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BanaBatGirl · 01-19-2009, 06:16 AM

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Originally Posted by mathi

Ella looked over the staff table from her house table to see if can get anything funny to relish with. There were some new faces..pretty happy..remorseful..and happy too. And ...oh..wait..who was that?! Her eyes widened at the site of the so called hyper woman was sitting on the row. Oh..Merlin's beard..what she was doing..oh..great..a Proffesor! Well..well..Her mood was turned upbeated now.

She got up walked over the table..approached the woman..the banana hater..the honourable recipient of green spiky hair.."Excuse me...ma'am, How have you been?" said as she leaned in, smirking.

While there was a bit of a lull in the conversation, Anastasia took the opportunity to fluff her hair, using her uber-shiny plate as a mirror. Perfect, blood red, nice and springy...she did take good care of herself.

The moment of self-admiration was interrupted, however, by yet another child. So much for a dinner above the brats, she thought, sighing as she tore her eyes away from her reflection and toward the girl standing there.

Girl - pfft no, this one was a troublemaking teenager. Yes indeed. "Oh," she said sharply, inhaling suddenly. At least this one had the outer appearance of manners. Hmmph.

"I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern," she said stiffly, glaring at the girl as she took a sip of her ice water. And that was that, as far as Bunbury was concerned.

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Originally Posted by LadyNerd

And the woman spoke more of the language she loved. This was definitely one she could get along with and maybe she would understand her a little more. "Ah, why yes I do," Lyra smirked with both eye brows raised. "I am learning the Paris fashion since it is my profession during the summers. I will pay closer attention once I leave Hogwarts for a few years in runways or catwalks if you must know.

"But to comment on the sweet words of fashion designers you speak of, you forgot about Dolce and Gabbana as well." That was her favorite brand and the ones that seemed to like her style the most when it came to modeling fashion. Now she was able to throw around names and look more like a muggle than a witch. Was this a bad thing or a good thing? To her it was good and that was all that mattered.

The ice water was nice and refreshing as was the conversation about her favorite, most expensive things.

"Your profession, did you say?" Anastasia tilted her head slightly to the side, as if analyzing the girl. "What is your name, Miss....Fashionista? So that I may indeed watch the runways for it." She added the nickname in a kind way, of course. It was a compliment, actually, especially coming from Bunbury.

And then, the girl went and corrected Anastasia R. Bunbury. No one did that, not if he or she wished to see tomorrow. The herbologist's blue eyes narrowed for a moment as her neck went rigid, before the redhead decided that she would let this one slip. The girl didn't know who she was dealing with, after all.

"Alas, you might have a point there," she conceded. "But as you might have noticed, I'm impartial to Prada." Hmmph.

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Originally Posted by NicoT

Ethan shrugged, "I'll just use another fork." He answered matter-of-factly before placing the rescued fork down and neatly snatching hers. He placed it in his mouth incase she got any ideas about taking it back and brandished it at her once more, "I like, nice things. Like... Prada." He'd have to check the rest of his labels before continuing this conversation.

Perhaps a bit of food would take Annie's mind off the teenagers surrounding the table. She reached for her fork just then and noticed, to her surprise, Ethan's hand swapping it with his own.

"Now hold on just one minute," she said briskly, about to snatch it right out of his......mouth?!

Shocking. Never, ever would a man have dared do that in front of Bunbury. Not in a million years - well, with the exception of Robbie of course. But he was a brother.

"Hmmph!" she tutted, resisting the urge to giggle. "I like nice things too." She smirked and then quickly snatched the sunglasses from atop his head, placing them right on her face instead. Take that, Truebridge.

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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	Cap'n! Heeeeeeheeeheehee! Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by mathi Ella looked over the staff table from her house table to see if can get anything funny to relish with. There were some new faces..pretty happy..remorseful..and happy too. And ...oh..wait..who was that?! Her eyes widened at the site of the so called hyper woman was sitting on the row. Oh..Merlin's beard..what she was doing..oh..great..a Proffesor! Well..well..Her mood was turned upbeated now. She got up walked over the table..approached the woman..the banana hater..the honourable recipient of green spiky hair.."Excuse me...ma'am, How have you been?" said as she leaned in, smirking. While there was a bit of a lull in the conversation, Anastasia took the opportunity to fluff her hair, using her uber-shiny plate as a mirror. Perfect, blood red, nice and springy...she did take good care of herself. The moment of self-admiration was interrupted, however, by yet another child. So much for a dinner above the brats, she thought, sighing as she tore her eyes away from her reflection and toward the girl standing there. Girl - pfft no, this one was a troublemaking teenager. Yes indeed. "Oh," she said sharply, inhaling suddenly. At least this one had the outer appearance of manners. Hmmph. "I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern," she said stiffly, glaring at the girl as she took a sip of her ice water. And that was that, as far as Bunbury was concerned. Quote: Originally Posted by LadyNerd And the woman spoke more of the language she loved. This was definitely one she could get along with and maybe she would understand her a little more. "Ah, why yes I do," Lyra smirked with both eye brows raised. "I am learning the Paris fashion since it is my profession during the summers. I will pay closer attention once I leave Hogwarts for a few years in runways or catwalks if you must know. "But to comment on the sweet words of fashion designers you speak of, you forgot about Dolce and Gabbana as well." That was her favorite brand and the ones that seemed to like her style the most when it came to modeling fashion. Now she was able to throw around names and look more like a muggle than a witch. Was this a bad thing or a good thing? To her it was good and that was all that mattered. The ice water was nice and refreshing as was the conversation about her favorite, most expensive things. "Your profession, did you say?" Anastasia tilted her head slightly to the side, as if analyzing the girl. "What is your name, Miss....Fashionista? So that I may indeed watch the runways for it." She added the nickname in a kind way, of course. It was a compliment, actually, especially coming from Bunbury. And then, the girl went and corrected Anastasia R. Bunbury. No one did that, not if he or she wished to see tomorrow. The herbologist's blue eyes narrowed for a moment as her neck went rigid, before the redhead decided that she would let this one slip. The girl didn't know who she was dealing with, after all. "Alas, you might have a point there," she conceded. "But as you might have noticed, I'm impartial to Prada." Hmmph. Quote: Originally Posted by NicoT Ethan shrugged, "I'll just use another fork." He answered matter-of-factly before placing the rescued fork down and neatly snatching hers. He placed it in his mouth incase she got any ideas about taking it back and brandished it at her once more, "I like, nice things. Like... Prada." He'd have to check the rest of his labels before continuing this conversation. Perhaps a bit of food would take Annie's mind off the teenagers surrounding the table. She reached for her fork just then and noticed, to her surprise, Ethan's hand swapping it with his own. "Now hold on just one minute," she said briskly, about to snatch it right out of his......mouth?! Shocking. Never, ever would a man have dared do that in front of Bunbury. Not in a million years - well, with the exception of Robbie of course. But he was a brother. "Hmmph!" she tutted, resisting the urge to giggle. "I like nice things too." She smirked and then quickly snatched the sunglasses from atop his head, placing them right on her face instead. Take that, Truebridge. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind