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emjay · 04-13-2022, 11:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

At the invitation, Margaret promptly plopped onto the seat across from Karleigh, eyeing the pygmy puff slightly. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen one this close, aside from maybe at the shop. She shrugged. "I guess so? Summer means Quidditch. And no classes or exams." She was excited for that part. Not for the weird social life of the summer where she barely saw her school friends and spent most of her time with her brothers or Quidditch teammates.

"Do you? Have exciting plans?" she asked curiously. She didn't know Karleigh well, what with her being a Gryffindor girl and...Margaret not getting along well with a certain other Gryffindor girl and therefore generally avoiding the rest.

Karleigh noticed Margaret's brief attention towards her pygmy puff. "Oh, this is Sprinkles," she casually commented. "You can pet her if you want. She's very friendly." And extremely docile, as her little pet just sat there on the bench next to her without much activity.

"Oh, right, of course," she nodded. She remembered that Margaret played for one of the U17 teams. Her dad was a Quidditch referee and sometimes picked up the youth games over the summer. Sometimes she went too, to watch. "I like the no classes or exams part," she agreed with a small laugh. "How do you think you did on your OWLs?" She was really glad that was all over with now. It had been some year.

"Nothing too eventful, I don't think," she considered. "It's my birthday in a couple days and I'll have some dancing. My mum said my old studio closed so I'm going to be starting with a new one this summer." And she already knew people who took classes there, so hopefully it would be fun. And not more of the same from the past term.

04-13-2022, 11:54 PM	#6 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by Waddles At the invitation, Margaret promptly plopped onto the seat across from Karleigh, eyeing the pygmy puff slightly. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen one this close, aside from maybe at the shop. She shrugged. "I guess so? Summer means Quidditch. And no classes or exams." She was excited for that part. Not for the weird social life of the summer where she barely saw her school friends and spent most of her time with her brothers or Quidditch teammates. "Do you? Have exciting plans?" she asked curiously. She didn't know Karleigh well, what with her being a Gryffindor girl and...Margaret not getting along well with a certain other Gryffindor girl and therefore generally avoiding the rest. Karleigh noticed Margaret's brief attention towards her pygmy puff. "Oh, this is Sprinkles," she casually commented. "You can pet her if you want. She's very friendly." And extremely docile, as her little pet just sat there on the bench next to her without much activity. "Oh, right, of course," she nodded. She remembered that Margaret played for one of the U17 teams. Her dad was a Quidditch referee and sometimes picked up the youth games over the summer. Sometimes she went too, to watch. "I like the no classes or exams part," she agreed with a small laugh. "How do you think you did on your OWLs?" She was really glad that was all over with now. It had been some year. "Nothing too eventful, I don't think," she considered. "It's my birthday in a couple days and I'll have some dancing. My mum said my old studio closed so I'm going to be starting with a new one this summer." And she already knew people who took classes there, so hopefully it would be fun. And not more of the same from the past term. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line