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Mell · 04-17-2020, 01:42 AM

SPOILER!!: Becky

SPOILER!!: Bernie

Quote:

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

EEeeeeeeeEEHEHEHE Becky was just as FABULOUS as ever. Bernie hugged her back, of course, admiring her floral skirt, and telling her so in high praise as they hugged. Becky was like somuchbetter than Eiji, like omg, she was her favourite Rasting by far, and she was so happy to see her here.

"Oh well, we'll have to hang out again," the Gryffindor LAUGHED at her own joke, taking a small step back from her friend, and noticing the sudden blush on her cheeks. Hmm, what? Bernie's bright eyes followed her friend's gaze to the older boy, and well yes, she did also think 'pretty' to herself, but didn't say it OUT LOUD because Bernie still thought boys were annoying 92% of the time. The other 8% of the time though....

Well well. Bernadette spun on her heel, a sneaky smile now upon her lips, and quickly closed the distance between her friend and the older boy. "Excuse me, I would want to grow a mustache," she declared, snatching the box right out of his hands. This was just an excuse to eye the boy up close, of course, and determine his worthiness for Becky. And oh, he was worthy. He... did he have two different-coloured eyes though?! Bernie found herself staring not at the mustache box but at the boy for just a moment too long.

Then she was quickly looking down at the box again and musing on its description LOUDLY. "Mustaches are a great addition to any face or occasion. Need a great disguise for a masquerade ball? Grow a mustache! Trying to impress family at your nephew's bar mitzvah? Grow a mustache! Recreate historically accurate facial hair for deathday celebrations, look like your favourite Quidditch star in the playoffs, or just grow a mustache because it's winter and you think you can! There's never a bad reason to grow a mustache."

What a great friend she was. Look at her. Approaching (AND engaging?!) the stranger!danger with such bravado. Bernie looked up at the boy with a hmm, then glanced back to Becky. "What do you think, should I grow a mustache?"

Even though Drew was consumed in reading the label of the box in his hands, he knew that he was being watched. It happened to him a lot and he had to suppress the smug grin that was fighting to appear on his face and it was even harder when he heard one of the girl’s say the word ‘pretty.’ He had no idea if they were talking about him or something in the shop but Drew being Drew was going to assume that they were indeed talking about him. And why wouldn’t they?

He was just about to put the box back on the shelf but before he could even make any sort of movement the box was snatched out of his hands and one of the girls he had passed by before was standing before him and STARING. "Please by all means." He drawled gesturing towards the box now in the hands of the young brunette. Apparently she needed it more than he did.

“Why would a girl want to grow a mustache?” Or maybe she was trying to be a boy. Who knew? Drew did not have much experience with British people, maybe this was a thing over here. His eyes flicked to the other girl and his gaze lingered on the blush on her face briefly before his attention was once again back on the mustache girl as she read the description on the back of the box. As she read out each one Drew was imagining the different mustaches on her face and he let out a small laugh. It would be so funny to see her with one.

Again his attention went to the other girl and he raised an eyebrow. He was rather interested to see if she thought her friend should get a mustache.

04-17-2020, 01:42 AM	#47 (permalink)
Mell Kappa Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: GMT +10 Posts: 13,162 Hogwarts RPG Name: Andrew James Preston Seventh Year x7	Loves on you two Melly Bean \| aussiegirl \| a Supernatural freak SPOILER!!: Becky Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Overwhelmed and feeling her head spin a bit, the fourth year found herself wishing she had come here with her mum. Mum was always so good and making her feel calm and comfortable. She also felt too shy to talk to mum about this sort of thing...mum was an effortless beauty. Daddy was always saying so. Maybe mum wouldn't understand after all... beautifying potions were, after all, effort and mum didn't need that. Sighing a little in defeat, the Hufflepuff was returning the bottle to the shelf when she heard a tone that was almost an exclusive to her family's shiba inu in pitch. "Bernie? Berine!" she squeaked in delight as she spun on spot, her floral skirt twirling with her as she closed the little distance between them to give the younger girl a hug. "Ooooh...if I would have known I'd run into you today I would have brought your omiyage with me!" She had just release the younger Gryffindor from her affectionate grip when an older boy walked by the pair of them...and her blush was instantaneous. Oh. Becky had never been particularly subtle, it was the Gryffindor blood running through her veins, and she leaaaaaaaan over to try and follow him with her eyes as he moved down the aisles and turned around the corner towards another section of the shop. Her gave a confused fluttered inside her chest and her large almond eyed blinked several times in rapid succession. ".....pretty." SPOILER!!: Bernie Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl EEeeeeeeeEEHEHEHE Becky was just as FABULOUS as ever. Bernie hugged her back, of course, admiring her floral skirt, and telling her so in high praise as they hugged. Becky was like somuchbetter than Eiji, like omg, she was her favourite Rasting by far, and she was so happy to see her here. "Oh well, we'll have to hang out again," the Gryffindor LAUGHED at her own joke, taking a small step back from her friend, and noticing the sudden blush on her cheeks. Hmm, what? Bernie's bright eyes followed her friend's gaze to the older boy, and well yes, she did also think 'pretty' to herself, but didn't say it OUT LOUD because Bernie still thought boys were annoying 92% of the time. The other 8% of the time though.... Well well. Bernadette spun on her heel, a sneaky smile now upon her lips, and quickly closed the distance between her friend and the older boy. "Excuse me, I would want to grow a mustache," she declared, snatching the box right out of his hands. This was just an excuse to eye the boy up close, of course, and determine his worthiness for Becky. And oh, he was worthy. He... did he have two different-coloured eyes though?! Bernie found herself staring not at the mustache box but at the boy for just a moment too long. Then she was quickly looking down at the box again and musing on its description LOUDLY. "Mustaches are a great addition to any face or occasion. Need a great disguise for a masquerade ball? Grow a mustache! Trying to impress family at your nephew's bar mitzvah? Grow a mustache! Recreate historically accurate facial hair for deathday celebrations, look like your favourite Quidditch star in the playoffs, or just grow a mustache because it's winter and you think you can! There's never a bad reason to grow a mustache." What a great friend she was. Look at her. Approaching (AND engaging?!) the stranger!danger with such bravado. Bernie looked up at the boy with a hmm, then glanced back to Becky. "What do you think, should I grow a mustache?" Even though Drew was consumed in reading the label of the box in his hands, he knew that he was being watched. It happened to him a lot and he had to suppress the smug grin that was fighting to appear on his face and it was even harder when he heard one of the girl’s say the word ‘pretty.’ He had no idea if they were talking about him or something in the shop but Drew being Drew was going to assume that they were indeed talking about him. And why wouldn’t they? He was just about to put the box back on the shelf but before he could even make any sort of movement the box was snatched out of his hands and one of the girls he had passed by before was standing before him and STARING. "Please by all means." He drawled gesturing towards the box now in the hands of the young brunette. Apparently she needed it more than he did. “Why would a girl want to grow a mustache?” Or maybe she was trying to be a boy. Who knew? Drew did not have much experience with British people, maybe this was a thing over here. His eyes flicked to the other girl and his gaze lingered on the blush on her face briefly before his attention was once again back on the mustache girl as she read the description on the back of the box. As she read out each one Drew was imagining the different mustaches on her face and he let out a small laugh. It would be so funny to see her with one. Again his attention went to the other girl and he raised an eyebrow. He was rather interested to see if she thought her friend should get a mustache.