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Erindipity · 09-06-2015, 06:53 PM

SPOILER!!: Uncle Professor Dakest

Dora HAD BEEN excited and she was still, deep down, but she was also a lot sadder than she had expected. And well... she didn't want to bother Uncle Sabel too much. That wouldn't be fair to hog all of his time, would it?

Sitting on the tree house balcony, feet hanging over the side, she looked down on everyone and sighed. Her little feet kicked back and forth in the air WAAAYYYY up high. Glancing back over she was almost positive that was UNCLE Sabel down there... but it was too high up to be sure so she just peered over and squinted some more.

He could see her, right? Did he know she was there? She'd quietly observe for a bit before she threw a shoe down to be positive. She had helped injury the man (ACCIDENTALLY) enough over the years to know his yell at least. Hehe.

09-06-2015, 06:53 PM	#20 (permalink)
Erindipity DMT Mountain Troll Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 23,573 x8	SPOILER!!: Uncle Professor Dakest Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani It had been a few days since the feast already, and there had not been a single little knock at his door from a certain pair of tiny hands. That, had concerned him. At first, Sabel had tried to tell himself that Dora Umbridge was likely just enjoying the freedom, and having a blast with her housemates. He convinced himself that she didn't need someone hovering over her and checking in on her, so he had left it. Problem was, the longer he left it, the more irritated he felt. Probably because she had been so excited at the feast, come right up to him demanding a hug in front of all his colleagues. Little stinker that she was. But of course, she had got the hug she had wanted. How could he refuse? In his mind he convinced himself he would find some fun payback, but that thought held less merit the more and more the concern rose. Where was she exactly. So, without any more excuses to keep him sedentary, Sabel had made his way onto the grounds. If anyone asked, he was doing rounds. Which, technically he was. Who knew what ickle minds got up to in places such as ... treehouses. Stopping a few feet away from the base, Sabel considered the structure. Well, admired it was more true. It looked good. Better than it had in his day. Dora HAD BEEN excited and she was still, deep down, but she was also a lot sadder than she had expected. And well... she didn't want to bother Uncle Sabel too much. That wouldn't be fair to hog all of his time, would it? Sitting on the tree house balcony, feet hanging over the side, she looked down on everyone and sighed. Her little feet kicked back and forth in the air WAAAYYYY up high. Glancing back over she was almost positive that was UNCLE Sabel down there... but it was too high up to be sure so she just peered over and squinted some more. He could see her, right? Did he know she was there? She'd quietly observe for a bit before she threw a shoe down to be positive. She had helped injury the man (ACCIDENTALLY) enough over the years to know his yell at least. Hehe.