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SilverTiger · 01-17-2016, 08:27 AM

Text Cut: Frankie

Brooklyn didn’t care if he had every reason to look the way he did currently. She knew Frankie had been running. She had seen him, although she’d chosen not to acknowledge that fact. Obviously he hadn’t seen her, so she didn’t see a reason to say anything. Just as she hadn’t seen a reason to apologize if her little reaction had been heard. It wasn’t as if she’d really been approaching him anyhow. Just a complete coincidence that she had ended up on this specific pathway back to the castle from the lake, a coincidence that he’d stopped there. Not to mention, there had been the moment of amusement when she’d sensed him tense up. As if she’d come just to hurt him, or who knew what. As if she was someone else, which thankfully she wasn’t. Nor did she want to know who he might have thought she was.

Obviously her voice, had he heard her little murmur, would have revealed her identity. All that was left was to find out if he would react, or if he’d just pretend she wasn’t there. A part of her honestly would have been disappointed if he’d ignored her, really. Some people were just amusing to argue with. Especially when there wasn’t any risk of her losing.

“Of course it is,” she replied, instinctively taking a step back as he had turned to face her. The eye roll had been seen and filed away for later ammunition, thank you very much. She was going to remember that. She sent him a glare as he’d started moving, too. “Don’t you dare even think about touching me when you’re all sweaty and gross.” It would be like if the hag tried to hug her, although if she had to be honest, he smelled marginally better. It could have been because they were outside though. The smell was masked by all the fresh air.

01-17-2016, 08:27 AM	#56 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Text Cut: Frankie Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe In that moment he took to steady himself over the bench, Frankie took the opportunity to breathe in the cool air through his nostrils and out through his mouth slowly, his heartbeat steadying with each breath. The blond then stood up and set his foot on the bench so stretch out his legs. Leg cramps were definitely not something he wanted to endure at this time in the morning, especially with Defence being his first class that day after breakfast. He had just switched legs when he heard someone approaching him. The crunching of the autumn leaves that had fallen gave whoever was sneaking up on him away. Immediately he turned his head, prepared to make a beeline for the castle if it was the hag that had come to knock him out and drag him to her tent. Fortunately, the old hag was nowhere in sight. Instead a much younger hag-to-be was standing there, which made him feel slightly relieved yet confused at her approaching him. The two were neither friends nor enemies, really. It would have made more sense to just carry on as if the other was not there. But was 'eww' all she really had to say? The boy was tempted to comment on how she should be saying nice things about him since he was a prefect and everything. However, he knew just as well as she did that he wasn't a very pretty sight right now. His hair was disheveled, he was covered in sweat, and he didn't exactly smell the best. Such were the downfalls of physical activity. "Thanks, Brooklyn. Your opinion is always appreciated," the blond said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. His lips then formed a tight grin as he opened his arms nice and wide as he took a step toward her. "Does someone want a bear hug?" Oh, she most certainly did. Brooklyn didn’t care if he had every reason to look the way he did currently. She knew Frankie had been running. She had seen him, although she’d chosen not to acknowledge that fact. Obviously he hadn’t seen her, so she didn’t see a reason to say anything. Just as she hadn’t seen a reason to apologize if her little reaction had been heard. It wasn’t as if she’d really been approaching him anyhow. Just a complete coincidence that she had ended up on this specific pathway back to the castle from the lake, a coincidence that he’d stopped there. Not to mention, there had been the moment of amusement when she’d sensed him tense up. As if she’d come just to hurt him, or who knew what. As if she was someone else, which thankfully she wasn’t. Nor did she want to know who he might have thought she was. Obviously her voice, had he heard her little murmur, would have revealed her identity. All that was left was to find out if he would react, or if he’d just pretend she wasn’t there. A part of her honestly would have been disappointed if he’d ignored her, really. Some people were just amusing to argue with. Especially when there wasn’t any risk of her losing. “Of course it is,” she replied, instinctively taking a step back as he had turned to face her. The eye roll had been seen and filed away for later ammunition, thank you very much. She was going to remember that. She sent him a glare as he’d started moving, too. “Don’t you dare even think about touching me when you’re all sweaty and gross.” It would be like if the hag tried to hug her, although if she had to be honest, he smelled marginally better. It could have been because they were outside though. The smell was masked by all the fresh air. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥