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kayquilz · 01-09-2018, 02:55 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Wyatt wiggled his little body impatiently. Becca had been gone for a while and his Mommy was STILL talking to this person and taking foreeeeevvvveerrr.

He wrinkled his nose, he made faces, he held his breath til his head started feeling funny but absolutely nothing seemed to catch her attention until they were finally done talking. Boy, grownups talked A LOT. Wyatt pulled another face at his mother because she wasn't listening! And if she was listening that girl wouldn't have stolen her friend!

But he wanted his friend back, so he had to say where she went.

"Becca and that girl went down that way." He said, pointing simply. "Down the place you said me and Becca shouldn't go but she went anyway--she's in trouble, right Mommy? She won't get any ice-cream, just me, because I'm a good boy and I didn't go down there, right Mommy?--I told her not to, but she wanted to go play and wouldn't listen and you wouldn't listen."

Every mother's WORST. FEAR was flooding her mind -- she had never felt so frazzled in her life, and SCARED. Not since she was a little girl, when she lost her brother. She wouldn't cry right now...but she wanted to! What mother WOULDN'T cry when losing her child's BEST FRIEND.

AND APPARENTLY TO KNOCKTURN ALLEY!

"Wyatt--show me---she went by HERSELF? WHY did she go down there? Did she tell you? Why didn't you TELL me?" she asked, kind of somewhat TOTALLY ignoring his actual words and just...panic.

Pure panic.

She was already pulling Wyatt behind her, out the bank and into the street.

01-09-2018, 02:55 AM	#30 (permalink)
kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,185 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Wyatt wiggled his little body impatiently. Becca had been gone for a while and his Mommy was STILL talking to this person and taking foreeeeevvvveerrr. He wrinkled his nose, he made faces, he held his breath til his head started feeling funny but absolutely nothing seemed to catch her attention until they were finally done talking. Boy, grownups talked A LOT. Wyatt pulled another face at his mother because she wasn't listening! And if she was listening that girl wouldn't have stolen her friend! But he wanted his friend back, so he had to say where she went. "Becca and that girl went down that way." He said, pointing simply. "Down the place you said me and Becca shouldn't go but she went anyway--she's in trouble, right Mommy? She won't get any ice-cream, just me, because I'm a good boy and I didn't go down there, right Mommy?--I told her not to, but she wanted to go play and wouldn't listen and you wouldn't listen." Every mother's WORST. FEAR was flooding her mind -- she had never felt so frazzled in her life, and SCARED. Not since she was a little girl, when she lost her brother. She wouldn't cry right now...but she wanted to! What mother WOULDN'T cry when losing her child's BEST FRIEND. AND APPARENTLY TO KNOCKTURN ALLEY! "Wyatt--show me---she went by HERSELF? WHY did she go down there? Did she tell you? Why didn't you TELL me?" she asked, kind of somewhat TOTALLY ignoring his actual words and just...panic. Pure panic. She was already pulling Wyatt behind her, out the bank and into the street. __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin