  MOMoke
Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Gideon Emerson
Slytherin Seventh Year
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I wanna HA
I wanna HA
I wanna HA
I wanna HA
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Kale sang all of this quietly to himself, with some pop and locks to boot, as he sat at the Gryffindor table. His shoulders were still j-j-jamming as he smiled at all the familiar faces at the table. And some new ones, too.
'Sup lion nation??? SPOILER!!: MF McCarthy Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay  He spotted Kale almost immediately and took a seat next to him. His dormmate seemed a little fidgety in his seat, but it didn't seem out of the ordinary or noticeable enough to mention. Instead.. "Hey! I was looking for you on the train, but I didn't see you anywhere! Where were you?" He had his own ideas about that, but he continued. "It's okay though, I sat with Nem. He was my partner in crime instead." But that title could go back to him now, if he wanted. He was glad when MF rolled through. It had been a hot minute since he had seen his friend. Kale couldn't wait until he was old enough to travel without an adult. Supervision made it IMPOSSIBLE to hang during the summer.
"I arrived with my Daddee," he explained. And the Headmaster had to get to the castle EARLY for being in charge reasons. Which meant he was robbed of quality travel time with his friends. WAHHH. He had missed out on so much. Look. MF was already forgetting him, sittin' with Nem and such. Ah. Woe was Kale. Kale was woe.
He wrinkled his nose, all scrunchy and unhappy, and said, "Oh, he's your partner in crime now, huh? That's new." And decidedly not a Kale. SPOILER!!: Phoebe Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin Bernie was so much crankier than she'd been on the train, and Phoebe gave her friend a solid cuddle to de-grumpy her. Did that help? The cuddling? "How come you're so smart about male facial hair? Or that male's facial hair, I guess? I mean, I can't grow a mustache either, if you're keeping track. Or maybe I can. I haven't really tried." Phoebe crossed her eyes and tried to stare at her upper lip, but it was well out of sight.
Said male was WINKING at her. Like maybe he was already in love with her. Man, that always happened so fast. Like she was so cursed with being really lovable and men kept falling at her feet. CURSED. Phoebe winked back, with BOTH of her eyes so that she knew he really meant it. Or was that encouraging him?
SPEAKING of men who couldn't grow a mustache, there was Kale. Phoebe stopped aggressively cuddling Bernie and dropped her chin onto her fist, the better to study him with. He was bopping, but he was QUIET. Suspiciously quiet. Unnaturally quiet. "KALE. COME SIT BY US, BUDDY." Ahem. Subtle. Kale was still REELING from his betrayal from MF when he spotted Phoebe looking all fine and fierce after the summer holiday. Heeeeeeey girl. She was cuddling with somebody he didn't know. But he was always down for a cuddle party. So he reached across the table, where he was sitting with MF, and reached for her hand to sQUEEzE it. "Your hair looks pretty." As per usssse. SPOILER!!: Noah Quote:
Originally Posted by Watson Noah turned his attention to someone who had caught his eye. There was a boy (Kale) who looked to be about his age dance/rocking out to some sort of song. He watched him, appreciating the guy's sense of beat. Maybe another potential person to recruit for a flash mob? Sweet. He waved to him. "Got an awesome song in your head?" he asked the other boy, noting the shoulder shimmies. "I'm Noah." "Always, mate," he smiled at Noah. With his free hand, he pointed to himself with his thumb and introduced himself, "M'Kale. Kale Trent." Excellent dancer, juggler and FAMOUS SON OF THE HEADMASTER. Which b-b-basically made him royalty.
Prince Kale.
Kale, the Duke of Dance-nation.
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