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Ama · 01-20-2009, 06:46 PM

The Moral Law, according to the Master, causes the people to be in complete accord with their ruler, so that they would follow him regardless of their lives, undismayed by any danger.

The very prospect of having followers willing to receive a snot bomb to the face in her place made her shiver with sinister pleasure. "Without constant practice the general will be wavering and irresolute when the crisis is at hand."

Daphne couldn't afford to be wavering and irresolute.

However, she did find her concentration was wavering more and more by the second. There was an uneasy feeling covering her body. That boding sensation of being watched by invisible (or not so invisible) eyes. Peering above her book, not willing to relinquish its shield-like qualities completely, Miss Hopton frowned at the improper person, navy hued polka-dots decorating her grubby face, reading the cover of her book.

It was that Dust Cloud named Winnie Ferguson.

"Lost something dear?" inquired Daphne with a crooked smile, uncrossing her legs. In the process of moving her legs, Hopton inadvertently kicked something(one), causing her to frown. As Daphne's hazel eyes fell on Winnie's lavish red bow, Hopton held back a giggle.

Clearly, her fashion and common sense.

Next thing she knew, the little dust mite had ducked underneath the table and Miss Hopton was left with nothing but thin air to smile at mockingly. That was, until there was some shrieking and much moving about. Holding on to her book with one hand, the terrarium with the other, Daphne cringed.

Not another catastrophe with the possibility of being injured with germs. "Who's trying to eat you?" interrogated the blond with disbelief, before placing her items on the table. "I hardly believe there's a cannibal lose at Hogwarts." Surely, this kind of intel she would have been warned about by Davis. Plus, there was no way she was going to let a fellow Gryffindor female be eaten by a disgusting cannibal.

But...his incompetence wasn't something she wasn't aware of.

Raising a pale brow, the chubby girl swept her head downwards, towards the source of the trouble to see--a curly haired hufflepuff boy which oddly enough reminded her of another curly haired hufflepuff boy. "I'm sorry. It seems to me you have crawled underneath the wrong table. Please return to your respective place. Goodbye."

01-20-2009, 06:46 PM	#463 (permalink)
Ama MLE Werewolf Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 65,730 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tahir Kovac Khatri First Year	Shrooooom <33 and Lizzie/Willie Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now The Moral Law, according to the Master, causes the people to be in complete accord with their ruler, so that they would follow him regardless of their lives, undismayed by any danger. The very prospect of having followers willing to receive a snot bomb to the face in her place made her shiver with sinister pleasure. "Without constant practice the general will be wavering and irresolute when the crisis is at hand." Daphne couldn't afford to be wavering and irresolute. However, she did find her concentration was wavering more and more by the second. There was an uneasy feeling covering her body. That boding sensation of being watched by invisible (or not so invisible) eyes. Peering above her book, not willing to relinquish its shield-like qualities completely, Miss Hopton frowned at the improper person, navy hued polka-dots decorating her grubby face, reading the cover of her book. It was that Dust Cloud named Winnie Ferguson. "Lost something dear?" inquired Daphne with a crooked smile, uncrossing her legs. In the process of moving her legs, Hopton inadvertently kicked something(one), causing her to frown. As Daphne's hazel eyes fell on Winnie's lavish red bow, Hopton held back a giggle. Clearly, her fashion and common sense. Next thing she knew, the little dust mite had ducked underneath the table and Miss Hopton was left with nothing but thin air to smile at mockingly. That was, until there was some shrieking and much moving about. Holding on to her book with one hand, the terrarium with the other, Daphne cringed. Not another catastrophe with the possibility of being injured with germs. "Who's trying to eat you?" interrogated the blond with disbelief, before placing her items on the table. "I hardly believe there's a cannibal lose at Hogwarts." Surely, this kind of intel she would have been warned about by Davis. Plus, there was no way she was going to let a fellow Gryffindor female be eaten by a disgusting cannibal. But...his incompetence wasn't something she wasn't aware of. Raising a pale brow, the chubby girl swept her head downwards, towards the source of the trouble to see--a curly haired hufflepuff boy which oddly enough reminded her of another curly haired hufflepuff boy. "I'm sorry. It seems to me you have crawled underneath the wrong table. Please return to your respective place. Goodbye." Last edited by Ama; 01-20-2009 at 07:52 PM.