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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Mouseee! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Chelliephone The Mapy of Aryllshire was something was fascinating to her, for perhaps no reason other than it's existence. Sure, it wasn't that different from the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall, except while the Great Hall showed what was exactly outside - the Map or Argyllshire's magic reflected the entire countryside. It was amazing and she just liked to look at it. Maybe it was also just the closest thing to muggle news that she could get here - a type of weather forecasting.
Reaching the hall where the Map was located, she was making her way towards it when she tripped over something that was definitely there (her feet, she tripped on her feet) and dropped the bag from her shoulder which had contained a few different collections of her colored pencils. And just her luck, the tins opened and all across the hallway pencils went flying in different directions as she gave a tiny shriek. "Oh no! Watch out if anyone is coming!!"
Because while her feet were her own tripping hazard, she'd made a real one for everyone else.
Charlie was on the second floor only for the reason of reaching the fourth. There was a library book which needed to be returned and he was on his way to do exactly this. Passing by the map was a good idea the U17 Quidditch player had thought for that map was something quite special in his opinion. The colours which painted the map were usually quite pleasing to the eyes.
What startled him were the sound of things clattering on the floor and the warning words. The Swede’s brows knitted together as an open tin came rolling in his direction, bumped into his feet then cluttered before him. And were those pencils scattered across the floor? “Someone lost a tin that held cookies? And pencils?” Because Charlie saw the tin and his mind immediately jumped to Swedish cookies. Being a good human, the young man busied himself with gathering up the ‘debris’. |
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