A Poop * k8 *
So the Hufflepuff COULD handle a little sass. That was nice to know. It meant maaaaybe they could be friends at some point. "Well..that's good." Was all she said in reply. She moved from the lotus position into downward dog, holding her breath for a few seconds as she let her body get used to the new position. Sometimes if she was dehydrated she would get fuzzy when she moved positions, but luckily that did not happen today! This was why hydration was important!
OoOOooOOoh! Aboli didn't know Kimmie was from frickin' ALASKA. "Wait--" she sat back on her bottom, looking over at her. "You're from ALASKA? Whoah...how is that? Is it cold? Is it dark? Does it snow year-round? Is that why your accent is so weird?" She had a million questions! Her love of the sun made sense. "Oh, I'm from here. We live in Sussex. My house is actually really cool," she grinned. "I guess when I saw HERE I mean...The UK. Not Scotland." Aboli did not have that accent thank you very much!
Maybe Aboli's voice was soothing when she was in yoga!mode. "I don't think it's conducive to yell at people. But sometimes....it's just out of your control." Aboli had come a long way from the spoiled TANTRUM throwing child she had been. But her mother...was so patient with her. She didn't believe in yelling..yada yaaaaa.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |