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Zoe · 01-17-2016, 09:07 AM

Text Cut: Queen B

As he stood next to the bench, staring down at Brooklyn, the boy couldn't help but wonder what the ginger's purpose was in speaking to him. Did she find some sick joy in spewing negative commentary at people? Or was she just in desperate need for attention? If anyone were to ask Frankie about the matter, he was betting his galleons on the former. Brooklyn, from what little he knew about her, wasn't one to demand attention. She simply acted as if she were queen of the land, free to say whatever she fancied.

But the prefect was never one to let her get away with that without putting up a fight. He neither expected to win nor lose these battles with her. After all, they had been going at it since they were first years. And here they were, standing in the middle of the grounds, having another one of these encounters that really didn't help them improve anything between them.

"Yeah. Though I suggest sharing your opinions to someone who actually cares," he snapped back at her, shrugging his shoulders. Surely she knew that most of the things she said that were directed at him went in one ear and out the other. There were more important matters to attend to, such as the Slytherin's priceless reaction to the bear hug suggestion.

Her stepping back, the death glare, and the comment that was made caused the blond to pretended that she had hurt him on a deep emotional level. However, internally, he was smirking from ear to ear. "Aww. Come on, Brookie. I can't be that bad. The hag's gotta be much worse." And, doing the complete opposite of what she said, Frankie, in true Gryffindor fashion, dared to take another step toward her ... and another ... and another, arms ready to close themselves around someone who clearly was in need of a biiiiiiiiiig hug.

01-17-2016, 09:07 AM	#57 (permalink)
Zoe Forum Manager Honeydukes Mod Occamy Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Oz Posts: 63,355 Hogwarts RPG Name: Beauden Wild Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Gillyweed Beery Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ousmane Diomandé Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rajan Patil Ravenclaw First Year Ministry Department Head: Franklin Paton Law Enforcement Ministry Department Head: Almer Toots Transportation x8 x8	Bathes in Maple Syrup \| Dancing Lobster \| Mrs. Charlie Weasley \| Seneca's Beard \| That's So Fetch Text Cut: Queen B Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger 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. As he stood next to the bench, staring down at Brooklyn, the boy couldn't help but wonder what the ginger's purpose was in speaking to him. Did she find some sick joy in spewing negative commentary at people? Or was she just in desperate need for attention? If anyone were to ask Frankie about the matter, he was betting his galleons on the former. Brooklyn, from what little he knew about her, wasn't one to demand attention. She simply acted as if she were queen of the land, free to say whatever she fancied. But the prefect was never one to let her get away with that without putting up a fight. He neither expected to win nor lose these battles with her. After all, they had been going at it since they were first years. And here they were, standing in the middle of the grounds, having another one of these encounters that really didn't help them improve anything between them. "Yeah. Though I suggest sharing your opinions to someone who actually cares," he snapped back at her, shrugging his shoulders. Surely she knew that most of the things she said that were directed at him went in one ear and out the other. There were more important matters to attend to, such as the Slytherin's priceless reaction to the bear hug suggestion. Her stepping back, the death glare, and the comment that was made caused the blond to pretended that she had hurt him on a deep emotional level. However, internally, he was smirking from ear to ear. "Aww. Come on, Brookie. I can't be that bad. The hag's gotta be much worse." And, doing the complete opposite of what she said, Frankie, in true Gryffindor fashion, dared to take another step toward her ... and another ... and another, arms ready to close themselves around someone who clearly was in need of a biiiiiiiiiig hug. __________________