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hermionesclone · 09-06-2015, 03:22 PM

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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Was this normal?

Bentley was sprawled on his back with his camera next to him staring into the ceiling of the treehouse. He hadn't been here long enough for him to start missing his family the way he was. He was eleven!! Eleven year olds didn't miss their moms kissing them good night or staying up with them when they can't sleep...right? And he was sure they especially didn't miss annoying little brothers calling them cheese head.

Bleh....stupid Heath....and stupid Belle with her stupid really adorable face and baby drool.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe if he practiced some magic he'd feel better.

Hopping to his feet, Bentley reached through the window and pulled off several leaves. He'd just see how good he was at fire charms...

Hehehehe

He set the small pile of leaves down and sat a little bit off from it...."ahem..."incendo!"......nothing..."right...I'm pretty sure that doesn't even sound right...maaaybe I need to say it louder..."

NO. WAY.

A treehouse? Hogwarts had its own TREEHOUSE?!

Forget about exploring the castle and trying to find nook and crannies for him to hide in if the time called for it, he was going to explore that treehouse all the way over THERE. The first year zoomed in that direction as fast as his ~~tiny~~ legs could carry him. His eyes were wide and focused on one thing and one thing ONLY; which meant that he was bumping past people as he went but that didn't matter, right?

Of course not.

Phillip came to a stop right near the bottom of the treehouse, where a rope ladder came down to greet him. He climbed up it enthusiastically and stood on the landing, a triumphant look on his face. He was HERE. And if he had it his way, he wasn't going to end up moving until he started feeling peck--

"CAR!" Yep, the kid was going to get his company, alright. Phillip didn't happen to hear whatever it was Bentley was saying simply because he was too busy making small 'vroom-vroom' sounds as he headed up to the boy. "Whatcha up to?" he asked, plopping down next to the boy and looking between the Gryffindor and......... a pile of leaves. Normal, Car, normal.

09-06-2015, 03:22 PM	#16 (permalink)
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	XD That title though urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy Was this normal? Bentley was sprawled on his back with his camera next to him staring into the ceiling of the treehouse. He hadn't been here long enough for him to start missing his family the way he was. He was eleven!! Eleven year olds didn't miss their moms kissing them good night or staying up with them when they can't sleep...right? And he was sure they especially didn't miss annoying little brothers calling them cheese head. Bleh....stupid Heath....and stupid Belle with her stupid really adorable face and baby drool. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe if he practiced some magic he'd feel better. Hopping to his feet, Bentley reached through the window and pulled off several leaves. He'd just see how good he was at fire charms... Hehehehe He set the small pile of leaves down and sat a little bit off from it...."ahem..."incendo!"......nothing..."right...I'm pretty sure that doesn't even sound right...maaaybe I need to say it louder..." NO. WAY. A treehouse? Hogwarts had its own TREEHOUSE?! Forget about exploring the castle and trying to find nook and crannies for him to hide in if the time called for it, he was going to explore that treehouse all the way over THERE. The first year zoomed in that direction as fast as his ~~tiny~~ legs could carry him. His eyes were wide and focused on one thing and one thing ONLY; which meant that he was bumping past people as he went but that didn't matter, right? Of course not. Phillip came to a stop right near the bottom of the treehouse, where a rope ladder came down to greet him. He climbed up it enthusiastically and stood on the landing, a triumphant look on his face. He was HERE. And if he had it his way, he wasn't going to end up moving until he started feeling peck-- "CAR!" Yep, the kid was going to get his company, alright. Phillip didn't happen to hear whatever it was Bentley was saying simply because he was too busy making small 'vroom-vroom' sounds as he headed up to the boy. "Whatcha up to?" he asked, plopping down next to the boy and looking between the Gryffindor and......... a pile of leaves. Normal, Car, normal. __________________