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BanaBatGirl · 10-02-2023, 09:20 PM

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Originally Posted by aRogueOne

It took Hooper a moment to realise that someone was getting closer to him, the echoes of their footsteps being masked by the wind, but he did eventually hear them slowly crossing the bridge towards him. Forcing himself to turn away from the ravine, mostly because he felt like an icicle, he turned towards the oncoming student with a frosty expression. “I’ve been better, I’ll be honest,” he replied a small shiver running down his spine causing his body to erupt into goosebumps. Looking up, he almost expected it to start snowing at any moment but thankfully, the weather seemed to just be holding off, hopefully until he could make it into the castle by a fire.

Feeling like he owed this younger Slytherin an explanation ~~for some reason~~, Hooper continued, “I went jogging this morning and figured that I’d be so warm jogging that I wouldn’t feel the cold. I was wrong.” Some people might argue that a Gryffindor admitting they were wrong was a rare sight. Hooper had no issues doing as such however, especially when it was so plainly etched across his face and the damp, sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to his body. “Are you out here exercising too or…” his words tailing off now as he caught sight of her gloved hands.

Doesn’t look like it.

She could see the goosebumps on his arms, poor thing. Was looking a bit like the plucked duck at Gran's before she roasted it for Christmas dinner, he was. Zara felt sorry for the Gryffindor's folly, enough so that she reached into her messenger bag and withdrew two things, the first of which she gestured for him to take, as it was her precious sketchbook and she wasn't about to drop that into the ravine today.

The second item was, much to the lucky lion's benefit, a thick school scarf in silver and green, of course. Clucking softly as though she were a mum, Zara draped the scarf around the boy's neck and tucked him in. "Next time you should really wear a sweatshirt," she advised unnecessarily. "Or cast a charm or something."

She held her hand out to take the sketchbook back. "No, I was looking for inspiration for my next landscape or," she tilted her head and looked him up and down slowly, "...portrait." Yes, he would do. She liked the challenge of drawing plucked chicken skin on a human form. She'd never done goosebumps before.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by aRogueOne It took Hooper a moment to realise that someone was getting closer to him, the echoes of their footsteps being masked by the wind, but he did eventually hear them slowly crossing the bridge towards him. Forcing himself to turn away from the ravine, mostly because he felt like an icicle, he turned towards the oncoming student with a frosty expression. “I’ve been better, I’ll be honest,” he replied a small shiver running down his spine causing his body to erupt into goosebumps. Looking up, he almost expected it to start snowing at any moment but thankfully, the weather seemed to just be holding off, hopefully until he could make it into the castle by a fire. Feeling like he owed this younger Slytherin an explanation ~~for some reason~~, Hooper continued, “I went jogging this morning and figured that I’d be so warm jogging that I wouldn’t feel the cold. I was wrong.” Some people might argue that a Gryffindor admitting they were wrong was a rare sight. Hooper had no issues doing as such however, especially when it was so plainly etched across his face and the damp, sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to his body. “Are you out here exercising too or…” his words tailing off now as he caught sight of her gloved hands. Doesn’t look like it. She could see the goosebumps on his arms, poor thing. Was looking a bit like the plucked duck at Gran's before she roasted it for Christmas dinner, he was. Zara felt sorry for the Gryffindor's folly, enough so that she reached into her messenger bag and withdrew two things, the first of which she gestured for him to take, as it was her precious sketchbook and she wasn't about to drop that into the ravine today. The second item was, much to the lucky lion's benefit, a thick school scarf in silver and green, of course. Clucking softly as though she were a mum, Zara draped the scarf around the boy's neck and tucked him in. "Next time you should really wear a sweatshirt," she advised unnecessarily. "Or cast a charm or something." She held her hand out to take the sketchbook back. "No, I was looking for inspiration for my next landscape or," she tilted her head and looked him up and down slowly, "...portrait." Yes, he would do. She liked the challenge of drawing plucked chicken skin on a human form. She'd never done goosebumps before. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind