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Upon hearing Grantham's voice, Nem turned their head to look at her in such away that most of the lower half of their face stayed effectively mufflered in the neck of their jacket. They didn't reply right away, not until she was sitting as well.

"'Course I kept it," Nem said, tilting their head up slightly so their voice could be better heard. "What did you think I'd do with it?"

They stayed perfectly still over on their side of the bench, and made no attempt to approach, or enter Grantham's personal space - it wouldn't do to go poking the bear right now. Nem did, however, keep their eyes fixed firmly on her. "You okay?"

01-28-2021, 11:19 AM	#9 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,171 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	hehehehe Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: it u Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Bernadette had been in a mood lately, and not just because none of her plans were working out. It may have been a result of normal teenagery things and growing pains and all that (though, alas, she was as short as ever) but perhaps it was also because she was finally coming to the conclusion that just because one turned of age at some point in one's lifetime... did not mean one had all the answers. She could have kicked something (maybe even a cat, and she loved cats) with her pent-up frustration. Such were the Grantham thoughts, from time to time. Even a blind pig can find an acorn in the forest and so on and so forth. The fifth-year was a bundle of emotions in addition to a literal bundle of fun crocheted mittens and scarves and thick coats and things as she blustered around the pathways, walking the opposite direction from a certain classmate, and yet nearly encountering the same bench at the same time. She bit back a rude comment but only because she spotted a certain green, rather homemade hat on this classmate's head. It matched her mittens, in fact. Imagine that. "I made that hat." Had she said that aloud? Bernadette eyed the Upstead from head to toe, because obviously it was Nemesis. Who else lurked on benches with their long ridiculous legs stretched out so some clumsy first year could just trip on them. She sat down on the other side of the bench, still eying the hat. "And you kept it." Surprisingly, this did lighten her tornado of a mood. Upon hearing Grantham's voice, Nem turned their head to look at her in such away that most of the lower half of their face stayed effectively mufflered in the neck of their jacket. They didn't reply right away, not until she was sitting as well. "'Course I kept it," Nem said, tilting their head up slightly so their voice could be better heard. "What did you think I'd do with it?" They stayed perfectly still over on their side of the bench, and made no attempt to approach, or enter Grantham's personal space - it wouldn't do to go poking the bear right now. Nem did, however, keep their eyes fixed firmly on her. "You okay?" __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!