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aRogueOne · 12-24-2020, 01:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Thatonepottergirl

The tiny girl's excitement was palpable. She was all wild hair and messy robes and sticky globs of Butterbeer ice cream (with toffee pieces, of course) dripping down her palms as she skipped her way through the tables. It was truly a wonder she hadn't managed to spill ice cream on her shopping bag, but alas, it had been magically extended to hold her new robes and books and everything in between, and she figured she was in enough trouble with her mum as it was. So, yeah. She was trying to be extra careful with that, lest she get in even more trouble right before her FIRST YEAR AT HOGWARTS began.

WOOOHOOOOO. She could SIIIIIING right now just thinking about it.

Okay, okay, she was calm, swear on Merlin.

She spotted a girl who looked around her age sitting at one of the tables and approached her eagerly. Maybe she went to Hogwarts? Maybe she was a first year too? Regardless, this was her chance to make friends. Or...friend, singular. Better than nothing, she supposed.

"Ummmm hiiiii, can I sit with you?" She smiled at the girl. Hopefully she didn't have ice cream on her face. Or in her hair.

Completely engrossed in a weird old gentleman with a rather large top hat and peculiar sun glasses, Ingrid didn’t notice the girl skipping through the tables. Neither did she notice the butterbeer ice cream dripping down her palms. No, it wasn’t until she appeared out of the blue standing in front of her did the freckly, Scottish girl look around at her with a mixed expression. Between the cave girl hair and the lumps of ice cream splattered all over her, Ingrid didn’t whether to take a step back in disgust or burst out laughing.

Giggling a little, Ingrid plopped another scoop of ice cream into her mouth and nodded, pushing out the chair opposite her with her foot as she bit into another chunk of shortcake. After a moment, she finished her mouthful and grinned wide. “You know, it tastes better if you don’t have to lick it off your palms?”, her smile only slightly teasing as she nodded to the lumps that looked as though they were beginning to dry and OH GOD, THERE WERE EVEN LUMPS IN HER HAIR!

With a little chuckle, Ingrid pulled a few napkins over from the pile she’d collected as she bought her ice cream and slid them over the table towards the girl. “For your hair”.

12-24-2020, 01:19 AM	#197 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Thatonepottergirl The tiny girl's excitement was palpable. She was all wild hair and messy robes and sticky globs of Butterbeer ice cream (with toffee pieces, of course) dripping down her palms as she skipped her way through the tables. It was truly a wonder she hadn't managed to spill ice cream on her shopping bag, but alas, it had been magically extended to hold her new robes and books and everything in between, and she figured she was in enough trouble with her mum as it was. So, yeah. She was trying to be extra careful with that, lest she get in even more trouble right before her FIRST YEAR AT HOGWARTS began. WOOOHOOOOO. She could SIIIIIING right now just thinking about it. Okay, okay, she was calm, swear on Merlin. She spotted a girl who looked around her age sitting at one of the tables and approached her eagerly. Maybe she went to Hogwarts? Maybe she was a first year too? Regardless, this was her chance to make friends. Or...friend, singular. Better than nothing, she supposed. "Ummmm hiiiii, can I sit with you?" She smiled at the girl. Hopefully she didn't have ice cream on her face. Or in her hair. Completely engrossed in a weird old gentleman with a rather large top hat and peculiar sun glasses, Ingrid didn’t notice the girl skipping through the tables. Neither did she notice the butterbeer ice cream dripping down her palms. No, it wasn’t until she appeared out of the blue standing in front of her did the freckly, Scottish girl look around at her with a mixed expression. Between the cave girl hair and the lumps of ice cream splattered all over her, Ingrid didn’t whether to take a step back in disgust or burst out laughing. Giggling a little, Ingrid plopped another scoop of ice cream into her mouth and nodded, pushing out the chair opposite her with her foot as she bit into another chunk of shortcake. After a moment, she finished her mouthful and grinned wide. “You know, it tastes better if you don’t have to lick it off your palms?”, her smile only slightly teasing as she nodded to the lumps that looked as though they were beginning to dry and OH GOD, THERE WERE EVEN LUMPS IN HER HAIR! With a little chuckle, Ingrid pulled a few napkins over from the pile she’d collected as she bought her ice cream and slid them over the table towards the girl. “For your hair”.