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BanaBatGirl · 08-02-2021, 02:55 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Finneas was sat inside his office, as one does. Feet propped up on his desk, a cup of tea in one hand and a letter in the other. He had read over the letter several times now and he wasn't reading over it now. He was simply staring into The Void (TM) and thinking the Big Thoughts. Decisions were never one of his strongest skills and his friend was asking him to make a big one.

But, er, thankfully he had time to decide annnnnnnnnnnnd what better way to put off the decision than to answer the door.

He nearly jumped out of his socks (whew!), when he heard the knocks. It took him a few seconds to put his feet on the floor (splashing a nice pattern of tea on his button-down) and put away his letter, but once he did all that, Schmoe flicked his wands towards the door. "Come in," he called from the Inside.

"Er, ah, hello, Bernadette!"

Time for the yearly pilgrimage, already? "Tea?"

Bernie dragged herself into Schmoe's office a bit like a slug, somehow managing to open the door and also getting it closed in one smooth motion? Yes, the door closed itself. Maybe there was a draft. Maybe there was a ghost nearby. Who knew.

She cleared her throat and slumped into a beanbag chair. Tea? "Suuuuuuuuuure," the sixth-year sniffled. "I'm just here to say goodbye before I drop out of school."

Yes, that's all then.

Bernie shook her head suddenly and pointed to an empty spot on Schmoe's desk. "What happened to your girlfriend? Did she break up with you?" How relatable??????

08-02-2021, 02:55 PM	#44 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	pretend this isn't 500 years late or anything cough Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Finneas was sat inside his office, as one does. Feet propped up on his desk, a cup of tea in one hand and a letter in the other. He had read over the letter several times now and he wasn't reading over it now. He was simply staring into The Void (TM) and thinking the Big Thoughts. Decisions were never one of his strongest skills and his friend was asking him to make a big one. But, er, thankfully he had time to decide annnnnnnnnnnnd what better way to put off the decision than to answer the door. He nearly jumped out of his socks (whew!), when he heard the knocks. It took him a few seconds to put his feet on the floor (splashing a nice pattern of tea on his button-down) and put away his letter, but once he did all that, Schmoe flicked his wands towards the door. "Come in," he called from the Inside. "Er, ah, hello, Bernadette!" Time for the yearly pilgrimage, already? "Tea?" Bernie dragged herself into Schmoe's office a bit like a slug, somehow managing to open the door and also getting it closed in one smooth motion? Yes, the door closed itself. Maybe there was a draft. Maybe there was a ghost nearby. Who knew. She cleared her throat and slumped into a beanbag chair. Tea? "Suuuuuuuuuure," the sixth-year sniffled. "I'm just here to say goodbye before I drop out of school." Yes, that's all then. Bernie shook her head suddenly and pointed to an empty spot on Schmoe's desk. "What happened to your girlfriend? Did she break up with you?" How relatable??????