12-03-2018, 12:32 AM
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Doxy
Join Date: May 2003 Location: Blue (EST)
Posts: 6,310
Hogwarts RPG Name: Ean Zoilo Feirgrund Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Jansher Leon Grunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diego Mason Melo-Dreamer Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Dionysus Scorpius Laramore Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Paul Lee Gene Rocker Hufflepuff Third Year Ministry Department Head:
Firash Zarko Grunt Games & Sports Ministry Department Head:
Isaek Fyodore Edelbach International Cooperation x8 x7
| • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry • Quote:
Originally Posted by GD2204 His breathing slightly heavy now, Ewan charged through the dormitory door with the speed of a flying Thestral, his mind on the piece of parchment that lay hidden in his trunk. If he’d been walking like a normal person, he may have been able to stop himself from going over the pile of blankets that had been placed in the middle of the room. But he hadn’t. He’d been running. Quickly. Very Quickly. “What the…”, was the only response he could muster as he somehow managed to jump over the blanket fort, landing in a what can only be described as a heap. “Ouch”.
Tad's sweet stash... It was not easy keeping a collection this year with the way posts were coming in and the whole health regime. He was so glad to have older connections when they went to Hogsmeade to keep his sweet cravings in check. Let's see... Bertie Botts, Chocoballs, aha, he was feeling up for some Mice pops. He was about to unwrap one when he turn running foots steps. Uh oh.. Tad's attempt to repack his sweets had the undesirable effect of making the loud wrapping noise. He would be caught. The running footsteps had to be that Meanie Head, he couldn't hide or deny this act in time. He would be forced to do illegal child labor acts. Just then he heard a loud thump nearby. His blue eyes widened. He didn't hear any grown man's voice or sounds like from one. So with that, he cautiously peeked out, his curls almost obscuring his sight.
Oh... it was some guy near his age. No wait, it was Ewan. Phew. "Nice landing, mate..." That looked as painful as it sounded. ".. want a Mice pop?" Lollies were good for boo-boos after all. Besides that, Taddy knew could trust a fellow Quidditch bench mate. Especially since he managed to not destroy the fort. |
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