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SilverTiger · 01-27-2016, 08:34 AM

Text Cut: Frankie Lannister :P

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Originally Posted by Zoe

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.

Of course there were other paths back up to the castle from the lake, yet it wasn’t Brooklyn’s fault he’d decided to take the same one. She had her reasons, after all. Namely, this was about as far away from the hag’s tent as possible, which would have normally meant it smelled a lot better. When there weren’t sweaty Gryffindors choosing to pause right then and there and just being all irritating and disheveled. She’d been doing him a service, letting him know exactly how disgusting he was before he inflicted it on the rest of the castle. He was the one who was choosing to misinterpret her. He was the one who was wrong.

She wasn’t backing down, either. One thing Brooklyn Andrews wasn’t was afraid. She certainly wasn’t afraid of him. That meant showing him she wasn’t. He could try his worst, but she wasn’t going to falter. It didn’t hurt that she’d sensed a moment of confusion in him, and irritation that she hadn’t just turned and left. She had just as much right to be on that pathway as he had.

She hadn’t exactly expected him to fall for her feigned concern, either. The eye roll had been entirely unnecessary, though. Very non-prefect-like, really, and she prepared to tell him just that as she heard his muttered comment. Nobody treated her like that and got away with it. Especially when the one concession in his favor seemed to be completely ignored. That was just rude.

She still hadn’t moved, though. Even as he’d actually taken the final step and wrapped his arms around her in possibly the most awkward and unwanted hug ever. It was worse than she imagined a hug from an unliked relative might have been, or so she imagined. She still wasn’t about to move, aside from wrinkling her nose at the smell, now that it was infinitely closer to her. In fact, it was practically right under her nose. But her earlier concession still was true. He smelled better than the hag did, but still disgusting.

She gave him a slightly incredulous look as he’d spoken again, once he’d backed away. Incredulous yet still a glare. “I could say the exact same thing,” she commented, “Except I’d rather not repeat myself.” Yes, that was right. She’d already beaten him to his little comment, and now he could deal with that. “You might want to clean yourself up before anyone else has to deal with the smell.”

01-27-2016, 08:34 AM	#88 (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 Lannister :P Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe 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. Of course there were other paths back up to the castle from the lake, yet it wasn’t Brooklyn’s fault he’d decided to take the same one. She had her reasons, after all. Namely, this was about as far away from the hag’s tent as possible, which would have normally meant it smelled a lot better. When there weren’t sweaty Gryffindors choosing to pause right then and there and just being all irritating and disheveled. She’d been doing him a service, letting him know exactly how disgusting he was before he inflicted it on the rest of the castle. He was the one who was choosing to misinterpret her. He was the one who was wrong. She wasn’t backing down, either. One thing Brooklyn Andrews wasn’t was afraid. She certainly wasn’t afraid of him. That meant showing him she wasn’t. He could try his worst, but she wasn’t going to falter. It didn’t hurt that she’d sensed a moment of confusion in him, and irritation that she hadn’t just turned and left. She had just as much right to be on that pathway as he had. She hadn’t exactly expected him to fall for her feigned concern, either. The eye roll had been entirely unnecessary, though. Very non-prefect-like, really, and she prepared to tell him just that as she heard his muttered comment. Nobody treated her like that and got away with it. Especially when the one concession in his favor seemed to be completely ignored. That was just rude. She still hadn’t moved, though. Even as he’d actually taken the final step and wrapped his arms around her in possibly the most awkward and unwanted hug ever. It was worse than she imagined a hug from an unliked relative might have been, or so she imagined. She still wasn’t about to move, aside from wrinkling her nose at the smell, now that it was infinitely closer to her. In fact, it was practically right under her nose. But her earlier concession still was true. He smelled better than the hag did, but still disgusting. She gave him a slightly incredulous look as he’d spoken again, once he’d backed away. Incredulous yet still a glare. “I could say the exact same thing,” she commented, “Except I’d rather not repeat myself.” Yes, that was right. She’d already beaten him to his little comment, and now he could deal with that. “You might want to clean yourself up before anyone else has to deal with the smell.” __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥