05-07-2018, 07:35 AM
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Fwooper
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10
| INVADING *attack hugs you both* (and open) HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED the blonde hadn't explored enough so that was what she was doing now. Exploring, this was likely the highest she had been in the school save for heading to the Astronomy tower and y'know Divinations...she loved Divinations - even if it wasn't truly her favorite class it was Laurel's class and that made it even more special to her. Her hands held lightly on her magically charmed little music player that she had gotten from her cousin’s husband…god, she loved them
Her fingers tapped out the beat to the song as the first year she was currently listening to. The song, this song had been one of the many Cordelia had given to her for her surviving Hogwarts mixtape. Cordy had said it fit her, it was her personality even. Her floral headphone clad head bounced side to side as she moved.
Bop – bop twiiiiiiiirl
She was busy dancing and tapping her feet to the beat of the song. It was easy to say that she would have been full-on dancing had she had space. ”you’re easy lov—“ oh holy flying fried carp she had nearly sung that aloud.
Looking around finally she spotted them…wait THEM? Had hell frozen over – the last SHE knew Quinnybear couldn’t stand popper the popcorn stealer and well…frankly, it had seemed mostly mutual ever since the train? Had…had they tried to make peace for the sake of the house or did she need to like – rescue her? Quinn didn’t need rescuing she hardly ever needed anything that was the epitome of what her Quinnity was….even, even if Beth would never as long as Pigs couldn’t fly – as in never in any of the fiery rings of hell would Beth Grevyson accept this as a fact. Quinn needed people even if she denied it all the way to her deathbed. ”Quinnlin Charlotte Kevelle, I’ve missed you so muuuuuuuch like…more than the volume of the black lake much” she frowned to her best friend in that playful way she had always sort of pouted at her even as a little kid.
Then, in a simple swift movement, she turned her head and glanced at Ewan. "he giving you trouble?" she asked her left eyebrow raising a tiny bit, enough maybe to be intimidating - or so she hoped. The one thing she would hate would be if she ever found out that she was utterly un-intimidating...was she too kind? That'd be horrid.
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