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ArianaBlack · 04-02-2021, 03:21 AM

SPOILER!!: Quentin whew

It was true. Zoryn liked to hear the sound of her own voice. But we all have our vices, don't we? "That's a shame, could help with all the"—she looked down at the miserable lot of them—"ugly." Or...... maybe not. Can't shower away perpetual garbage face. Soz. Anyway, zombie brains were old news and talking about them any more would be doing a disservice to humanity. Besides, this funny hell horse was way more interesting. "That's weird. I've never seen a skeletor hippogriff at Hogwarts before. Just my dumb luck that they'd buy some after I graduated." Threstrals? Never ~~heard of~~ seen them (not before today). She'd tell Faith all about 'em though. Her wife was the one with an affinity for creatures; Zoryn only ever thrived when she could whack at balls #ProQuidditch.

In retrospect, burning the bridge wouldn't have been an all-together terrible idea, had it been done on purpose. As it was, however... "No, they were just being idiot sandwiches," she explained, as if that answered the question. "I'm Zoyn Chosen, who are you?" In any other scenario she may have had the audacity to be offended that he didn't know who she was, but now that he was carrying her bridal style into the Great Hall, she didn't feel the need to complain. BUT let the record show, even though she was bloodied and in pain, Zoryn Spinnet is NOT a damsel in distress!!!!

She didn't mind being carried though. This was proper nice. Also proper nice? Her angel's jawline. "Y'know, if I wasn't already wifed up..."

04-02-2021, 03:21 AM	#68 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,708 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1	Coming in from the Wooden Bridge doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: Quentin whew Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black He hadn't expected the little witch to be so... expressive? But once she was talking she didn't seem to want to stop. He had to laugh, his lips cracking into a smile as his rumbling chuckle escaped. Incredulous, Quentin shook his head. "Reckon they don't bathe much." He lightly said, flinching as an errant spell whizzed past his head. He dug in his heels, urging the Threstral - which he certainly shouldn't name but certainly wanted to, and perhaps he had already thought of a good one - higher, away from the danger, the dead bodies and the fire. Q wasn't sure what he was most eager to get away from. "She was being attacked by some cowards by the lake. I stunned them and left up tied up for the order to grab. Didn't feel right leaving her there." So he... brought her into battle. Perhaps not the best idea for her safety but it was certainly helping. The battle here had waned, any fool could see that. "Were they trying to burn down the bridge?" He asked, flinching away as the bridge, with a final roar, collapsed hard into the dark water far below. He couldn't have told you which side won, in fact, he wasn't sure there had been a winner in this game. "I'm taking you to the Great Hall... " He paused, gripping the bridle carefully in one hand, "What's your name?" and with that, he kicked in his heels and the Beater, the Herbologist and the Threstral were out of there. He'd have time to think... whatever they'd just witnessed... later. In Therapy. It was true. Zoryn liked to hear the sound of her own voice. But we all have our vices, don't we? "That's a shame, could help with all the"—she looked down at the miserable lot of them—"ugly." Or...... maybe not. Can't shower away perpetual garbage face. Soz. Anyway, zombie brains were old news and talking about them any more would be doing a disservice to humanity. Besides, this funny hell horse was way more interesting. "That's weird. I've never seen a skeletor hippogriff at Hogwarts before. Just my dumb luck that they'd buy some after I graduated." Threstrals? Never ~~heard of~~ seen them (not before today). She'd tell Faith all about 'em though. Her wife was the one with an affinity for creatures; Zoryn only ever thrived when she could whack at balls #ProQuidditch. In retrospect, burning the bridge wouldn't have been an all-together terrible idea, had it been done on purpose. As it was, however... "No, they were just being idiot sandwiches," she explained, as if that answered the question. "I'm Zoyn Chosen, who are you?" In any other scenario she may have had the audacity to be offended that he didn't know who she was, but now that he was carrying her bridal style into the Great Hall, she didn't feel the need to complain. BUT let the record show, even though she was bloodied and in pain, Zoryn Spinnet is NOT a damsel in distress!!!! She didn't mind being carried though. This was proper nice. Also proper nice? Her angel's jawline. "Y'know, if I wasn't already wifed up..." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!