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sweetpinkpixie · 07-31-2019, 02:35 AM

Of all the hands he wanted to be holding right now...Nina and Trinetta's were not exactly them. No offense. Or perhaps entirely offense. He really did not care much at the moment who he offended as long as they got away from this mist

...and maybe for people to cease ignoring his entire existence whenever he was standing next to Nina. Did he need boobs? Twirl his hair incessantly? Bat his eyelashes? Whatever. No thank you on all accounts.

Holding on to Nina's hand a bit firmer - ignoring you now, Indigo - Eiji pressed on until there was suddenly a Trinetta on his other hand and she was speaking with urgency. "Wh---" But he didn't need her to explain to know. He didn't even need all the other cries and exclamations of his peers. He felt why. Only this time he had no desire to gasp for air nor his throat inexplicably burning. Puzzled, his mind grew curious as to why that was and his hazel green eyes ventured curious glances about as everyone moved with more haste.

...until his eyes fell on Missa and Drewidiot. Eyes glazed over slightly and in their own sort of otherworldly haze, the fourth year's feet scuffled and stumbled to a stop - the mist still far off from him and the girls on either one of his hands. He didn't even hear Chloe's screaming, there was no sound playing at all, and everything was playing out in horrible slow motion.

Drewidiot was letting go of Missa's hand and he wasn't even looking back. Missa was standing, screaming but no sound was coming from her lips...and then she was disappearing. Her figure fading from existence entirely, as though she were being erased.

"M I S S A!"

07-31-2019, 02:35 AM	#78 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,868 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	Nina & Nettie ( and Missa, OF COURSE) few others by extension as well :3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Of all the hands he wanted to be holding right now...Nina and Trinetta's were not exactly them. No offense. Or perhaps entirely offense. He really did not care much at the moment who he offended as long as they got away from this mist ...and maybe for people to cease ignoring his entire existence whenever he was standing next to Nina. Did he need boobs? Twirl his hair incessantly? Bat his eyelashes? Whatever. No thank you on all accounts. Holding on to Nina's hand a bit firmer - ignoring you now, Indigo - Eiji pressed on until there was suddenly a Trinetta on his other hand and she was speaking with urgency. "Wh---" But he didn't need her to explain to know. He didn't even need all the other cries and exclamations of his peers. He felt why. Only this time he had no desire to gasp for air nor his throat inexplicably burning. Puzzled, his mind grew curious as to why that was and his hazel green eyes ventured curious glances about as everyone moved with more haste. ...until his eyes fell on Missa and Drewidiot. Eyes glazed over slightly and in their own sort of otherworldly haze, the fourth year's feet scuffled and stumbled to a stop - the mist still far off from him and the girls on either one of his hands. He didn't even hear Chloe's screaming, there was no sound playing at all, and everything was playing out in horrible slow motion. Drewidiot was letting go of Missa's hand and he wasn't even looking back. Missa was standing, screaming but no sound was coming from her lips...and then she was disappearing. Her figure fading from existence entirely, as though she were being erased. "M I S S A!" __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes