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sweetpinkpixie · 07-14-2017, 12:47 PM

The second year still was not so sure why older students got all obsessive and WEIRD around Valentine's Day. There just seemed to be copious amounts of unnecessary pressure and he SWORE he saw some older boys sweating nervously. Which seemed kinda silly to him since the day was supposed to be about appreciated the people important to you and whatever. Again though, Derf failed to see why it was different than any other day because, well, shouldn't you do that ALL the time?

Maybe he would understand when he was older. Probably not knowing him.
This sort of understanding was just not a priority understanding for him.

BUT ANYWAY!

Here he was back at the creature nursery with a VERY special friend for Picketta along with the usual offering of wood lice. Walking over to her tree,
it took the bowtruckle approximately four seconds to notice him before she was climbing down and scampering over to where Derf could easily pick her up. "I miss-s-sed you too," he greeted with a boyish giggle, gladly plucking her from the ground and setting her on his shoulder. "I brought you s-someone. You remember my friend Natalie? The one who looks-s-s like a mermaid from muggle fairy tales but without the tale becaus-se she is in human form?" Trust him, it made sense and was a description exclusive to Natalie. "She got something that s-she thought you might enjoy! Was-n't that NICE of her?" Just offering the bowtruckle a gentle reminder over here, nothing to see.

Grinning, the second year fished through his enchanted trouser pockets and maneuvered around Scamander who was sleeping inside until he felt IT. "TADA!" he BEAMED, pulling forth the stick bearing a great likeness to an actual bowtruckle and wiggled it at Picketta. "S-She found you a Mr. Picketta!" Because that was clearly how these things worked, you know? Of course, he was not being serious - he would hope that Picketta would fancy herself a Mr. Picketta when she was READY - but it was alright to tease a little, right? He got teased about girls and Abey sometimes by older students and since he was older than Picketta it all lined up logically. Yup.

Sitting while making a sort of bowl with his legs, he let Picketta down and set the stick flat on the ground for her to get acquainted with. He didn't think much of her circling around the stick and he even held it upright like one of those Ken dolls for her to get the FULL effect. But then Picketta started doing a bit of this weird...shimmy sort of dance thing. She was flicking her head leaves and wiggling and.... "Oh? OH! S-So you DO like him!" he chirped as Picketta gave the stick a SUPER tight hug.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,963 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	#3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The second year still was not so sure why older students got all obsessive and WEIRD around Valentine's Day. There just seemed to be copious amounts of unnecessary pressure and he SWORE he saw some older boys sweating nervously. Which seemed kinda silly to him since the day was supposed to be about appreciated the people important to you and whatever. Again though, Derf failed to see why it was different than any other day because, well, shouldn't you do that ALL the time? Maybe he would understand when he was older. Probably not knowing him. This sort of understanding was just not a priority understanding for him. BUT ANYWAY! Here he was back at the creature nursery with a VERY special friend for Picketta along with the usual offering of wood lice. Walking over to her tree, it took the bowtruckle approximately four seconds to notice him before she was climbing down and scampering over to where Derf could easily pick her up. "I miss-s-sed you too," he greeted with a boyish giggle, gladly plucking her from the ground and setting her on his shoulder. "I brought you s-someone. You remember my friend Natalie? The one who looks-s-s like a mermaid from muggle fairy tales but without the tale becaus-se she is in human form?" Trust him, it made sense and was a description exclusive to Natalie. "She got something that s-she thought you might enjoy! Was-n't that NICE of her?" Just offering the bowtruckle a gentle reminder over here, nothing to see. Grinning, the second year fished through his enchanted trouser pockets and maneuvered around Scamander who was sleeping inside until he felt IT. "TADA!" he BEAMED, pulling forth the stick bearing a great likeness to an actual bowtruckle and wiggled it at Picketta. "S-She found you a Mr. Picketta!" Because that was clearly how these things worked, you know? Of course, he was not being serious - he would hope that Picketta would fancy herself a Mr. Picketta when she was READY - but it was alright to tease a little, right? He got teased about girls and Abey sometimes by older students and since he was older than Picketta it all lined up logically. Yup. Sitting while making a sort of bowl with his legs, he let Picketta down and set the stick flat on the ground for her to get acquainted with. He didn't think much of her circling around the stick and he even held it upright like one of those Ken dolls for her to get the FULL effect. But then Picketta started doing a bit of this weird...shimmy sort of dance thing. She was flicking her head leaves and wiggling and.... "Oh? OH! S-So you DO like him!" he chirped as Picketta gave the stick a SUPER tight hug. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like