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hermionesclone · 05-13-2016, 08:00 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Callie

A seven year old Hadley Holland Denaker threw open the door and frowned.

This wasn't a closet.

There had to be a closet somewhere in this castle. One with decent clothes that were also her size!!! There had to be! What...was this place? It looked like a...a medieval high school gym or something? Maybe this was were high school basketball was invented!

There were no nets though, so there went that idea. Still, it was much too interesting NOT to explore. And a lot more interesting than a boring high school gym. Yessireebob!

The tiny 3'9" girl shifted one of the dolls into her left hand with the other one, clutching them close to her protectively. With her right hand she fished the pretty black, gold and silver stick (Kira, the wand) out of her pocket and brandished it like a club. Just in case. I mean, the girl wasn't wearing shoes, as the ones the Cult of Bad Fashion put her in were too big for her. So it was even more important to protect herself. It was a weak and lame excuse but it was what she was sticking with!

Heh, sticking. Stick.

Tough crowd.

After a morning of teaching, jogging and marking, the birthday ~~boy~~ man had decided to stretch his legs by doing his usual rounds and maybe taking a look into any duels going on in the Dueling Area. Nothing made him happier than seeing a good duel take place and seeing students dueling in their spare time. So, after the office area, that was his top spot to go to. It would certainly ease his min-

...........................

Uh. Say what?

Hirsch stopped and stared at the sight in front of him. A kid. Somehow in this wondrous castle full of mysteries and who knows what else, a kid had managed to sneak in. A kid. The man had to rub his eyes just to make sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing and this wasn't some sort of prank placed on him. But no, she was there as bright as day and brandishing a wand as if it was nothing.

Again, what? She wasn't......... one of his, was she? One he didn't know about?

..................

No. No of course not. Don't be silly, Hirsch.

But that didn't stop the Defence Professor from approaching her cautiously and kneeling down in front of her, noting how familiar she looked. "Hey, stop stop stop! No need to wave it like that, you might poke someone's eye out." Meaning, his. And he liked how his eyes looked just fine. They were doing a good job of picking up her all-too-familiar traits but he trudged on, "Hey, kid, are you lost? Where are your pare-"

And then it clicked.

Cue a long, dramatic pause and a lot of blinking.

"HADDIE?!"

Yet again, WHAT?!

05-13-2016, 08:00 PM	#4 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Callie A seven year old Hadley Holland Denaker threw open the door and frowned. This wasn't a closet. There had to be a closet somewhere in this castle. One with decent clothes that were also her size!!! There had to be! What...was this place? It looked like a...a medieval high school gym or something? Maybe this was were high school basketball was invented! There were no nets though, so there went that idea. Still, it was much too interesting NOT to explore. And a lot more interesting than a boring high school gym. Yessireebob! The tiny 3'9" girl shifted one of the dolls into her left hand with the other one, clutching them close to her protectively. With her right hand she fished the pretty black, gold and silver stick (Kira, the wand) out of her pocket and brandished it like a club. Just in case. I mean, the girl wasn't wearing shoes, as the ones the Cult of Bad Fashion put her in were too big for her. So it was even more important to protect herself. It was a weak and lame excuse but it was what she was sticking with! Heh, sticking. Stick. Tough crowd. After a morning of teaching, jogging and marking, the birthday ~~boy~~ man had decided to stretch his legs by doing his usual rounds and maybe taking a look into any duels going on in the Dueling Area. Nothing made him happier than seeing a good duel take place and seeing students dueling in their spare time. So, after the office area, that was his top spot to go to. It would certainly ease his min- ........................... Uh. Say what? Hirsch stopped and stared at the sight in front of him. A kid. Somehow in this wondrous castle full of mysteries and who knows what else, a kid had managed to sneak in. A kid. The man had to rub his eyes just to make sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing and this wasn't some sort of prank placed on him. But no, she was there as bright as day and brandishing a wand as if it was nothing. Again, what? She wasn't......... one of his, was she? One he didn't know about? .................. No. No of course not. Don't be silly, Hirsch. But that didn't stop the Defence Professor from approaching her cautiously and kneeling down in front of her, noting how familiar she looked. "Hey, stop stop stop! No need to wave it like that, you might poke someone's eye out." Meaning, his. And he liked how his eyes looked just fine. They were doing a good job of picking up her all-too-familiar traits but he trudged on, "Hey, kid, are you lost? Where are your pare-" And then it clicked. Cue a long, dramatic pause and a lot of blinking. "HADDIE?!" Yet again, WHAT?! __________________