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ZDARDSKY · 06-30-2009, 06:31 PM

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Originally Posted by SnitCHchASER

"YES WE ARE!!" she raised her hands in the air (ay-ayer). It was true, she hadn't really thought about it. They were going to the ships. There was no consolation game.

Emalyn shrugged at Cy. "If there's butterbeer I didn't know about it." she looked around wide eyed. Buttah beer-uh? If there was some, she'd be the first to get her hands on it.

Actually, no. Judging by the look on the first-years face, and his behavior, she would definitely not be the first to get her hands on it.

"How you feeling, by the way?" she asked, ripping her mind from the butterbeer. Really, the kid shouldn't be this energized. "Did you take something, possibly?" Yes, that had to be it.

Cy grinned at Emalyn and nodded appreciatively. “They were scared mate, I’ll stick by that. The ‘Claws betta be too.” Of course with Cy on the pitch, ANYONE should be scared. Duh.

So she didn’t know of any butterbeer either. The first year frowned slightly and crossed his arms. “No such thing as a party without buttabeer.” End then, out of no where, a few cases of butterbeer popped out of nowhere.

Well, this WAS the room of requirement.

“WOAH! Did you see thah?” His brown eyes were the size of tennis balls. Maybe he was seeing things, he DID have a large blow to the head earlier. And then gigantic bruise on his forehead proved it. He ran over and grabbed one, instantly popping it open and guzzling down some of the fluid. “Ace!”

How was he feeling, now? Well, he was still slightly dizzy but he was starting to feel better. “I feel great, mate! It’s gonna take a lil’ more than a knock out blow to the head to take ‘The Cyrus’ down.” The Aussie nodded fervently at this proposition.

06-30-2009, 06:31 PM	#191 (permalink)
ZDARDSKY Shrake Join Date: Dec 2006 Posts: 12,852 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rickey Hampton Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by SnitCHchASER "YES WE ARE!!" she raised her hands in the air (ay-ayer). It was true, she hadn't really thought about it. They were going to the ships. There was no consolation game. Emalyn shrugged at Cy. "If there's butterbeer I didn't know about it." she looked around wide eyed. Buttah beer-uh? If there was some, she'd be the first to get her hands on it. Actually, no. Judging by the look on the first-years face, and his behavior, she would definitely not be the first to get her hands on it. "How you feeling, by the way?" she asked, ripping her mind from the butterbeer. Really, the kid shouldn't be this energized. "Did you take something, possibly?" Yes, that had to be it. Cy grinned at Emalyn and nodded appreciatively. “They were scared mate, I’ll stick by that. The ‘Claws betta be too.” Of course with Cy on the pitch, ANYONE should be scared. Duh. So she didn’t know of any butterbeer either. The first year frowned slightly and crossed his arms. “No such thing as a party without buttabeer.” End then, out of no where, a few cases of butterbeer popped out of nowhere. Well, this WAS the room of requirement. “WOAH! Did you see thah?” His brown eyes were the size of tennis balls. Maybe he was seeing things, he DID have a large blow to the head earlier. And then gigantic bruise on his forehead proved it. He ran over and grabbed one, instantly popping it open and guzzling down some of the fluid. “Ace!” How was he feeling, now? Well, he was still slightly dizzy but he was starting to feel better. “I feel great, mate! It’s gonna take a lil’ more than a knock out blow to the head to take ‘The Cyrus’ down.” The Aussie nodded fervently at this proposition. __________________ Stalkee loves Stalker most, ALWAYS. Never forget <3 Pardnuhs for life! <333 G-FISH GANGSTAS HOLLAAA!!