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Lissy Longbottom · 07-11-2023, 01:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

This job fair presented rather tough decisions for the third year. It was hard, y'know, having to choose?

Food or athletics?

As always, food won. Making a beeline for the refreshments table, Violeta ignored anyone else there. She had one goal at the moment, and that was grab some food and then head over on to the athletic tables. She stacked a plate up with turkey sandwich (for higher protein purposes), chips (for carbohydrate, aka energy, purposes), and fried pickles because skipping pickles was a SIN.

Moritz wasn't sure why he was here. In true Moritz Schultz fashion, he had not one, not two, but THREE possible career paths planned out for himself. He really didn't need a career fair to tell him what to do with his life. But, it was a nice break from studying, and OWLs were just a few weeks away - it was crunch time!

He had perused a few of the booths, not really paying much attention to any of the stuff they had lying around, when something else caught his attention. Or should he say SOMEONE else. Instantly he grinned to himself and he headed over to the refreshment table, making a beeline for his quidditch practice buddy.

"Let me guess - you're taking up a career in competitive eating," he said with a grin as he approached, eyeing the plate she was currently piling food onto. Why was he even surprised?

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Lissy Longbottom Potterdom Mod Book Club Mod Giant Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Ferrix: GMT-6 Posts: 56,908 Hogwarts RPG Name: Moritz Schultz (#0f667e) Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nancy Schultz (#ac6f77) Hufflepuff Fourth Year x11 x1	curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - chicken emoji - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz This job fair presented rather tough decisions for the third year. It was hard, y'know, having to choose? Food or athletics? As always, food won. Making a beeline for the refreshments table, Violeta ignored anyone else there. She had one goal at the moment, and that was grab some food and then head over on to the athletic tables. She stacked a plate up with turkey sandwich (for higher protein purposes), chips (for carbohydrate, aka energy, purposes), and fried pickles because skipping pickles was a SIN. Moritz wasn't sure why he was here. In true Moritz Schultz fashion, he had not one, not two, but THREE possible career paths planned out for himself. He really didn't need a career fair to tell him what to do with his life. But, it was a nice break from studying, and OWLs were just a few weeks away - it was crunch time! He had perused a few of the booths, not really paying much attention to any of the stuff they had lying around, when something else caught his attention. Or should he say SOMEONE else. Instantly he grinned to himself and he headed over to the refreshment table, making a beeline for his quidditch practice buddy. "Let me guess - you're taking up a career in competitive eating," he said with a grin as he approached, eyeing the plate she was currently piling food onto. Why was he even surprised? __________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid