coach and she loved it. Hehe.

It wasn't unusual for a candy hustler to have that many associates of all ages, right? Marsha was...pushing it, though. She was a bit too caring. And it looked unprofessional...in front of Whitlock and Adair, to whom he would later explain that Marsha was in his debt and therefore had to fawn (borderline slave) over him as payment.

"Yeah, course yer can sit here. How else are yer gonna sehrve me." Somehow the boy managed to say this with a straight face. "Like a golden god, Hanover. Like a golden god."

"Blackjack, Professor." He said putting his hand in the air. "It's a card game where value amounts are assigned to the cards and yer object is ter get yer hand to add up to 21 and not more than. It's not really for kiddos, though." Which was why he explained it in case any of the students hadn't been familiarized yet with gambling card games. Cutty himself had never tried it. Shhh.

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SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Text Cut: Grayson, Zander & Marsha The seating arrangement made it possible for Cutty to be surrounded by his boys and ..Well, if they were serious about this cult thing, then followers. He greeted Whitlock and Adair with man nod greeting #74. Bugs, though. Grayson was leaving in only a couple of months. Quote: Originally Posted by Tiro MacMhuirich Marsha didn’t particularly like cobwebs, or webcobs as her mam called them when she was little to make her giggle, but she didn’t mind spiders when she saw them… Or at least from experience she didn’t but she hadn’t seen any really large, magical ones yet so she held the right to not like them. However, this was History of Magic time and that meant Professor Glendower… who was awesome. Though, since they were still making their manuscripts, she wondered what class would be about today. Slipping into the classroom, she had waved and smiled Nessarose as she did a quick rolling cartwheel and then got out of the way of the door. Marsha looked around for somewhere to sit, and smiled at the empty seat next to Cutty. ”Hi Cutty, can I sit here?” Just incase he was saving the seat for someone else… obviously it was just polite. When he gave her a nod, she slid into the seat and took out her materials for note-taking. ”How are you today?” She asked while giving him a once over, trying to figure out if he was feeling better or worse than the last time she had seen him. OH. They were starting, awesome. Games? Games…. Nice! ”Well, Professor there is obviously Quidditch… Which can be played at many different levels, such as just for fun, at school and I believe there is an under 17s league as well as the actual leagues around Britain and the world.” Yup, her … Granda’s sister was a coach and she loved it. Hehe. It wasn't unusual for a candy hustler to have that many associates of all ages, right? Marsha was...pushing it, though. She was a bit too caring. And it looked unprofessional...in front of Whitlock and Adair, to whom he would later explain that Marsha was in his debt and therefore had to fawn (borderline slave) over him as payment. "Yeah, course yer can sit here. How else are yer gonna sehrve me." Somehow the boy managed to say this with a straight face. "Like a golden god, Hanover. Like a golden god." "Blackjack, Professor." He said putting his hand in the air. "It's a card game where value amounts are assigned to the cards and yer object is ter get yer hand to add up to 21 and not more than. It's not really for kiddos, though." Which was why he explained it in case any of the students hadn't been familiarized yet with gambling card games. Cutty himself had never tried it. Shhh. __________________