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BanaBatGirl · 10-15-2019, 02:09 AM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Claudine was still undecided if she wanted to attend the upcoming Ball. For one thing, she intended on asking no one to go with her. If she did attend, she would be taking herself as her date; she would be there for the memories that would make precious sketches. Her sketchpad labelled 'First Year of Hogwarts (at Beauxbatons)' was quickly being filled with memory sketches. Anyway, Claudine was not entirely sure what she was doing here. Dancing was not her thing.

Did she want to publicly embarrass herself? Of course not.

Maybe she'll just stand and watch everyone else.

"Hello, Headmaster.'' Claudine fixed him one of her unsmiling gazes then looked around. An older Ravenclaw... and Bernie. She was pretty pleased to have the Gryffindor back but while Bernie had been suspended, she found that she had this growing guilt about her: if she had not set the roses on fire, then Bernie never would have been suspended. Claudine supposed she ought to express that feeling but she didn't know how to. Feelings weren't her thing either; they were normally faked when needed- much like the apology to the HeadCrazyMistress.

"Er. Hi, Bernie.'' Did the Lioness even want to talk to her? Claudine had sort of avoided Bernie since she came back save for the occasional 'hello'. "Er, do you reckon Trent's the one who's going to teach us how to dance? Does he even know how to?'' These were just small talk questions.

Gasp! Someone had found her hiding spot by the curtains. ~~It was because Kaiser came over here, and he was tall. And old. And noticeable.~~

"Erm, hi Claudine," Bernie awkwardly greeted her friend back. She didn't know if her buddy would still be mad at her or not because of the whole suspension thing. Maybe she didn't want to associate with Bernie A N Y M O R E because she thought she was trouble. Maybe she....

Oh, huh, guess that was a good question. Bernie's eyes darted around the room, suspiciously taking in who else was here, before landing back on Claudine. "Maybe Trent's going to dance with Notredame for us, and then..." er, how did Schmoe fit into this? "Schmoe's the conductor." Ya know, he'd wave his wand and make the music come out? He was the nerdiest of the three MEN that were here, so he was clearly the NON-DANCER of the pack.

She straightened up then as the Headmaster made an announcement to go and c h a n g e. UGH. YUCK.

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

It was a relief to be looking somewhere else other than at Bernie. Guilt was a powerful emotion that was not helping Claudine to feel any better. A few Professors were arriving, including Schmoe. Surprisingly, as she attended more of his lessons and learnt more about his weird behaviour, her opinion on him softened considerably. In a way, he was like her: they both had quirks that could be off putting to some. The Snakette actually sent a small smile in his direction.

What now?

They had to go find outfits? Claudine looked at Bernie but she wasn’t really seeing her. Why? Because the Snakette was considering fleeing. Was this really worth it in the end? Getting into dance clothes? Embarrassing herself with dance moves that she was certain would be non existent for her? Possibly the only person who could change her mind was standing right beside her.

But at that exact moment, Claudine’s gaze was focused on the entrance/exit door.

She turned back to Claudine but the Slytherin was looking everywhere except her way. "Excuse you," the young Lion announced, hitching her arm around Claudine's and starting to steer her to the changing rooms, "If I have to do this, then SO. DO. YOU."

That's right. They would always be getting into trouble together, HENCEFORTH, LET IT BE KNOWN, ETC.

10-15-2019, 02:09 AM	#21 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Claudine was still undecided if she wanted to attend the upcoming Ball. For one thing, she intended on asking no one to go with her. If she did attend, she would be taking herself as her date; she would be there for the memories that would make precious sketches. Her sketchpad labelled 'First Year of Hogwarts (at Beauxbatons)' was quickly being filled with memory sketches. Anyway, Claudine was not entirely sure what she was doing here. Dancing was not her thing. Did she want to publicly embarrass herself? Of course not. Maybe she'll just stand and watch everyone else. "Hello, Headmaster.'' Claudine fixed him one of her unsmiling gazes then looked around. An older Ravenclaw... and Bernie. She was pretty pleased to have the Gryffindor back but while Bernie had been suspended, she found that she had this growing guilt about her: if she had not set the roses on fire, then Bernie never would have been suspended. Claudine supposed she ought to express that feeling but she didn't know how to. Feelings weren't her thing either; they were normally faked when needed- much like the apology to the HeadCrazyMistress. "Er. Hi, Bernie.'' Did the Lioness even want to talk to her? Claudine had sort of avoided Bernie since she came back save for the occasional 'hello'. "Er, do you reckon Trent's the one who's going to teach us how to dance? Does he even know how to?'' These were just small talk questions. Gasp! Someone had found her hiding spot by the curtains. ~~It was because Kaiser came over here, and he was tall. And old. And noticeable.~~ "Erm, hi Claudine," Bernie awkwardly greeted her friend back. She didn't know if her buddy would still be mad at her or not because of the whole suspension thing. Maybe she didn't want to associate with Bernie A N Y M O R E because she thought she was trouble. Maybe she.... Oh, huh, guess that was a good question. Bernie's eyes darted around the room, suspiciously taking in who else was here, before landing back on Claudine. "Maybe Trent's going to dance with Notredame for us, and then..." er, how did Schmoe fit into this? "Schmoe's the conductor." Ya know, he'd wave his wand and make the music come out? He was the nerdiest of the three MEN that were here, so he was clearly the NON-DANCER of the pack. She straightened up then as the Headmaster made an announcement to go and c h a n g e. UGH. YUCK. Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 It was a relief to be looking somewhere else other than at Bernie. Guilt was a powerful emotion that was not helping Claudine to feel any better. A few Professors were arriving, including Schmoe. Surprisingly, as she attended more of his lessons and learnt more about his weird behaviour, her opinion on him softened considerably. In a way, he was like her: they both had quirks that could be off putting to some. The Snakette actually sent a small smile in his direction. What now? They had to go find outfits? Claudine looked at Bernie but she wasn’t really seeing her. Why? Because the Snakette was considering fleeing. Was this really worth it in the end? Getting into dance clothes? Embarrassing herself with dance moves that she was certain would be non existent for her? Possibly the only person who could change her mind was standing right beside her. But at that exact moment, Claudine’s gaze was focused on the entrance/exit door. She turned back to Claudine but the Slytherin was looking everywhere except her way. "Excuse you," the young Lion announced, hitching her arm around Claudine's and starting to steer her to the changing rooms, "If I have to do this, then SO. DO. YOU." That's right. They would always be getting into trouble together, HENCEFORTH, LET IT BE KNOWN, ETC. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind