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Ama · 07-10-2009, 01:31 AM

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Originally Posted by Captain Mouth

Plymouth would have probably been having HEAPS of fun riding the mysterious flying pants if they hadn't been dragging his future!date behind them. She wanted to know what was going on?? GOOD question! "I... think we're under attack! But don't WORRY! I'll save YOU!" Plymouth was getting bruises from the bouncing on the stairs and that meant Daphne probably was too.

And that was just UNACCEPTABLE.

He could have really used a pair of scissors. Oh. HEY! WAND! LAWSON! WAND! In a flurry of hands, Plymouth dug out his wand and waved it around triumphantly. "FINI -" Ohhhh... they (Plymouth, Daphne, and the pants) took a corner a little fast and Plymouth's wand went flying out of his hand. And it rolled away....

Ruh Roh. Again.

"Well, that's reassuring!" exclaimed Daphne rolling her eyes even underneath the dark fabric threatening to go up her nostrils and suffocate her. She heard something drop and roll down the steps they had come up from. Her feet glided against the floor and Hopton attempted to put on as much weight on her legs as possible.

Maybe the Flying Pants would stop now, except, they didn't even as they passed two familiar voices; Wand! Oh, Wand! If only, her wrists weren't attached to one of the pants legs. Struggling, she managed to peek her eyes out. "Plymouth! My waaand! It's in my pocket!"

07-10-2009, 01:31 AM	#225 (permalink)
Ama MLE Werewolf Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 65,730 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tahir Kovac Khatri First Year	Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now Quote: Originally Posted by Captain Mouth Plymouth would have probably been having HEAPS of fun riding the mysterious flying pants if they hadn't been dragging his future!date behind them. She wanted to know what was going on?? GOOD question! "I... think we're under attack! But don't WORRY! I'll save YOU!" Plymouth was getting bruises from the bouncing on the stairs and that meant Daphne probably was too. And that was just UNACCEPTABLE. He could have really used a pair of scissors. Oh. HEY! WAND! LAWSON! WAND! In a flurry of hands, Plymouth dug out his wand and waved it around triumphantly. "FINI -" Ohhhh... they (Plymouth, Daphne, and the pants) took a corner a little fast and Plymouth's wand went flying out of his hand. And it rolled away.... Ruh Roh. Again. "Well, that's reassuring!" exclaimed Daphne rolling her eyes even underneath the dark fabric threatening to go up her nostrils and suffocate her. She heard something drop and roll down the steps they had come up from. Her feet glided against the floor and Hopton attempted to put on as much weight on her legs as possible. Maybe the Flying Pants would stop now, except, they didn't even as they passed two familiar voices; Wand! Oh, Wand! If only, her wrists weren't attached to one of the pants legs. Struggling, she managed to peek her eyes out. "Plymouth! My waaand! It's in my pocket!"