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Erindipity · 01-08-2017, 06:12 AM

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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

Opening the small fridge, Mason wasn't surprised to see that it contained several beverages. Had a professor placed those in there? Or maybe the house elves? Did house elves even leave the castle? Or perhaps it had been kind students who filled the fridge each time , must be hufflepuffs...

The drink he wanted however, was near the back but instead of summoning it towards him, which he could have easily done since it was a grade four spell and , well, hello sixth year here. But he wasn't lazy either so he stooped down and reached inside. His fingers grabbed the cold beverage and as he stood upright to close the door, a voice next to him startled him so much that he threw the beverage right at Dora.

Oops?

Of all of the things that could have happened... getting a face full of cold something wet... was not on the list of things she had thought. Nope. Not even a little bit.

Her mascara was waterproof, luckily, but her hair. HER HAIR WAS WET. "HOPPING HIPPOGRIFFS! WAS THAT NECESSARY? You got my HAIR wet!" And that, her Ravenclaw friend was sure to have learnt now, was not a great thing to have happen. She loved her hair. LOVED IT.

It was kind of her thing.

"Take out your wand," she said with a clear TONE. Acerbic was probably a great descriptor for said tone. She was most DEF sour. Ugh. And now he had to take action. Whether he liked it or not.

01-08-2017, 06:12 AM	#36 (permalink)
Erindipity DMT Mountain Troll Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 23,574 x8	Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Opening the small fridge, Mason wasn't surprised to see that it contained several beverages. Had a professor placed those in there? Or maybe the house elves? Did house elves even leave the castle? Or perhaps it had been kind students who filled the fridge each time , must be hufflepuffs... The drink he wanted however, was near the back but instead of summoning it towards him, which he could have easily done since it was a grade four spell and , well, hello sixth year here. But he wasn't lazy either so he stooped down and reached inside. His fingers grabbed the cold beverage and as he stood upright to close the door, a voice next to him startled him so much that he threw the beverage right at Dora. Oops? Of all of the things that could have happened... getting a face full of cold something wet... was not on the list of things she had thought. Nope. Not even a little bit. Her mascara was waterproof, luckily, but her hair. HER HAIR WAS WET. "HOPPING HIPPOGRIFFS! WAS THAT NECESSARY? You got my HAIR wet!" And that, her Ravenclaw friend was sure to have learnt now, was not a great thing to have happen. She loved her hair. LOVED IT. It was kind of her thing. "Take out your wand," she said with a clear TONE. Acerbic was probably a great descriptor for said tone. She was most DEF sour. Ugh. And now he had to take action. Whether he liked it or not.