12-29-2019, 06:36 PM
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Puffskein
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year | Rylee Quote:
Originally Posted by Kolyander Rylee had somehow managed to slip away from her cousins into the crowd of students. Since the moment she had arrived at the station everyone had been checking up on her. She was also one thousand percent positive that once this train started to move there would be even more people popping in on her. Which was the top reason why she wasted no time in finding herself an empty compartment and slipping inside, the door sliding shut behind her and her kneazle Cosmos.
Gently placing her bag on the floor beside the bench, Rylee sat herself down sideways, so her legs could be on the bench and her back was against the window area of the train. Pulling out her and gripping it in her right hand she cast a quiet charm to darken the compartment a little. The brightness of the compartment was too much right now.
Cosmos leaped up onto the bench to join her, carefully settling himself down on her lap in such a way that she could rest her still healing left arm up on his back, her hand on his head after sliding her wand back into it's holster. Leaning her head back against the wall of the compartment, she closed her blue-gray eyes in hope of possibly getting a few minutes of sleep. After the drama of the prefect’s carriage, Ewan needed to get away and just relax. The usually calm and quiet Ravenclaw prefect suddenly found himself worked up and rather annoyed. With that in mind, he had decided to take himself out into the corridors and actually do his job and patrol the corridors, popping his head into the a few of the carriages until he got to the middle carriage where his friend/sister Rylee was seated with her Kneazle. “Hey, what’s up girl on fire?” smiling at her now as he walked into the carriage, closing the door behind him as he walked in now. As he walked in, he couldn’t help but take in her appearance carefully, looking for any sighs that she wasn’t 100%. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take him long to find see her healing arm or just how tired she clearly was. Sitting opposite her, he couldn’t help but say something to her about it because she clearly wasn’t ready to come back. “So how are the injuries?” |
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