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Shanners · 10-18-2015, 09:55 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

Phillip, who was still pretty much new, was hanging onto every word the boy had to say. It was different for everyone? But but........ "But what happened to you?!" He didn't care about how different it was. He wanted to know what sort of things he was going to be in for. See, he wasn't climbing into something without knowing what he was in for.

And there. Without Rooney knowing -- possibly -- the Ravenclaw boy had just taken away more of a chance of him backing away from the thing. IF he had said that it was a rule to climb into the suit, Phillip would have backed away immediately but since he said it was a rite of passage..........

Uh.

Surprisingly? SURPRISINGLY?! "What do you mean, surprisingly?! I'm all Slytherin." And he was proud of it, too. It was his mum's house, hello?!

Phillip bit his lip at the following words that the older boy had to say. Meetings sounded boring but he valued his life more than being dumped to the ground. "Okay, but you're going to have to help me up because I can't get in on my own." Height problems, you know? He had plenty of them.

To him? Rooney shrugged, lifted the leg of his trousers to reveal a scar he'd had since he fell off stage a few years ago. "Cut my leg pretty bad on something in there." He let the fabric fall over the scar, planning to reapply the cream that Aunt Elodie had gotten for him that cleared up blemishes. It was apparently for when his face did a thing and he got spots, but he had found that it worked amazing on his scars. The five major ones he had and then the few little ones. Nothing from awful stuff, just Brinlee's horse, stage falls and a scratching younger brother.

And stunt class, but no one was allowed to know about the cut he had there. Liability. That's what they had said.

The Ravenclaw laughed, shrugging again and looking the first year up and down. He was really going to town with this charade, but he couldn't give up now. It was good to have a little fun and use his skills without the pressure of an audience exceeding his view. "If you were a Slytherin, you'd have already had yourself inside of there, or found someone else to check it out first." He moved though, offering his hands in a cup for a foot lift.

"C'mon."

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone Phillip, who was still pretty much new, was hanging onto every word the boy had to say. It was different for everyone? But but........ *"But what happened to you?!"* He didn't care about how different it was. He wanted to know what sort of things he was going to be in for. See, he wasn't climbing into something without knowing what he was in for. And there. Without Rooney knowing -- possibly -- the Ravenclaw boy had just taken away more of a chance of him backing away from the thing. IF he had said that it was a rule to climb into the suit, Phillip would have backed away immediately but since he said it was a rite of passage.......... Uh. Surprisingly? SURPRISINGLY?! *"What do you mean, surprisingly?!* I'm all Slytherin." And he was proud of it, too. It was his mum's house, hello?! Phillip bit his lip at the following words that the older boy had to say. Meetings sounded boring but he valued his life more than being dumped to the ground. "Okay, but you're going to have to help me up because I can't get in on my own." Height problems, you know? He had plenty of them. To him? Rooney shrugged, lifted the leg of his trousers to reveal a scar he'd had since he fell off stage a few years ago. "Cut my leg pretty bad on something in there." He let the fabric fall over the scar, planning to reapply the cream that Aunt Elodie had gotten for him that cleared up blemishes. It was apparently for when his face did a thing and he got spots, but he had found that it worked amazing on his scars. The five major ones he had and then the few little ones. Nothing from awful stuff, just Brinlee's horse, stage falls and a scratching younger brother. And stunt class, but no one was allowed to know about the cut he had there. Liability. That's what they had said. The Ravenclaw laughed, shrugging again and looking the first year up and down. He was really going to town with this charade, but he couldn't give up now. It was good to have a little fun and use his skills without the pressure of an audience exceeding his view. "If you were a Slytherin, you'd have already had yourself inside of there, or found someone else to check it out first." He moved though, offering his hands in a cup for a foot lift. "C'mon."** __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________