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Waddles · 09-20-2021, 03:02 AM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Honestly, Florrie wasn't an autumn fan at all. She loved summer and winter, but the inbetween that was autumn was just not a vibe. With a cosy jumper on (that was plucked from the closet of one Misa Couture - the perks of a best friend with an autumnal wardrobe), Florrie headed to the Common Room from her dorm.

Spotting Mamie, she proceeded to flop onto the couch closest to her, getting a strange sense of deja vu. "Can you do the splits?" she asked lazily, pulling a bottle of nail polish from her bag. Because this was pretty much the exact spot where she'd properly met Flynn and he'd been doing just that.

Blah blah blah, wizard's chess, blah blah, abraxans...when would they get to Quidditch? The good stuff. Stretching only involved so much of her brain, after all. At Florrie's appearance, however, Margaret grinned and reached up to turn down the radio. "No, I can't do the splits," she said, frowning at the...perhaps unsurprising question, given her stretching position. "Can you?" She didn't think Florrie was the gymnast sort, but people surprised her every day.

"This is as split as I get," she added, stretching a bit more to demonstrate. If only she hadn't quit ballet, maybe she'd be closer. Maybe she could find time for it next summer. Between Quidditch and whatever tutoring her parents forced her into.

09-20-2021, 03:02 AM	#4 (permalink)
Waddles Re'em Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 19,518 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year	Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Honestly, Florrie wasn't an autumn fan at all. She loved summer and winter, but the inbetween that was autumn was just not a vibe. With a cosy jumper on (that was plucked from the closet of one Misa Couture - the perks of a best friend with an autumnal wardrobe), Florrie headed to the Common Room from her dorm. Spotting Mamie, she proceeded to flop onto the couch closest to her, getting a strange sense of deja vu. "Can you do the splits?" she asked lazily, pulling a bottle of nail polish from her bag. Because this was pretty much the exact spot where she'd properly met Flynn and he'd been doing just that. Blah blah blah, wizard's chess, blah blah, abraxans...when would they get to Quidditch? The good stuff. Stretching only involved so much of her brain, after all. At Florrie's appearance, however, Margaret grinned and reached up to turn down the radio. "No, I can't do the splits," she said, frowning at the...perhaps unsurprising question, given her stretching position. "Can you?" She didn't think Florrie was the gymnast sort, but people surprised her every day. "This is as split as I get," she added, stretching a bit more to demonstrate. If only she hadn't quit ballet, maybe she'd be closer. Maybe she could find time for it next summer. Between Quidditch and whatever tutoring her parents forced her into. __________________