01-31-2009, 01:35 PM
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Pygmy Puff
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerson Gray. Fourth Year | G1GGL3R! *giggles* My GarBear Quote:
Originally Posted by Rachie..x "20?" Vanessa asked, raising her eyebrow. Surely he knew how to count right? Or was he just being stupid. Stepping closer, she took a closer inspection of the hourglasses. "I think you will find that we are 154 points ahead," She smirked, as she looked up at him. She most definetly had him owned now. There wasn't much he could say, because she was actually speaking about something that was true.
She stared at him as he moved, but then she cottoned on. With him standing in front of her like that, she couldn't see the hufflepuff hourglass. Oh he was sly. "I still know We're ahead of you," She smirked as she looked up at him. But then her features softned and she hugged him in return.
"Ooooh You do?" She asked, with a apologetic smile. He'd only just come here, and he was going again. Actually as she thought about it, she was going home at the weekend for some family thing. That was rather coincidental. "You know....thinking about it. My mum's taking me to meet some family too," She added, with a grin. "Odd right?" 'Ermmm, okayyyy.' Terry relented...marginally. 'I'll give you Hufflepuffs twenty ONE points, 'cos I'm generous like that.' Sticking his tongue out at her teasingly, he waved off her retaliation. 'Nono, Vanessa. 'Tis all an illusion you see? You're only being made to see two hundred, just so you 'puffs don't go all depressed and suicidal on us.' He curved a hand around his mouth conspirationally, looking around all shiftily. 'But I thought you should know, because really, I would have a good friend of mine to be wandering through life never knowing the whole truth, you know?'
'Oh, so you're going to muggle London too? YAY, maybe we'll get to go back together!' Terry murmured gleefully, eyes glittering in excitement. 'All I know is, it's some aunt Lucinda?' Terry stroked his hair, racking his brains in thought. '...Nononono, err, aunt Lucie or something or other. Bet she'll be some right horror, fawning all over me and remarking in a high voice how tall and gorgeous and manly-man I am.' He wiggled his eyebrows at Vannie, then clasped a hand to his heart. 'But then, who could blame her?' |
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