 The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
Gremlok wrote a few notes down, listening to what Teal had to say. He had to admit he was rather perturbed lately, things just hadn't been going the way he should. He sighed, placing his quill down and looking at Teal. "Is there anything particular you want written on the posters?" He asked, Gremlok had a few ideas but he wasn't the normal peppy person others were. His ideas of saying were darker than most, noticeably his last slogan for the bank which had lost more customers than brought in.
"I just want to make sure I don't waste anymore parchment coming up with posters. We would have had some out by now if my slogans weren't so ... dismal." he explained, the quill back in his hand. He turned his head towards the one called Jessica and had to admit she had a way of getting everyone's attention. He could see why she had been appointed in the speech department of things. Why could'nt this be easier? In goblin society if one wanted to be leader all they had to do was threaten their opposition and sit back waiting. Here it was so much more complicated, giving him a headache.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!
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