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SilverTiger · 06-25-2016, 01:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

"Yeah," he agreed. Fully agreed. "But here's the thing, not all are 'angelic'," he added simply because it popped into his head. Something about this redhead told him she wasn't one of those submissive pretty little angels. Like, she wouldn't take crud from ANYONE.

Was it possible that THAT discovery just now made him think she was ten times prettier? Yes, yes it did.

Wait? Condiments?

Cornelius tilted his head. "Condiments--ohhh! You mean Mustard? Mustard is my bearded dragon and I can't find him. Have you by any chance seen a yellow bearded dragon? He's about a foot in length with a swishy tail."

Dang. He almost forgot about Mustard. The dragon would understand.

A smirk nearly crossed Brooklyn’s face as the younger boy had made his little comment about how not all angels were angelic. “That is also true,” she said. Perfection had its limits after all, and she was almost a hundred percent certain that nobody was about to think that she was a perfect little angel. Honestly, she still felt like this boy was the first person ever to say that she was, minus the perfect part. Yet it also didn’t tell her exactly what he thought of her, although she only partially cared to find out. There was every likelihood things would just get complicated if she did, and she didn’t need complications. Plus, she didn’t really need younger kids following her around, even if someone worshiping her was still a rather interesting idea.

For now, she was more interested to find out the reason for the incident in the first place. He was a Slytherin, so obviously he had to know that he wouldn’t find any mustard randomly down in the common room, especially not by crawling around on the floor. Condiments’ place was in the kitchens, or maybe the Great Hall. She had shrugged once the mystery had been revealed. “No, I can’t say I’ve seen any yellow bearded dragons. Did you check to make sure the Hufflepuffs didn’t mistake him for a mascot?” What with the whole yellow thing and all.

06-25-2016, 01:01 AM	#44 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,208 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 Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz "Yeah," he agreed. Fully agreed. "But here's the thing, not all are 'angelic'," he added simply because it popped into his head. Something about this redhead told him she wasn't one of those submissive pretty little angels. Like, she wouldn't take crud from ANYONE. Was it possible that THAT discovery just now made him think she was ten times prettier? Yes, yes it did. Wait? Condiments? Cornelius tilted his head. "Condiments--ohhh! You mean Mustard? Mustard is my bearded dragon and I can't find him. Have you by any chance seen a yellow bearded dragon? He's about a foot in length with a swishy tail." Dang. He almost forgot about Mustard. The dragon would understand. A smirk nearly crossed Brooklyn’s face as the younger boy had made his little comment about how not all angels were angelic. “That is also true,” she said. Perfection had its limits after all, and she was almost a hundred percent certain that nobody was about to think that she was a perfect little angel. Honestly, she still felt like this boy was the first person ever to say that she was, minus the perfect part. Yet it also didn’t tell her exactly what he thought of her, although she only partially cared to find out. There was every likelihood things would just get complicated if she did, and she didn’t need complications. Plus, she didn’t really need younger kids following her around, even if someone worshiping her was still a rather interesting idea. For now, she was more interested to find out the reason for the incident in the first place. He was a Slytherin, so obviously he had to know that he wouldn’t find any mustard randomly down in the common room, especially not by crawling around on the floor. Condiments’ place was in the kitchens, or maybe the Great Hall. She had shrugged once the mystery had been revealed. “No, I can’t say I’ve seen any yellow bearded dragons. Did you check to make sure the Hufflepuffs didn’t mistake him for a mascot?” What with the whole yellow thing and all. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥