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DaniDiNardo · 10-30-2020, 01:43 PM

For the longest while, Emmerson just stood with her mouth agape and her brows creased while Professor W went on about her irresponsibility.

There were only so many things she could keep up with and when there was homework and boys and bestfriends and dancing and stunts practice and meals, WHO honestly could remember the trip was for the whole weekend--okay, she did--but who could remember you had to pack?

Dejected, Emmerson trudged her way over to one Phoebe James, the person she would be attaching herself to for the weekend.

Why? Because even when she made a mess of things, Fifi let her stay around and never lectured her, much.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Castaspell

Phoebe was glad that she arrived safely via portkey, although she immediately fell hard into Schmoe. She managed to stay upright, but whether or not he could survive a full body impact with a fourth year was another thing altogether. Good luck, duck.

"Don't sell yourself short, sir. I bet you could beat Williamson in a wrestling match, if you really wanted to," she held her stomach and briefly considered throwing up before... getting over it. All okay. Ahem, time to move on. "Thanks for the ride, sir. Watch those ankles!" She skipped off to drop her bag and make use of the FIREBUILDING skills.

"Flammae Caeruleum." The snow at her feet melted. Perfect little puddle.

So THIS was the portkey she'd taken over to this palce and when they got there, she sullenly followed the girl at her own pace. Not skipping, but she followed, shoving at the other girl who tried to put her things next to Fifi's bunk before she could.

This was hers.

Back outside, she went and positioned herself not smack against the older girl's side but close enough that most might be uncomfortable and watched the demonstration of spells being cast by the Professor then others.

After seeing the puddle Fifi made, Emm tugged at her shirt. "How'd you do that so good?"

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite For the longest while, Emmerson just stood with her mouth agape and her brows creased while Professor W went on about her irresponsibility. There were only so many things she could keep up with and when there was homework and boys and bestfriends and dancing and stunts practice and meals, WHO honestly could remember the trip was for the whole weekend--okay, she did--but who could remember you had to pack? Dejected, Emmerson trudged her way over to one Phoebe James, the person she would be attaching herself to for the weekend. Why? Because even when she made a mess of things, Fifi let her stay around and never lectured her, much. Quote: Originally Posted by Castaspell Phoebe was glad that she arrived safely via portkey, although she immediately fell hard into Schmoe. She managed to stay upright, but whether or not he could survive a full body impact with a fourth year was another thing altogether. Good luck, duck. "Don't sell yourself short, sir. I bet you could beat Williamson in a wrestling match, if you really wanted to," she held her stomach and briefly considered throwing up before... getting over it. All okay. Ahem, time to move on. "Thanks for the ride, sir. Watch those ankles!" She skipped off to drop her bag and make use of the FIREBUILDING skills. "Flammae Caeruleum." The snow at her feet melted. Perfect little puddle. So THIS was the portkey she'd taken over to this palce and when they got there, she sullenly followed the girl at her own pace. Not skipping, but she followed, shoving at the other girl who tried to put her things next to Fifi's bunk before she could. This was hers. Back outside, she went and positioned herself not smack against the older girl's side but close enough that most might be uncomfortable and watched the demonstration of spells being cast by the Professor then others. After seeing the puddle Fifi made, Emm tugged at her shirt. "How'd you do that so good?" __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.