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Kimothy · 10-03-2017, 12:04 AM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

It was a close to curfew and usually that meant you're fine Julie Bellaire cozied up in her dorm with a magazine and a cup of tea before bed but tonight she was out and about and sneaking along after the figure of one Vivian Fairfax, Slytherin Prefect. It was harmless, and seeing as she hadn't yet been caught by the older girl Julie would have said she was doing a good job shadowing.

Hair tied back, clothes comfy and dark and with her softest padded shoes, Julie was living every bit up to her Kitten Velour spy persona. Hell, maybe she'd fall in her cousin's steps and become an auror before taking on Minister of Magic, clearly she had the clout for it. The slytherin slipped noiselessly behind a statue, eye trained in search of the Prefect she'd temporarily lost sight of- only temporarily, give her a break- Vivian had to be here somewhere....

Vivian absolutely hated that she had prefect duties even past curfew. Not only was she already tired from classes earlier today, but it didn't help that there was really nobody around and she had no one to talk to (and snog with, but that's not the point). It was kinda boring, especially during her first past-curfew patrol. The blond was still trying to get used to it. Still trying.

And also trying to keep herself awake, too. Vivian couldn't wait to just crash in her bed after this. What if her dormies were having a pillow fight party without her? As much as she liked having this badge, it kinda made her sad that she couldn't be with them as much as she used to. Thankfully, the prefect had brought a tiny stash of marshmallows with her, as she always did during her prefect patrol. Suppressing a yawn, Vivian stuffed a marshmallow inside her mouth and nommed on it. She should probably slap herself awake or something.

Must. Stay. Awake.

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,921 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nikita Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ascella Archer Hufflepuff Fifth Year x12	Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black It was a close to curfew and usually that meant you're fine Julie Bellaire cozied up in her dorm with a magazine and a cup of tea before bed but tonight she was out and about and sneaking along after the figure of one Vivian Fairfax, Slytherin Prefect. It was harmless, and seeing as she hadn't yet been caught by the older girl Julie would have said she was doing a good job shadowing. Hair tied back, clothes comfy and dark and with her softest padded shoes, Julie was living every bit up to her Kitten Velour spy persona. Hell, maybe she'd fall in her cousin's steps and become an auror before taking on Minister of Magic, clearly she had the clout for it. The slytherin slipped noiselessly behind a statue, eye trained in search of the Prefect she'd temporarily lost sight of- only temporarily, give her a break- Vivian had to be here somewhere.... Vivian absolutely hated that she had prefect duties even past curfew. Not only was she already tired from classes earlier today, but it didn't help that there was really nobody around and she had no one to talk to (and snog with, but that's not the point). It was kinda boring, especially during her first past-curfew patrol. The blond was still trying to get used to it. Still trying. And also trying to keep herself awake, too. Vivian couldn't wait to just crash in her bed after this. What if her dormies were having a pillow fight party without her? As much as she liked having this badge, it kinda made her sad that she couldn't be with them as much as she used to. Thankfully, the prefect had brought a tiny stash of marshmallows with her, as she always did during her prefect patrol. Suppressing a yawn, Vivian stuffed a marshmallow inside her mouth and nommed on it. She should probably slap herself awake or something. Must. Stay. Awake. __________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...