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Hey Ju · 09-09-2015, 10:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Stefan

Lost in his thoughts, Mordred was sat on one of the benches under a big tree, with a cup of hot muggle coffee in his hand. The dragonologist traced the rim of his cup with his finger, his eyes staring intently at the pond in front of him. He was feeling a bit...disappointed with himself. He thought he could go through and overcome his personal obstacles, but he just couldn't. He felt useless, and incredibly small.

Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped the dark liquid slowly, and cringed when it burned his tongue. "Merlin's bloody underpants..." he murmured to himself, and looked at his coffee cup with utter disgust. Even his coffee didn't taste good. It was bitter, much like how his life is slowly becoming.

Today had been one of those days that Sophie managed to not have any crazy thing done to her thanks to experimenting with Charms. Hooray! She was now done for the day and was about to head home. Mordred said he'd meet her just outside the Ministry, right?

...Right?

She was... pretty sure...?

...

What was the spell she had been experimenting with again? Uh... She couldn't remember.

Oh well, NO WORRIES. It was time to go home anyway and surely her husband would be waiting for them to go together because that was what they usually did. Right? ...She ~~hoped~~ supposed so.

As she walked towards the park - because that felt like it was the right way to go - she tried hard to remember what the spell she had been working on was. Some sort of... memory cha- MEMORY CHARMS, that was it, she REMEMBERED! And LOOK, Mordred was there as well, which meant she had been successful. HOORAY!

He looked like he was deep in thought - as usual - so she approached him quietly, refraining herself from jumping on him and giving him a tight hug because that was a public place and she was ~~trying her best to be~~ proper. She was a Mordaunt, after all.

Merlin, that was DIFFICULT. But she managed. She let out a soft chuckle when she heard him muttering. That language was very Mordred-like, wasn't it?

To make sure she wouldn't give him a heart attack, Sophie sat down next to him before speaking. "What happened to poor Merlin that he now has bloody underpants?"

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Hey Ju DMAC & DMLE Bicorn Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Octopus's Garden Posts: 16,727 Hogwarts RPG Name: Scarlett Mordaunt Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brenna Kavanaugh Slytherin Second Year x8 x4	I've always enjoyed how dramatic Mordy is xD Arts TRANSPONSTER! Quote: Originally Posted by Stefan Lost in his thoughts, Mordred was sat on one of the benches under a big tree, with a cup of hot muggle coffee in his hand. The dragonologist traced the rim of his cup with his finger, his eyes staring intently at the pond in front of him. He was feeling a bit...disappointed with himself. He thought he could go through and overcome his personal obstacles, but he just couldn't. He felt useless, and incredibly small. Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped the dark liquid slowly, and cringed when it burned his tongue. "Merlin's bloody underpants..." he murmured to himself, and looked at his coffee cup with utter disgust. Even his coffee didn't taste good. It was bitter, much like how his life is slowly becoming. Today had been one of those days that Sophie managed to not have any crazy thing done to her thanks to experimenting with Charms. Hooray! She was now done for the day and was about to head home. Mordred said he'd meet her just outside the Ministry, right? ...Right? She was... pretty sure...? ... What was the spell she had been experimenting with again? Uh... She couldn't remember. Oh well, NO WORRIES. It was time to go home anyway and surely her husband would be waiting for them to go together because that was what they usually did. Right? ...She ~~hoped~~ supposed so. As she walked towards the park - because that felt like it was the right way to go - she tried hard to remember what the spell she had been working on was. Some sort of... memory cha- MEMORY CHARMS, that was it, she REMEMBERED! And LOOK, Mordred was there as well, which meant she had been successful. HOORAY! He looked like he was deep in thought - as usual - so she approached him quietly, refraining herself from jumping on him and giving him a tight hug because that was a public place and she was ~~trying her best to be~~ proper. She was a Mordaunt, after all. Merlin, that was DIFFICULT. But she managed. She let out a soft chuckle when she heard him muttering. That language was very Mordred-like, wasn't it? To make sure she wouldn't give him a heart attack, Sophie sat down next to him before speaking. "What happened to poor Merlin that he now has bloody underpants?" __________________ AT THE HOGWARTS YULE BALL, YOU'LL BE HANGING OUT WITH....__________________ Maybe you'll dance, scour the buffet, or end up ~~gossiping~~ talking amongst yourselves! You're happy to go with the flow and see where the Yule Ball takes you!