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emjay · 05-04-2020, 03:07 AM

SPOILER!!: Kale, Bernie, Phoebe

Quote:

Originally Posted by pundantic

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???

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.

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.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Bernie was being snugged by Phoebe, her co-momma, her good friend. Bernie gave her a nuzzle back, like as if Bernie was Beans and Phoebe was Phoebe. "I met him in Diagon Alley," she confirmed about the older boy. Did Phoebe just....shut her eyes in his direction? Weird. S'weird. "He was looking at mustache-growing products because he couldn't grow his own." Bernie was now an expert on male facial hair; one mustache Becky Rasting to confirm.

Meanwhile, there were BOYS of THEIR AGE sitting nearby now, and Bernie gave them both a good STAAAARE. One was the Headmaster's son, who didn't KNOW her?! Wow. Okay. So she was a persona non grata now, officially, to all the Trents in this school? Cool cool cool ~~not hurtful at all~~ cool cool. This was fine, she'd just....just lay low this year, per KALE'S DAD'S orders and all that. Fine. Whatever. Kale was probably a tattle-tale ANYWAY.

Bernie sniffed in Morgan's direction, though. He'd at least had the decency to invite her to his birthday party. "We're talking about mustaches," she informed the McCarthy.

Then the Headmaster's speech happened, Bernie got called out BIG TIME, and she blushed and felt like putting her head down again. How was she going to sneak off to the Hufflepuff table when she'd just been reminded about her FINAL NOTICE????

Still blushing, she began piling things on her plate, since the food was here and she should eat it while it was still hot. Oh Cole. Cole made her think of Claudine, which made Bernie feel saddened again. "It's okay, Cole." No, no one had been mean to her ON the train but rather ONCE THEY'D GOTTEN OFF the train. Sigh sigh sigh. She was fine now though, see? Fine, JUST FINE, and the food was here and she was going to sneak off to the Hufflepuff table as soon as she'd finished eating.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Oh, okay... Phoebe returned to cuddling Bernie, because girlfriend was in a real MOOD. She could pet Other Momma's hair and still pay attention to the rest of the table, to the Headmaster, and to the sudden appearance of food, whenever that happened. FOOD food food. "What if we all grew mustaches, just to show him how? And showed up for class tomorrow with them? What if we put it in the orange juice in the morning?"

Oh, MORGAN was there. "We were talking about you, Morgan Mac, but now you're here and we can talk to you instead. Happy birthday. Let's have cake in the common room later." She would have cake without an accompanying birthday party, but in this case... there was a birthday. There would be cake. Period the end.

Thinking of cake made her HUNGRY. Phoebe grabbed hold of Kale's hand when he offered it, and then she refused to let go. "Your hair looks pretty too." He was gettin' to be such a smooth talker, did he know? But he seemed a little subdued, and that bummed her out. Outrageous!Kale was best Kale. Her favorite kind of Kale. "Want to do somethin' fun later?"

OH THANK MERLIN. FOOD. She untangled from Bernie!cuddling and reached for the mashed potatoes. "That Headman is getting super stressed out and bossy. I think he needs a yoga retreat."

Oh... So Kale hadn't been on the train at all. No wonder Morgan hadn't seen him. It had definitely been disappointing, but nothing to dwell on now.

Wait.... was he mad at him? Morgan looked curiously at Kale's scrunched nose, his expression colored with confusion. "No. I said he was. On the train. Not now." Did he expect him to sit ALONE? Like some friendless loser, just because Kale had to come with his dad? Didn't he know he was still his bro and best mate?

One person Kale didn't seem to be mad at all at was Phoebe, because... um, they were holding hands. He looked between the two of them, wondering just WHAT was going on between them, and was just about to say something to that effect when Bernie caught his attention. Why was she staring at him like that?

"Mustaches, huh?" He rubbed the spot above his upper lip with his finger. Was there peach fuzz there? He was pretty sure of it. He shifted his eyes back to Phoebe. Were they talking about him and his lack of mustache?? "I bet I can grow one," he informed her confidently. He hadn't yet, but that didn't mean he couldn't. And you know what? Morgan Mac was ALMOST as cool a nickname as MF. He liked it.

And he also liked cake, the offer of it making him grin. "Okay! You mean tonight after the feast?" Because there MIGHT be cake for that anyway. "Or a different day? And can it be chocolate with vanilla frosting, because that's my favorite."

And it was speech time already, thank Merlin! Morgan was hungry, but he tried to listen. He tried really hard, even through his grumbly tummy. But the second the food appeared, he reached for an extra large helping of potatoes. FOOD!

05-04-2020, 03:07 AM	#47 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent SPOILER!!: Kale, Bernie, Phoebe Quote: Originally Posted by pundantic 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??? 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. 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. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl** Bernie was being snugged by Phoebe, her co-momma, her good friend. Bernie gave her a nuzzle back, like as if Bernie was Beans and Phoebe was Phoebe. "I met him in Diagon Alley," she confirmed about the older boy. Did Phoebe just....shut her eyes in his direction? Weird. S'weird. "He was looking at mustache-growing products because he couldn't grow his own." Bernie was now an expert on male facial hair; one mustache Becky Rasting to confirm. Meanwhile, there were BOYS of THEIR AGE sitting nearby now, and Bernie gave them both a good STAAAARE. One was the Headmaster's son, who didn't KNOW her?! Wow. Okay. So she was a persona non grata now, officially, to all the Trents in this school? Cool cool cool ~~not hurtful at all~~ cool cool. This was fine, she'd just....just lay low this year, per KALE'S DAD'S orders and all that. Fine. Whatever. Kale was probably a tattle-tale ANYWAY. Bernie sniffed in Morgan's direction, though. He'd at least had the decency to invite her to his birthday party. "We're talking about mustaches," she informed the McCarthy. Then the Headmaster's speech happened, Bernie got called out BIG TIME, and she blushed and felt like putting her head down again. How was she going to sneak off to the Hufflepuff table when she'd just been reminded about her FINAL NOTICE???? Still blushing, she began piling things on her plate, since the food was here and she should eat it while it was still hot. Oh Cole. Cole made her think of Claudine, which made Bernie feel saddened again. "It's okay, Cole." No, no one had been mean to her ON the train but rather ONCE THEY'D GOTTEN OFF the train. Sigh sigh sigh. She was fine now though, see? Fine, JUST FINE, and the food was here and she was going to sneak off to the Hufflepuff table as soon as she'd finished eating. Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin Oh, okay... Phoebe returned to cuddling Bernie, because girlfriend was in a real MOOD. She could pet Other Momma's hair and still pay attention to the rest of the table, to the Headmaster, and to the sudden appearance of food, whenever that happened. FOOD food food. "What if we all grew mustaches, just to show him how? And showed up for class tomorrow with them? What if we put it in the orange juice in the morning?" Oh, MORGAN was there. "We were talking about you, Morgan Mac, but now you're here and we can talk to you instead. Happy birthday. Let's have cake in the common room later." She would have cake without an accompanying birthday party, but in this case... there was a birthday. There would be cake. Period the end. Thinking of cake made her HUNGRY. Phoebe grabbed hold of Kale's hand when he offered it, and then she refused to let go. "Your hair looks pretty too." He was gettin' to be such a smooth talker, did he know? But he seemed a little subdued, and that bummed her out. Outrageous!Kale was best Kale. Her favorite kind of Kale. "Want to do somethin' fun later?" OH THANK MERLIN. FOOD. She untangled from Bernie!cuddling and reached for the mashed potatoes. "That Headman is getting super stressed out and bossy. I think he needs a yoga retreat." Oh... So Kale hadn't been on the train at all. No wonder Morgan hadn't seen him. It had definitely been disappointing, but nothing to dwell on now. Wait.... was he mad at him? Morgan looked curiously at Kale's scrunched nose, his expression colored with confusion. *"No. I said he was. On the train. Not now."* Did he expect him to sit ALONE? Like some friendless loser, just because Kale had to come with his dad? Didn't he know he was still his bro and best mate? One person Kale didn't seem to be mad at all at was Phoebe, because... um, they were holding hands. He looked between the two of them, wondering just WHAT was going on between them, and was just about to say something to that effect when Bernie caught his attention. Why was she staring at him like that? "Mustaches, huh?" He rubbed the spot above his upper lip with his finger. Was there peach fuzz there? He was pretty sure of it. He shifted his eyes back to Phoebe. Were they talking about him and his lack of mustache?? "I bet I can grow one," he informed her confidently. He hadn't yet, but that didn't mean he couldn't. And you know what? Morgan Mac was ALMOST as cool a nickname as MF. He liked it. And he also liked cake, the offer of it making him grin. "Okay! You mean tonight after the feast?" Because there MIGHT be cake for that anyway. "Or a different day? And can it be chocolate with vanilla frosting, because that's my favorite." And it was speech time already, thank Merlin! Morgan was hungry, but he tried to listen. He tried really hard, even through his grumbly tummy. But the second the food appeared, he reached for an extra large helping of potatoes. FOOD! __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line