01-25-2016, 05:08 PM
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Erkling
Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: lost in the mountain
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Periwinkle Evie Paeng Slytherin Fifth Year | Bre Bear | Asherine | Whisper | Kemmy | Raeney | Madyra | Bumble Bee Quote:
Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin As Colt was sitting down by the fire, he didn't bother to say good morning to her. He would keep the goosebumps saying that. He still kept his distance from the hag though. She was kind of creepy. He wondered why the headmistress even hired her. She seems like she wants a death wish on all the students. I mean he wouldn't be surprised if there something gross in the pot. He was sitting with his other students but he gave props to the others sitting in the front of the class. He saw the hag holding up tarot cards? He squinted his eyes to get a better look.
Huh...what were they going to do about tarot cards today? He knew some of them. He knew the Death card, The Magician, The Empress. Yeah his mother used to tell him stories about this type of stuff. She was interested in the supernatural. What was this hag getting at asking about tarot cards? Were they going to read their futures? Probably was because she mentioned they were all doomed.
Maybe your the doomed one miss black. O_________________O
What was with this woman? He wasn't going to call her a hag even though she IS a hag but this first year was going to try and show her some respect. Brady didn't even know what was going on right now and then he heard yelling and something about a pot and fire.
The first year badger was ignoring almost every thing but not on purpose. He was zoning out, he didn't even know what this woman was doing teaching here. Why was she allowed to teach here in the first place. SHE WAS GOING TO COOK US?!
The Scottish boy looked over that at the older boy who he just noticed was sitting next to him. "She's going to cook us, isn't she?" Bradson whispered and asked the Slytherin boy.
__________________ maybe that plane wouldn't ever take off maybe that dust wouldn't fly off the drive maybe that tumbleweed and me wouldn't leave every other sunrise |
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