C.R.E.A.M | Haitian Sensation | Shark Patronus | Your Huckleberry | T's ClayBaby Terpsichore giggled coyly at the small gusts of breath against her hand as Bob sniffed it. It tickled her.
At his next comment, she looked stunned, for indeed she was. Momentarily. By his ambitious idea. The wheels in her rotten little head began to turn and she pondered all possible venues for having Bob instated as the Headmaster to Cooper's School for young wizards.
"Oh, it's nothing really. Comes rather naturally." She admitted about Divination being impressive, removing her other glove and trying to hide what she thought was a blush comming on. "So tell me,..." She said clearing her throat and handing this poor tired, hungry gentleman a menu. "Bob, did you attend Hogwarts before his excellence Minister Cooper made his improvements upon it?" |