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Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
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Ravenclaw
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Ronnie Thurkell
Gryffindor Seventh Year
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|  lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
SPOILER!!: PREOWLS Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners  ”You’re THE group completer, Miss Charlotte Kettleburn.”
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”I don’t think that..well, I don’t think we should shrink you, Miss Charlotte. Something could go wrong.”
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”How CAN we do it, Professor? Is there a special spell to instill our image on there for a little bit?”
”Let’s do this!” She WAS THE group completer. Char decided right then and there that was a GOOD thing to be. The best thing probably. If she was THE one then that meant she was the best one and more better than anyone else, so she was all for it.
"Oh." She said, considering seriously. Okay. Char nodded her agreement. Something COULD go wrong with the shrinking. So probably catching a fairy WOULD be smarter. Safer. Her mum and dad always went on about thinking things through and doing the smart things, so she could tell them that she nearly got shrunk (even if she didn't technically nearly anything), and instead had decided on a fairy. They would be pleased.
But all the focus on Professor York now. Expectant focus. There had to be SOME cool things she could have them do!
In the meantime though, they HAD to get started, so Char picked up a big length of tinsel and looped it around her neck like a showgirl putting on a feather boa.
Yup, distracted already. SPOILER!!: Rooney gets an owl! Quote:
Originally Posted by Barnacle the Barn Owl Back with four letters to deliver Barney shook his head to adjust the little satchel he had around his neck.
Perched on a branch high up in a christmas tree Barney was at his best unruffling his feathers from snow when he spotted his next recipient, ducking under a tree and out of sight. He had thought he was out of luck when the boy reappeared. Hasting Barney jumped up from the tree and up in the air, before he swooped downwards. Landing rocking from side to side in front of the boy he thrust the satchel out with the letter titled 'Rooney'. Could he take it and give him a treat? A bread cumb would be nice... Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners Wh..oh, no.
Rooney watched carefully as an owl landed before him and nudged forward a letter addressed to him. This was probably the worst moment of his life. Roo had seen the owls dropping letters off for a little while and he’d already been dreading the delivery of any Secret Santa letters over these parts, so now this was happening at the moment he did not need it to. AT least it was his being dropped off and no one elses. In a little pouch on his notebook, was something for the owl as he’d been expecting to have to thank it nicely. An owl treat went in the direction of the bird, and Rooney took his letter closer to him and opened it quietly to himself.
No one needed to r—smart? Good at spells? Smile? Nice face? Nice eyes? Nice smile? --- Uh.
SAD if he got a girlfriend? (Or a boyfriend?)
Roo blinked as he read over his letter, fighting the blush creeping into his cheeks and trying to pretend that this was just a letter that said he gave good conversation and tried hard in classes. Those kind of nice stuff. Not that he had a nice face and someone would be sad if he got someone who wanted to hold hands with him for three minutes a day.
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Snails?
Roo had wrote about snails in the letter that he’d wrote himself for someone else, and he actually watched that letter get delivered right then. His letter was stuffed into the back of his ‘Santas Little Helper’ pyjamas and he scratched his head a little.
Had he been the Secret Santa for his Secret Santa…? Charlotte DID have her attention brought back to Rooney again a moment or so later though but only because there was a barn owl RIGHT THERE, and it was delivering a letter and IT WAS ONLY AT THAT MOMENT THAT CHAR REALISED THAT IT WAS THAT LETTER. THE SECRET SANTA AND she was right here AND-- she wrapped the ends of her tinsel boa around the lower half of her face, round and round until it covered her mouth and nose. It felt safer that way. And easier to feign complete nonchalance and not WATCH it being read.
She wasn't going to give AAAANYTHING away. SPOILER!!: CHAR'S OWL Quote:
Originally Posted by Barnacle the Barn Owl Flying over to the next tree Barney just chose a tree branch and sat and goggled down at his next recipient. Hopefully she was not one of those that were scared owls Barney had time to think before he lost his grip on the branch and fell forward. Landing in a heap of wings and feathers at the girl's feet Barney nudged the letter that had fallen out titled 'Charlotte' towards the girl with his beak. SPOILER!!: Secret Santa Letter
Dearest Miss,
Intriguing as it may be, I am entirely fascinated by you. Your determination, dedication and dictation of Ravenclaw adoration is inspiring. Not many people can exude admirable eagerness as much as you without taking an extremely large amount of pepper-up potion and eating chocolate for a living. I was pleasantly surprised to receive you as my Secret Santa recipient this year and look forward to seeing you smile when you read this.
My usual method of making notes on a person seemed too restrictive of the love and light this message was supposed to convey, so I sought help from my Mama. She said that the first thing to tell someone, especially a girl, is that her hair is lovely. Well, Miss, your hair is not lovely. Your hair is a blend of delightfully luscious, brilliantly smooth and daffodil in colour. Miss, you are a splendid credit to your reflection and no photographic documentation of you would give your palpable beauty credit.
You say that you have a boyfriend, but Miss, I think that’s wrong. Your boyfriend has a girlfriend, something that shan’t last for long. The pair of you raise snails, not a task needing longevity. If given the choice between he and I, I hope you would choose me. My wish this year on Christmas Day is to light your face with a smile. You have enough happiness to make that last a while. I’m very excited that you don’t know who I am, because that would make me blush. The embarrassment in correlation to this all, I would need a Royal Flush.
Miss, I think you’re wonderful and your main thing is making everyone smile. You’ve a heart of gold, and truth be told, the sorting hat should be put on trial. I know the hat says you aren’t a Ravenclaw, but you can be my cawing Eagle of secrecy every day of the week.
Merry Christmas!
Yours with positivity,
Your Secret Santa
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Miss, I apologise. My letter is unlike myself. I need you to appreciate that I don’t use rhyme or emotions when expressing my appreciation for people like you. Please accept my message of sorry and take only that I think of you as wonderful. Wonderful in nature, persona and inspiration. I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a delightful year to come. Yours, again, with utmost apologies for the above, Santa’s Little Helper.
There was a muffled noise or two from Char (from under the tinsel wrapped around her face) which was something like 'oh' and 'are you okay Mr. Owl' because she'd seen that spill and of course was concerned for the owl's well being. Even more so than for its reason for being there. She didn't have any treats though. Eep. She might have fussed more about it but then she saw the letter and it being nudged at her and HER NAME ON THE FRONT and--okay but still, she WAS worried about the owl.
TORN.
Owl? Or Letter?
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Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell she couldn't DISAPPOINT the owl by not accepting what it had worked SO HARD to deliver.
Char gleefully snatched up her letter and opened it.
And read it.
And read it again.
And one more time.
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How did.... what.... but.... HER HAIR WAS DAFFODILS and SHE WAS A CREDIT TO HER REFLECTION (apparently?) and HER BEAUTY WAS PALPABLE (she would have to look that word up though actually, but it was probably good, if it was what it sounded like, which was pulp, and everyone knew that orange juice with pulp was the best kind of orange juice because you could properly taste and feel the texture and it wasn't just watery and stuff, so probably if something was palpable, it was the same, maybe?). The poem bits needed more time to absorb because she wasn't sure what her secret santa was implying about her SNAILS, but Char could do that later.
Obviously this was all because she was twelve now, and very very grown up and the sort of grown up girl who got nice letters wrote about them. It was the first one ever but Char decided all of a sudden that she would get more. Lots. Even if she had to cheat and write them to herself.
She WAS smiling, under the wrap of tinsel, but also her face felt HOT. But that was probably the tinsel, probably.
EEP.
WHAT WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? AND WHO WROTE IT?
She had noooo ideaaaaaaaaaaa!
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