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Cassirin · 09-05-2019, 12:54 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Max plopped down across from some perky girls who were chattering about something and his mind continued to wander. But in true Vindictus style, his mouth moved and words came out, but only loud enough for those sitting around him to hear. "Purple. Why purple? Why name the table after insects?" he muttered under his breath. Still no food and now he was brooding. His stomach growled loudly. "Is it because that ratty hat smells like feet and everyone now has lice and they want us to think fluttery, happy thoughts before they force-feed us snails, fake grass and frogs legs?"

The food finally appeared, a spread of healthy salads and nothing remotely decadent looking, and Phoebe wrinkled her nose over a kale salad at the loud boy from the sorting ceremony. Her dad played Quidditch too, and wasn't even some ancient dude no one remembered, so she wasn't that impressed. Maybe she should stick out her tongue at him?

No, probably handsome professor was still watching. "Purple because of royalty, creativity, and loyalty. Butterflies because of the ability to change, the ability to grow over time. I dunno if you were sorted correctly if you can't figure that stuff out... Mark, was it? I'm sorry, I don't remember your name and you are very forgettable."

09-05-2019, 12:54 AM	#43 (permalink)
Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,209 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Maximus Vindictus THE THIRD Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by demented_death_eater Max plopped down across from some perky girls who were chattering about something and his mind continued to wander. But in true Vindictus style, his mouth moved and words came out, but only loud enough for those sitting around him to hear. "Purple. Why purple? Why name the table after insects?" he muttered under his breath. Still no food and now he was brooding. His stomach growled loudly. "Is it because that ratty hat smells like feet and everyone now has lice and they want us to think fluttery, happy thoughts before they force-feed us snails, fake grass and frogs legs?" The food finally appeared, a spread of healthy salads and nothing remotely decadent looking, and Phoebe wrinkled her nose over a kale salad at the loud boy from the sorting ceremony. Her dad played Quidditch too, and wasn't even some ancient dude no one remembered, so she wasn't that impressed. Maybe she should stick out her tongue at him? No, probably handsome professor was still watching. "Purple because of royalty, creativity, and loyalty. Butterflies because of the ability to change, the ability to grow over time. I dunno if you were sorted correctly if you can't figure that stuff out... Mark, was it? I'm sorry, I don't remember your name and you are very forgettable." __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest