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DaniDiNardo · 09-25-2015, 02:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Dot's feet hurt, but she was still skipping down the hall like they felt fine. Her feet were always going to hurt, probably, since they were what made a dancer, right? So she better figure out how to live her life with slightly painful feet or else she'd just be a complainy complainerson.

Anyway. There happened to be a morose ickle right THERE in the corridor, bouncing his ball and looking dejected, and Dot wondered if her badge was charmed to make her want to HUG morose looking ickles. Because she wanted to hug his little sad face off right NOW.

"Give it here, then, and we'll play catch. It'll be fun." Probably not, actually, since catch was one of those activities that required additional hand eye coordination. Luckily, Dot intended to banish the ball, rather than catch it. That... that would be fun. Good bye, ball.

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Blaise looked to the end of the corridor he'd heard the voice coming from, already trying to place it but it wasn't until he caught sight of the Slytherin Prefect that he knew. She was the one who's sash he stole and gave back in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Brown eyes fell to the ball in his hands before resting on her again. She wanted to play catch? With him? Really? Before he knew it, there was the widest of dimpled smiles spread across his face. "Okay! Sure!" He was probably meant to think it was a baby game now that he was all fancy and grown and at Hogwarts but if there was one thing he'd learned since coming here it was that he preferred the things he used to do in Wizarding Prep.

"Heads up!" He threw the ball with everything he had in him, hoping his quick quotes quill was now taking notes. He, Blaise Bellaire, was playing a game of catch with a PREFECT!

09-25-2015, 02:30 AM	#4 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Post 2 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin Dot's feet hurt, but she was still skipping down the hall like they felt fine. Her feet were always going to hurt, probably, since they were what made a dancer, right? So she better figure out how to live her life with slightly painful feet or else she'd just be a complainy complainerson. Anyway. There happened to be a morose ickle right THERE in the corridor, bouncing his ball and looking dejected, and Dot wondered if her badge was charmed to make her want to HUG morose looking ickles. Because she wanted to hug his little sad face off right NOW. "Give it here, then, and we'll play catch. It'll be fun." Probably not, actually, since catch was one of those activities that required additional hand eye coordination. Luckily, Dot intended to banish the ball, rather than catch it. That... that would be fun. Good bye, ball. ??? Blaise looked to the end of the corridor he'd heard the voice coming from, already trying to place it but it wasn't until he caught sight of the Slytherin Prefect that he knew. She was the one who's sash he stole and gave back in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Brown eyes fell to the ball in his hands before resting on her again. She wanted to play catch? With him? Really? Before he knew it, there was the widest of dimpled smiles spread across his face. "Okay! Sure!" He was probably meant to think it was a baby game now that he was all fancy and grown and at Hogwarts but if there was one thing he'd learned since coming here it was that he preferred the things he used to do in Wizarding Prep. "Heads up!" He threw the ball with everything he had in him, hoping his quick quotes quill was now taking notes. He, Blaise Bellaire, was playing a game of catch with a PREFECT! __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.