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thekraken · 05-17-2017, 04:35 AM

Another cute Hogwarts girl was introducing herself - Melbourne? - and Khalil returned her smile with one of his own. "Melbourne? Like the place? Niceee." She could hang. With a cool name like that? How could he not hang around with her. Plus, she was a Beyoncé fan, like, this was a fated meeting. Irene and Isaiah were doin' their thing, so Khalil made sure that he was also doin' his thing as well. It was only right; they were going to finish up the night with a bang. If Baegina thought she was going to give a stuffy speech about nonsense while the Ilvermorny Squaaaad™ was there, then she had another thing coming.

Eyebrows girl was really, reaaaally being a drag. It was hard to like her - she was hot but she was so lame - and she kept giving off confusing vibes. He shook his head and shrugged at her. "You do whatever you want, Eyebrows. It's a free country." Wait...was it? He didn't know. Scotland was a strange place; weren't they always fighting some war or something? And to add insult to injury, the Eyebrows was doing the absolute MOST and trying to dry snitch but Khalil wouldn't stand for it. "Hey, don't be lame, we're just having fun, right?" he turned to the others; he was fairly certain they'd all agree. "I'm shocked you guys don't...have music playing when you eat, like, what do you do...just...sit in silence???" It was shocking, absurd, and very strange. Maybe coming to Hogwarts was a bad idea after all. At Will's comment, Khalil could only laugh (loudly, of course) and clapped his hands at the truthfulness of the statement. All of that didn't matter, anyway, because Dalia was getting with it and Khalil was happy and Will was finally being his true, free self.

It was all so very beautiful, so very American. He loved it. And it got even more beautiful when the very lovely, very sweet Madelyn joined with her pretty little pom poms and Khalil - for what felt like the umpteenth time that day - fell in love. Wiggling his brows briefly, the corners of his lips curved upwards, and he extended a hand to one of his favorite girls, but was rudely interrupted by the ever-so-alluring disciplinarian, Ms. Pretty-Pretty. Yikes. Khalil froze, like a deer in headlights, and remained speechless (momentarily) as she started her verbal beat down. "Professor Williams," he said smoothly, trying his best to sound innocent, "I figured we needed to show the host school a little Ilvermorny spirit." A sheepish grin followed his statement, but he knew that it was too late to soothe the dragon that was Melanie Williams. Yikes. Yikes. Yiiiiiiiiiiiikes. He wondered how long they would be able to get away with all their shenanigans and as Professor Williams continued doing what she did best, Khalil shot the Eyebrows girl a look as if to blame her. If she wasn't so negative then they could've kept having fun.

The sixth year knewww not to say anything when Ms. Pretty-Pretty was on a roll, she he pressed his lips together, tried not to smile - she looked so radiant, even in all her anger - and kept nodding. He wanted to say that he wouldn't have minded detention here, but...figured that it was best to keep quiet. And because she asked so nicely, Khalil hopped off the table and placed his dainty derriere into his seat, though he winked at Madelyn and offered for her to come sit with him. Although she returned the radio, Khalil pocketed it, and waited for Ms. Pretty-Pretty to be a little further away before he addressed the group again. "Crazy right?" His grin was anything but apologetic, as he always had a backup plan. "A cappella time." He turned to Dalia briefly, "What do you say? Maybe something light and upbeat to get them back in the groove?" Because Professor Williams specifically said to sit and he was pretty sure she didn't want them to play music out of the radio, BUT she didn't say anything about not singing. Loopholes were great.

In the most ridiculous fashion, Khalil started banging out another beat on the table, not caring if the Brits wanted a quiet meal or anything. This night was in honor of Ilvermorny (right???) so, might as well make the best of it. He decided to go for a Katy Perry classic, something he was pretty sure everyone needed to hear right now in their time of oppression - the oppressor being the staff on the dias - because Saint Khalil always delivered what the people wanted. "Do you ever feeeeeeeeeeeeeel, like a plastic baaaaag, drifting in the wind, wanting to start agaiiiiiiin," he sang, not caring if Williams number two came back or not. He hoped that the rest of them didn't chicken out; they were all in this together.

05-17-2017, 04:35 AM	#64 (permalink)
thekraken DMAC Gnome Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: over there. Posts: 400 Hogwarts RPG Name: ember santos. First Year	mostly everyone. ✿ i ain't sorry.mp3 \| i don't know her.gif ✿ Another cute Hogwarts girl was introducing herself - Melbourne? - and Khalil returned her smile with one of his own. "Melbourne? Like the place? Niceee." She could hang. With a cool name like that? How could he not hang around with her. Plus, she was a Beyoncé fan, like, this was a fated meeting. Irene and Isaiah were doin' their thing, so Khalil made sure that he was also doin' his thing as well. It was only right; they were going to finish up the night with a bang. If Baegina thought she was going to give a stuffy speech about nonsense while the Ilvermorny Squaaaad™ was there, then she had another thing coming. Eyebrows girl was really, reaaaally being a drag. It was hard to like her - she was hot but she was so lame - and she kept giving off confusing vibes. He shook his head and shrugged at her. "You do whatever you want, Eyebrows. It's a free country." Wait...was it? He didn't know. Scotland was a strange place; weren't they always fighting some war or something? And to add insult to injury, the Eyebrows was doing the absolute MOST and trying to dry snitch but Khalil wouldn't stand for it. "Hey, don't be lame, we're just having fun, right?" he turned to the others; he was fairly certain they'd all agree. "I'm shocked you guys don't...have music playing when you eat, like, what do you do...just...sit in silence???" It was shocking, absurd, and very strange. Maybe coming to Hogwarts was a bad idea after all. At Will's comment, Khalil could only laugh (loudly, of course) and clapped his hands at the truthfulness of the statement. All of that didn't matter, anyway, because Dalia was getting with it and Khalil was happy and Will was finally being his true, free self. It was all so very beautiful, so very American. He loved it. And it got even more beautiful when the very lovely, very sweet Madelyn joined with her pretty little pom poms and Khalil - for what felt like the umpteenth time that day - fell in love. Wiggling his brows briefly, the corners of his lips curved upwards, and he extended a hand to one of his favorite girls, but was rudely interrupted by the ever-so-alluring disciplinarian, Ms. Pretty-Pretty. Yikes. Khalil froze, like a deer in headlights, and remained speechless (momentarily) as she started her verbal beat down. "Professor Williams," he said smoothly, trying his best to sound innocent, "I figured we needed to show the host school a little Ilvermorny spirit." A sheepish grin followed his statement, but he knew that it was too late to soothe the dragon that was Melanie Williams. Yikes. Yikes. Yiiiiiiiiiiiikes. He wondered how long they would be able to get away with all their shenanigans and as Professor Williams continued doing what she did best, Khalil shot the Eyebrows girl a look as if to blame her. If she wasn't so negative then they could've kept having fun. The sixth year knewww not to say anything when Ms. Pretty-Pretty was on a roll, she he pressed his lips together, tried not to smile - she looked so radiant, even in all her anger - and kept nodding. He wanted to say that he wouldn't have minded detention here, but...figured that it was best to keep quiet. And because she asked so nicely, Khalil hopped off the table and placed his dainty derriere into his seat, though he winked at Madelyn and offered for her to come sit with him. Although she returned the radio, Khalil pocketed it, and waited for Ms. Pretty-Pretty to be a little further away before he addressed the group again. "Crazy right?" His grin was anything but apologetic, as he always had a backup plan. "A cappella time." He turned to Dalia briefly, "What do you say? Maybe something light and upbeat to get them back in the groove?" Because Professor Williams specifically said to sit and he was pretty sure she didn't want them to play music out of the radio, BUT she didn't say anything about not singing. Loopholes were great. In the most ridiculous fashion, Khalil started banging out another beat on the table, not caring if the Brits wanted a quiet meal or anything. This night was in honor of Ilvermorny (right???) so, might as well make the best of it. He decided to go for a Katy Perry classic, something he was pretty sure everyone needed to hear right now in their time of oppression - the oppressor being the staff on the dias - because Saint Khalil always delivered what the people wanted. "Do you ever feeeeeeeeeeeeeel, like a plastic baaaaag, drifting in the wind, wanting to start agaiiiiiiin," he sang, not caring if Williams number two came back or not. He hoped that the rest of them didn't chicken out; they were all in this together. __________________