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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Delilah! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Delilah rubbed the top of her head. It didn't really hurt that bad. Just a little. Her pride was bruised more than anything. Maybe nobody saw it happen, and she could just go on about her life like nothing embarrassing ever happened.
Oh. Well. Nevermind.
GREAT.
She felt her face redden just a little as she turned toward Jude. "Yeah. I'm good," she said. "Thanks, though." She gave the shelf a quick glare, as if it had feelings and could tell she was mad at it. Oh, well If it made her feel better, then so be it! "Jude, right?" She'd seen him in a few classes but never really talked to him.
She picked up a random box on a shelf, turned it around to look at it, and said, "Frog spawn soap? Gross." She promptly put it back on the shelf. "So what are you in here for?" she asked.
Oh yes. Jude DID see that, Delilah. He would have told her that her pride had nothing to worry about, especially when he had been forced to do an unceremonious bit of ducking to save himself. He felt slightly self conscious about it.
Jude came to a stop before the firstie, choosing to ignore her red face. Best to not draw attention to that should he embarrass her further. “No problem,’’ came his cheerful remark, looking to lighten the mood. “Yes, that’s me!’’ Ryder might be his first name but he’d always preferred going by Jude; there were literally two handfuls of people who knew this fact about him.
The Hufflepuff wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Imagine going to take a bath and finding tadpoles swimming around in the water.” He pointed further down the aisle. “I’d rather have to deal with the nose-biting teacup.” As for what he was doing here… “Just looking around. I’m not into pranks. My older sister is the one who got those genes.” Chuckling, he continued, “What about you? Thinking of pranking your friends?” |
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