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nicole black · 01-21-2019, 11:31 PM

The classroom on the sixth floor was not empty. Dante deciding Zoryrn's question to be proper intrpduction had left the place as he'd found it and was casually - but hurriedly - making his way to the scene of the crime before his moment passed. Stepping onto a staircase, Dante stared fiercely at his Timex as if staring alone would be enough to will time to stop.

Evan was not staring at everyone but she was still staring at Patrick 'Greatest Accent Ever' Dooley. Could it really be called a stare when she was talking to him? The distinction between staring and looking was probably the consensual nature of the latter of the two. the brunette's fingers were clammy with understated excitement, it was gross and she was very aware and doing her best to hide the smudges. There were a lot of people here and the prospect of sitting across from any of them and being asked personal questions just sounded like the most fun the Ravenclaw could get up to today. "Life's about rushin' in." It was not.

Oh look, it was that girl. The one who'd been gracious enough to pull Evan from her center doom. Slightly self-conscious, Evan did not offer the other young woman a hello or a hi. Was that rude? It hadn't been exactly the cutest of meets, yknow?

Anyway, back at the farm-

Dante suddenly was bursting through the door, arms wide open and a strained but proud smile. "Did someone say my name?" He tossed his hair, and stepped into the crowded room, walking straight up to the desk and taking his rightful place before even so much as looking at his peers. "Hi, bongiorno. Welcome to speed dating brought to you by Incendio!" They were not sponsering this but no one else needed to know that. "Grab a chair- QUICK. ANYONE WITHOUT A CHAIR IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES WILL BE KICKED OUT- GO GO GO-" he was joking. No one would be kicked out but how else did you get a bunch of thirsty singles to grab seats at random? Kicking up his heeled boots, Dante pressed the golden whistle to his lips and BLEW.

01-21-2019, 11:31 PM	#17 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona Minerva Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Ravenclaw First Year x8	Howdy Y'all Part II: The beginning you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. The classroom on the sixth floor was not empty. Dante deciding Zoryrn's question to be proper intrpduction had left the place as he'd found it and was casually - but hurriedly - making his way to the scene of the crime before his moment passed. Stepping onto a staircase, Dante stared fiercely at his Timex as if staring alone would be enough to will time to stop. Evan was not staring at everyone but she was still staring at Patrick 'Greatest Accent Ever' Dooley. Could it really be called a stare when she was talking to him? The distinction between staring and looking was probably the consensual nature of the latter of the two. the brunette's fingers were clammy with understated excitement, it was gross and she was very aware and doing her best to hide the smudges. There were a lot of people here and the prospect of sitting across from any of them and being asked personal questions just sounded like the most fun the Ravenclaw could get up to today. "Life's about rushin' in." It was not. Oh look, it was that girl. The one who'd been gracious enough to pull Evan from her center doom. Slightly self-conscious, Evan did not offer the other young woman a hello or a hi. Was that rude? It hadn't been exactly the cutest of meets, yknow? Anyway, back at the farm- Dante suddenly was bursting through the door, arms wide open and a strained but proud smile. "Did someone say my name?" He tossed his hair, and stepped into the crowded room, walking straight up to the desk and taking his rightful place before even so much as looking at his peers. "Hi, bongiorno. Welcome to speed dating brought to you by Incendio!" They were not sponsering this but no one else needed to know that. "Grab a chair- QUICK. ANYONE WITHOUT A CHAIR IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES WILL BE KICKED OUT- GO GO GO-" he was joking. No one would be kicked out but how else did you get a bunch of thirsty singles to grab seats at random? Kicking up his heeled boots, Dante pressed the golden whistle to his lips and BLEW. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence