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Old 09-19-2015, 01:45 AM   #186 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Malachi Wild
Slytherin
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Teagan Kensington
Slytherin
Third Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arienne Morgenstern
Hufflepuff
Sixth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Simone Wild
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Noa LeCourt
Gryffindor
Second Year
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Originally Posted by Sararara View Post
Norah followed Brooklyn's gaze down to her prefect's badge, and smile widened. Heheheeh. She had one of those now, uh huh. The fact that she probably deserved it less than anybody in the whole world didn't change the fact that she had one AND that it was shiny. She'd made sure of the shiny part too. Shininess was very important, y'know.

"Awesome!" Why wasn't Brooklyn EXCITED? Activity time was the best time AND Professor Moxley was the best one so obviously there was going to be lots of good things. The Slytherin didn't seem to be making any attempt to retrieve shirts herself, so Norah spun on her heel to go pick out two purple shirts. "Catch!" she called, as she balled up one of the shirts and threw it in Brooklyn's direction. "I hope purple's okay. I can switch them out if you want." See that? That was maturity. Oh yeah.
Someone was way too happy that their badge had been noticed. Brooklyn honestly didn’t see why it was such a big deal. It just meant having more responsibility, really. It wasn’t like it changed her opinion about anyone. At best she just knew it was possible to work with Norah, from experience. A shiny badge didn’t change that one way or another. Nor did enthusiasm. It wasn’t like she was looking forward to bowling, and she remembered activities like the mail one. Being wrapped in bubble wrap and transported…it was just odd. She’d liked Professor Glendower, and activities like when she’d gotten to pretend she was Cliodhna. Even though she’d only argued about how fairy tales weren’t real during that lesson.

But Professor Glendower wasn’t there anymore. They had a ghost teaching History now, and Professor Moxley was still there. With her crazy activities. She’d looked up at the warning, though, catching the purple shirt before it hit the ground. A shrug had soon followed, before she slipped the shirt on and listened as the activity was explained. Purple was fine. She could deal with purple. Purple was royal after all. “So who wants to go in the ball first?”, she asked after a moment. Another lesson where they couldn’t just use normal Muggle things. Sigh.
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