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griffin · 09-07-2015, 06:07 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

He smelled something. The undeniable scent of BAKED GOODS to be precise. There were a few students who knew about this weakness, or so he liked to believe that the number was small, so he was able to deduce who was waiting for him on the other side of the door before even opening it.

The aroma and the sound of rocks echoing throughout the corridor as they went thumping along.

Opening the door with a grin to rival that of the one belonging to the Cheshire Cat, he looked at the Ravenclaw and resisted the usual eager wiggly fingers that accompanied the presence of baked goods. "Hello there, Miss Wright."

Hellooooooooooooooooo.

Penelope waited for Professor Flamsteed to open the door. He always showed up for cookies. Here he was. Yep, definitely not afraid of spontaneously catching on fire or anything of the sort. Fifth years didn't lose control of their wands like that. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed. I baked cookies for you!" No finger wiggling this time. Were there any other students that brought baked goods to the professor? Isa probably would when she came to Hogwarts. Penelope's younger sister had recently become obsessed with baking muffins. "How are Pebbles and Boulder?" Maybe they should have some sort of pet rock socialization group. A lot of students had adopted pet rocks last year at the pet rock adoption fair. Did pet rocks need to be socialized the way that puppies did? Probably not, but it could still be fun to have a pet rock club or something.

09-07-2015, 06:07 AM	#5 (permalink)
griffin DMAC & DERP Snidget Join Date: Mar 2014 Posts: 2,710 Hogwarts RPG Name: Devin James Horton Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Deanna Joyce Horton Gryffindor Second Year x1	Teapot Occamy\| gryphons&giraffes&goats,OH MY \| chaser of the truth \| flutiful❧ Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie He smelled something. The undeniable scent of BAKED GOODS to be precise. There were a few students who knew about this weakness, or so he liked to believe that the number was small, so he was able to deduce who was waiting for him on the other side of the door before even opening it. The aroma and the sound of rocks echoing throughout the corridor as they went thumping along. Opening the door with a grin to rival that of the one belonging to the Cheshire Cat, he looked at the Ravenclaw and resisted the usual eager wiggly fingers that accompanied the presence of baked goods. "Hello there, Miss Wright." Hellooooooooooooooooo. Penelope waited for Professor Flamsteed to open the door. He always showed up for cookies. Here he was. Yep, definitely not afraid of spontaneously catching on fire or anything of the sort. Fifth years didn't lose control of their wands like that. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed. I baked cookies for you!" No finger wiggling this time. Were there any other students that brought baked goods to the professor? Isa probably would when she came to Hogwarts. Penelope's younger sister had recently become obsessed with baking muffins. "How are Pebbles and Boulder?" Maybe they should have some sort of pet rock socialization group. A lot of students had adopted pet rocks last year at the pet rock adoption fair. Did pet rocks need to be socialized the way that puppies did? Probably not, but it could still be fun to have a pet rock club or something. __________________