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DaniDiNardo · 09-26-2015, 06:16 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Hey look, it was the Loud Boy, the One from the Boats. He was a Gryffindor like Char. Davie gave his fellow first year a 'sup' nod of approval as he sat down and started talking. Then again, when DIDN'T Blaise talk? He probably even talked in his sleep.

"Oh yeah?" He responded lazily to the other boy, turning a page in his notes and only half-listening to all his chatter. "Blue is my favorite color. Does it write in blue too?" Might be worth trading in this green one for the blue, then. Davie hadn't known his free quill was a Quick Quotes Quill... but how cool now that it was!

He tickled his cheek thoughtfully with it and ripped another roll in half to drag it through his taters.

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He wasn't gonna answer the question on the choice of ink colour. No. He wasn't going to respond to blue being the kid's favourite colour. Also no. All his focus was on the quill his yearmate had rubbing against his cheek like it was nobody's business. Blaise squinted at what he was starting to realize was HIS quill. The bite marks near the top. The tiny smudge left there by his sister when she'd 'borrowed' it. The way the feather had a small section plucked by that one girl who'd made a grab at it back in Wizarding Prep.

But HOW did Davie get his quill??? He'd left it RIGHT AT HIS FEET by the Monkey Bar on the playground. He'd looked away for all of two seconds. Was HE the friend Mari was talking about? The impulse to wrestle him to the floor and TAKE his quill the way he would if he was his cousin became all too real but his impulse control was somewhat better than it was at 8. Thankfully. Deep breaths. The Gryffindor reached forward and plucked it from the boy's grasp. "Where'd you find this? WHERE is the notepad it was lying with." Merlin tell him that wasn't lost forever. He'd never get those memories back.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Hey look, it was the Loud Boy, the One from the Boats. He was a Gryffindor like Char. Davie gave his fellow first year a 'sup' nod of approval as he sat down and started talking. Then again, when DIDN'T Blaise talk? He probably even talked in his sleep. "Oh yeah?" He responded lazily to the other boy, turning a page in his notes and only half-listening to all his chatter. "Blue is my favorite color. Does it write in blue too?" Might be worth trading in this green one for the blue, then. Davie hadn't known his free quill was a Quick Quotes Quill... but how cool now that it was! He tickled his cheek thoughtfully with it and ripped another roll in half to drag it through his taters. ... ..... .......... He wasn't gonna answer the question on the choice of ink colour. No. He wasn't going to respond to blue being the kid's favourite colour. Also no. All his focus was on the quill his yearmate had rubbing against his cheek like it was nobody's business. Blaise squinted at what he was starting to realize was HIS quill. The bite marks near the top. The tiny smudge left there by his sister when she'd 'borrowed' it. The way the feather had a small section plucked by that one girl who'd made a grab at it back in Wizarding Prep. But HOW did Davie get his quill??? He'd left it RIGHT AT HIS FEET by the Monkey Bar on the playground. He'd looked away for all of two seconds. Was HE the friend Mari was talking about? The impulse to wrestle him to the floor and TAKE his quill the way he would if he was his cousin became all too real but his impulse control was somewhat better than it was at 8. Thankfully. Deep breaths. The Gryffindor reached forward and plucked it from the boy's grasp. "Where'd you find this? WHERE is the notepad it was lying with." Merlin tell him that wasn't lost forever. He'd never get those memories back. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.