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Ameh · 06-29-2009, 04:52 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"I'm fine," Copernicus rubbed at his cheeks, wondering just how red they'd gotten. Ugh. Sometimes being fair-skinned was a curse, letting everyone know exactly how he was feeling.

Ignoring the action on the other side of the room, Cope seated himself on the floor and pointed to the spot next to him to indicate Raiden should join him. "Don't worry about them. Girls are apparently remarkably fickle creatures. I was thinking you'd shield the top and I could try to block the wind."

"If you're sure..." Raiden sank down next to Copernicus Kettleburn, as close as he could get without feeling superbly uncomfortable. It would be easier if they were nearer to each other, so the shield wouldn't have to be even bigger, right? That was how it worked.

Fickle... he knew that word. What did it mean, what did it mean. He rubbed his forehead, which was cold now from sleety snowy ick. Work, brain. Work. Call up definitions.

"That means they change their mind a lot, right?" he asked. "Well... Daphne Hopton changes her mind sometimes, but Cela seems to know what she's thinking... Most of the time..."

He nodded as to the arrangement of shield charms. He could cast the upper one, sure. He'd done it earlier. Pointing his wand up, he murmured "Protego" under his breath; the shield sprang up again over their heads, blocking the sleet that was falling straight down on them. Hooray for that at the very least...

06-29-2009, 04:52 AM	#305 (permalink)
Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "I'm fine," Copernicus rubbed at his cheeks, wondering just how red they'd gotten. Ugh. Sometimes being fair-skinned was a curse, letting everyone know exactly how he was feeling. Ignoring the action on the other side of the room, Cope seated himself on the floor and pointed to the spot next to him to indicate Raiden should join him. "Don't worry about them. Girls are apparently remarkably fickle creatures. I was thinking you'd shield the top and I could try to block the wind." "If you're sure..." Raiden sank down next to Copernicus Kettleburn, as close as he could get without feeling superbly uncomfortable. It would be easier if they were nearer to each other, so the shield wouldn't have to be even bigger, right? That was how it worked. Fickle... he knew that word. What did it mean, what did it mean. He rubbed his forehead, which was cold now from sleety snowy ick. Work, brain. Work. Call up definitions. "That means they change their mind a lot, right?" he asked. "Well... Daphne Hopton changes her mind sometimes, but Cela seems to know what she's thinking... Most of the time..." He nodded as to the arrangement of shield charms. He could cast the upper one, sure. He'd done it earlier. Pointing his wand up, he murmured "Protego" under his breath; the shield sprang up again over their heads, blocking the sleet that was falling straight down on them. Hooray for that at the very least...