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Lexia_Black · 06-08-2008, 07:44 PM

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Cleo stomped through the castle, her lips pursed into a tight pout. She wasn't amused. In fact, she was unamused. The sound of heels clacking against the stone floors was echoing around the corridors as she stormed towards the dungeons. Argh! She spat the password at the concealed entrance and walked into the common room.

OOFT!

Cleo went flying as she tripped over a huge, squishy mass that appeared to be crawling around on the floor. Arms flailing madly, she went crashing to the floor. Her blood boiled as she smacked onto the hard stone, and she scrambled to her feet in a flash of pale limbs and blonde curls. "What are you doing, Kate?!" She exclaimed, or rather, snarled.

What kind of idiot lay on the floor?

Kate obviously.

"And why are you wearing that?" Cleo added, gesturing to Stella's spangly bath robe. Goodness! Surely four in the afternoon was a bit early to be sneaking off to the prefect's bathroom. Yeesh. Kicking her heels off in a mad rush, Clo plonked herself onto the sofa. Her arms were folded so tightly around herself, she appeared to be one, big knot.

If her first appearance had not made it obvious, Cleo was in a bad mood. After just one day she had to draw a stinking Bowtruckle (what exactly was there to draw?), write a foot long essay for potions (who even cared what the properties of Moonstone were?) and some silly Dream Diary.

Kate rolled out from under the angry mass of...Cleo. Clearly, the sour grapes were being passed around. "Looking for my Manolos," spat Kate, which was more believable than the truth. She brushed her uniform off, and dropped into the chair who's underside she'd just been examining. It was a moment of hot silence that ensued between Clo and Kate before she noticed Stella, still standing there in all her night-robe-and-large-amount-of-yawning glory.

Kate turned on her, pulling off a stiletto to throw should she be right, and she was always right. "You slept ALL. BLOODY. DAY." It wasn't a question. In fact, it wasn't even a statement. It was an accusation that only a very tired, very annoyed, very homework laden Kate could conjure.

Stella cocked an eyebrow and pulled the lollipop out of her mouth to speak. "Jealous?"

06-08-2008, 07:44 PM	#360 (permalink)
Lexia_Black Puffskein Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Throne Posts: 2,276 Hogwarts RPG Name: L'Wren Evans Fifth Year	Quote: Cleo stomped through the castle, her lips pursed into a tight pout. She wasn't amused. In fact, she was unamused. The sound of heels clacking against the stone floors was echoing around the corridors as she stormed towards the dungeons. Argh! She spat the password at the concealed entrance and walked into the common room. OOFT! Cleo went flying as she tripped over a huge, squishy mass that appeared to be crawling around on the floor. Arms flailing madly, she went crashing to the floor. Her blood boiled as she smacked onto the hard stone, and she scrambled to her feet in a flash of pale limbs and blonde curls. "What are you doing, Kate?!" She exclaimed, or rather, snarled. What kind of idiot lay on the floor? Kate obviously. "And why are you wearing that?" Cleo added, gesturing to Stella's spangly bath robe. Goodness! Surely four in the afternoon was a bit early to be sneaking off to the prefect's bathroom. Yeesh. Kicking her heels off in a mad rush, Clo plonked herself onto the sofa. Her arms were folded so tightly around herself, she appeared to be one, big knot. If her first appearance had not made it obvious, Cleo was in a bad mood. After just one day she had to draw a stinking Bowtruckle (what exactly was there to draw?), write a foot long essay for potions (who even cared what the properties of Moonstone were?) and some silly Dream Diary. Kate rolled out from under the angry mass of...Cleo. Clearly, the sour grapes were being passed around. "Looking for my Manolos," spat Kate, which was more believable than the truth. She brushed her uniform off, and dropped into the chair who's underside she'd just been examining. It was a moment of hot silence that ensued between Clo and Kate before she noticed Stella, still standing there in all her night-robe-and-large-amount-of-yawning glory. Kate turned on her, pulling off a stiletto to throw should she be right, and she was always right. "You slept ALL. BLOODY. DAY." It wasn't a question. In fact, it wasn't even a statement. It was an accusation that only a very tired, very annoyed, very homework laden Kate could conjure. Stella cocked an eyebrow and pulled the lollipop out of her mouth to speak. "Jealous?"