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Daemon · 06-06-2018, 05:11 PM

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Originally Posted by PatInTheHat

Emma LOVED the igloo. She loved everything on the ground BUT ESPECIALLY THE IGLOO. It had ICE sculptures and it had a couch with fur covering AND it had pretty furs that you could wear TOO. But the most important thing it had came at night. THE NORTHERN LIGHTS INSIDE. Emma always always always made a trip to the igloos every night she remembered to (read: She didn't always remember because there was SO MANY THINGS TO DO HERE but she TRIED) and when she did she had SNACKS. This time she had a thermos of hot coco so that she could stay warm while she watched the light. Em ALSO had an extra thermos incase she ran into anyone else here. It happened a LOT and just made the third year that much more ecstatic about it.

Sipping her coco, she tried to also open up her bag of marshmallows while walking and weaving her way through the igloo. It was HARD multitasking so she didn't see ~~the love of her LYFE~~ ~~her not so secret crush~~ SYLVIE laying sleep on the cold floor like it was her dorm, and went tumbling over the older girl with a SCREAM.

Zzzzzzz...

...zzz..zzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZ......

O.O "OHMYTHRALLWHATHAPPENED???"

OW. "OOOWWWWWW."

Disoriented, CONFUSED, and entirely still asleep, Sylvie blinked several times, not completely understanding why there were feet in her face and screaming in her ears. And why she was SO cold.

Wait, cold. HOGWARTS. Right. Feet. SCREAMING. UHM. "Owwwwwww". Yes. Pain. Massaging her side, Sylvie gingerly sat up and saw that the feet were attached to a person (thankfully) and that person happened to be one baby Gryffindor Emma.. something. Emma Basket? Emma Darkest. Emma D. She's almost sure it's something with a D.

Still super groggy, Sylvie groaned as she shifted to see if the younger girl was hurt. "Hey.... Emma. You okay?" Is she okay? With every second Sylvie felt colder and colder. How long had she been sleeping in here??

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,746 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maggie Woods Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Jourdan Slytherin Sixth Year x4 x2	PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Quote: Originally Posted by PatInTheHat Emma LOVED the igloo. She loved everything on the ground BUT ESPECIALLY THE IGLOO. It had ICE sculptures and it had a couch with fur covering AND it had pretty furs that you could wear TOO. But the most important thing it had came at night. THE NORTHERN LIGHTS INSIDE. Emma always always always made a trip to the igloos every night she remembered to (read: She didn't always remember because there was SO MANY THINGS TO DO HERE but she TRIED) and when she did she had SNACKS. This time she had a thermos of hot coco so that she could stay warm while she watched the light. Em ALSO had an extra thermos incase she ran into anyone else here. It happened a LOT and just made the third year that much more ecstatic about it. Sipping her coco, she tried to also open up her bag of marshmallows while walking and weaving her way through the igloo. It was HARD multitasking so she didn't see ~~the love of her LYFE~~ ~~her not so secret crush~~ SYLVIE laying sleep on the cold floor like it was her dorm, and went tumbling over the older girl with a SCREAM. Zzzzzzz... ...zzz..zzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZ...... O.O "OHMYTHRALLWHATHAPPENED???" OW. "OOOWWWWWW." Disoriented, CONFUSED, and entirely still asleep, Sylvie blinked several times, not completely understanding why there were feet in her face and screaming in her ears. And why she was SO cold. Wait, cold. HOGWARTS. Right. Feet. SCREAMING. UHM. "Owwwwwww". Yes. Pain. Massaging her side, Sylvie gingerly sat up and saw that the feet were attached to a person (thankfully) and that person happened to be one baby Gryffindor Emma.. something. Emma Basket? Emma Darkest. Emma D. She's almost sure it's something with a D. Still super groggy, Sylvie groaned as she shifted to see if the younger girl was hurt. "Hey.... Emma. You okay?" Is she okay? With every second Sylvie felt colder and colder. How long had she been sleeping in here?? __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end