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Zoe · 01-24-2016, 04:58 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

It wasn’t as if she’d intended on insulting anyone when she’d headed back up to the castle. As far as Brooklyn was concerned, that was entirely Frankie’s fault. She only said what she thought, and for some reason he usually seemed to bring out the irritated side of her personality. The negative side. There were a few others who that could have been said about, but there were also just as many who saw the opposite side of her. The important part, as far as she was concerned, was respect. Respect gave her power, and she liked that. Although, some weird part of her also enjoyed sparring with people when it happened.

Once again, that usually was whenever she was around him. The unfortunate part was that it seemed like she couldn’t escape it this time, and she didn’t even have a lesson to blame. Just the fact it would have been much too obvious if she turned around and left, not to mention she hardly wanted him to think he’d won. She didn’t give up that easily.

“If you didn’t care, why does it seem to be bothering you so much?,” she asked, feigning a sweet tone that she knew he wouldn’t fall for. It was just for emphasis anyhow, and to point out a flaw in his logic. He obviously tried to pretend that what she said didn’t bother him, but he was the one who was getting all snappy right now. It made her wonder if he really knew what he felt, or at least when something got under his skin.

Conversely, she knew quite well that her warning hadn’t hurt him one bit. The very fact he had kept advancing proved that. “You do smell marginally better than she does,” she admitted, her tone hardly flattering. She refused to retreat, to show that he was getting to her. That might have actually counted as another point in his favor. She wouldn’t have had any problem whatsoever in retreating far away from the hag, even if she did give her weirdly complimentary predictions. The smell was just way too much for her to want to be around that.

It was official: Brooklyn Andrews lived to tell everyone exactly what she thought, even when her opinions were unwanted. But he was not to blame for her commenting on his current appearance or lack of good hygiene. It was true that he smelled and looked disheveled, there were no arguments there. But the blond didn't need commentary on that. He was just an innocent runner, taking a break from a day of hard physical activity before heading back to the castle. And then a certain someone just had to walk over and open her big mouth. She knew there were other paths to the castle, right?

It would have been better if she had turned around. Frankie would have much preferred that to having a banter about his hygiene and whether or not her comment bothered him. The comment certainly did not; however, the Slytherin's mere presence wasn't exactly welcomed.

The sweet tone she gave in response was quickly disregarded. The prefect knew she didn't mean to actually be sweet. Brooklyn was definitely not a sweet person. So he simply rolled his blue eyes and muttered, "Whatever." He didn't care. Her common hadn't bothered him. But why was she still standing there? Now that bothered him.

Hoping that she'd take the opportunity to run away, he continued to steadily take more and more steps toward her. They both knew he smelled, that Brooklyn didn't want to be hugged, that he wasn't going to let her win this little battle of theirs. Though why was she standing her ground? Frankie expected her skedaddle of the castle, maybe with a final remark said before she went. But the ginger was still there, and the boy did something he never thought he'd do in his entire life. He was now hugging Brooklyn Andrews, the smell of him rather pungent (though nothing compared to the hag).

And then he released her. "Eww." That hug was certainly worthy of that word, in addition to the fact that the girl had made contact his sweaty self. He hoped the odor rubbed off on her and lingered.

01-24-2016, 04:58 AM	#83 (permalink)
Zoe Forum Manager Honeydukes Mod Occamy Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Oz Posts: 63,288 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 It wasn’t as if she’d intended on insulting anyone when she’d headed back up to the castle. As far as Brooklyn was concerned, that was entirely Frankie’s fault. She only said what she thought, and for some reason he usually seemed to bring out the irritated side of her personality. The negative side. There were a few others who that could have been said about, but there were also just as many who saw the opposite side of her. The important part, as far as she was concerned, was respect. Respect gave her power, and she liked that. Although, some weird part of her also enjoyed sparring with people when it happened. Once again, that usually was whenever she was around him. The unfortunate part was that it seemed like she couldn’t escape it this time, and she didn’t even have a lesson to blame. Just the fact it would have been much too obvious if she turned around and left, not to mention she hardly wanted him to think he’d won. She didn’t give up that easily. “If you didn’t care, why does it seem to be bothering you so much?,” she asked, feigning a sweet tone that she knew he wouldn’t fall for. It was just for emphasis anyhow, and to point out a flaw in his logic. He obviously tried to pretend that what she said didn’t bother him, but he was the one who was getting all snappy right now. It made her wonder if he really knew what he felt, or at least when something got under his skin. Conversely, she knew quite well that her warning hadn’t hurt him one bit. The very fact he had kept advancing proved that. “You do smell marginally better than she does,” she admitted, her tone hardly flattering. She refused to retreat, to show that he was getting to her. That might have actually counted as another point in his favor. She wouldn’t have had any problem whatsoever in retreating far away from the hag, even if she did give her weirdly complimentary predictions. The smell was just way too much for her to want to be around that. It was official: Brooklyn Andrews lived to tell everyone exactly what she thought, even when her opinions were unwanted. But he was not to blame for her commenting on his current appearance or lack of good hygiene. It was true that he smelled and looked disheveled, there were no arguments there. But the blond didn't need commentary on that. He was just an innocent runner, taking a break from a day of hard physical activity before heading back to the castle. And then a certain someone just had to walk over and open her big mouth. She knew there were other paths to the castle, right? It would have been better if she had turned around. Frankie would have much preferred that to having a banter about his hygiene and whether or not her comment bothered him. The comment certainly did not; however, the Slytherin's mere presence wasn't exactly welcomed. The sweet tone she gave in response was quickly disregarded. The prefect knew she didn't mean to actually be sweet. Brooklyn was definitely not a sweet person. So he simply rolled his blue eyes and muttered, "Whatever." He didn't care. Her common hadn't bothered him. But why was she still standing there? Now that bothered him. Hoping that she'd take the opportunity to run away, he continued to steadily take more and more steps toward her. They both knew he smelled, that Brooklyn didn't want to be hugged, that he wasn't going to let her win this little battle of theirs. Though why was she standing her ground? Frankie expected her skedaddle of the castle, maybe with a final remark said before she went. But the ginger was still there, and the boy did something he never thought he'd do in his entire life. He was now hugging Brooklyn Andrews, the smell of him rather pungent (though nothing compared to the hag). And then he released her. "Eww." That hug was certainly worthy of that word, in addition to the fact that the girl had made contact his sweaty self. He hoped the odor rubbed off on her and lingered. __________________