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SilverTiger · 11-06-2021, 02:06 AM

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone

Was there anything more magical than the game room?

Okay, well in the literal sense, yes - nearly every other part of Ilvermony was more magical, but in the excitement sense, Tinsley would argue no, there was not. There was nothing like getting to take a break from studying and just enjoying being a child for a little bit and play games to take some of the stress off. Her personal favorite was pool, but usually unless there was someone else around she could connive into playing with her, she'd manage to find other means of entertainment.

Like pinball today. She was not good at pinball, really not even convinced someone could be, but that didn't mean she couldn't get enjoyment from it. Getting set up and starting game number one, the ball managed to go straight into the hole signifying the end rather quickly. So she pulled her curls back into a ponytail and tried again.

Same result.

"I wonder if there's a record for fastest loss for pinball." She mused out loud, getting set up for another game. She was NOT a quitter.

The game room wasn’t a particular haunt, not usually. Rosalie was much more often found outdoors, or anywhere she could possibly find a canvas to create her artworks on. Most of her old stuff had been vanished, probably by a professor or somebody else who wasn’t the type to see it as something to be proud of. She was still proud of the projects, even the chalk drawings that had been washed away by rainstorms. At least she was getting it out there for people to see.

Except, today wasn’t a day for looking for a wall to decorate. Even if she still had a few cans of Muggle spray paint and sticks of chalk in her bag, just in case. She was just wandering, avoiding tackling the latest homework assignments. She’d grinned as she’d heard the sentence that had spilled from Tinsley’s lips, though.

“Probably,” she replied, walking over to join her at the pinball machines. “I’m not sure anyone here cares to keep track, though.” If they had, something would be posted somewhere. People here seemed to like acting competitive, over just about everything.

11-06-2021, 02:06 AM	#4 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	*claims* Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Chelliephone Was there anything more magical than the game room? Okay, well in the literal sense, yes - nearly every other part of Ilvermony was more magical, but in the excitement sense, Tinsley would argue no, there was not. There was nothing like getting to take a break from studying and just enjoying being a child for a little bit and play games to take some of the stress off. Her personal favorite was pool, but usually unless there was someone else around she could connive into playing with her, she'd manage to find other means of entertainment. Like pinball today. She was not good at pinball, really not even convinced someone could be, but that didn't mean she couldn't get enjoyment from it. Getting set up and starting game number one, the ball managed to go straight into the hole signifying the end rather quickly. So she pulled her curls back into a ponytail and tried again. Same result. "I wonder if there's a record for fastest loss for pinball." She mused out loud, getting set up for another game. She was NOT a quitter. The game room wasn’t a particular haunt, not usually. Rosalie was much more often found outdoors, or anywhere she could possibly find a canvas to create her artworks on. Most of her old stuff had been vanished, probably by a professor or somebody else who wasn’t the type to see it as something to be proud of. She was still proud of the projects, even the chalk drawings that had been washed away by rainstorms. At least she was getting it out there for people to see. Except, today wasn’t a day for looking for a wall to decorate. Even if she still had a few cans of Muggle spray paint and sticks of chalk in her bag, just in case. She was just wandering, avoiding tackling the latest homework assignments. She’d grinned as she’d heard the sentence that had spilled from Tinsley’s lips, though. “Probably,” she replied, walking over to join her at the pinball machines. “I’m not sure anyone here cares to keep track, though.” If they had, something would be posted somewhere. People here seemed to like acting competitive, over just about everything. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥