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Seeker_Seven · 07-25-2009, 04:43 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Celandine

"ZOMG! Tino!" Cela shrieked and dropped her banner as she rushed over to her friend-person.

"Zomg!" She repeated quietly, somewhat alarmed.

Quote:

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Or she could earn her keep and deal with the injured student that had popped up. Well well, looked like Ravenclaw was taking a beating. Literally. "Did Hufflepuff win yet?" Bunbunz wondered aloud, blinking at Tino without a bit of compassion on her face.

Eyes widening, Tino took Cela's hand in his own and clasped them tightly. "Cela," he whispered. "Cela. . . don't let them go on without me! I have to play! I must play! Quidditch. . . this championship. . .is my life!" Until, of course, he spotted anything else that was remotely interesting. The boy had the attention span of a gnat. Not unlike the multiple insects that were smashed, at high velocity, all over his face.

Tino turned to Bunbury, eyes unfocusing. A strange look passed over his face. "The Badgers shall not prevail," he declared in an uncharacteristically low voice. "And you, Anastasia Bunbury, shall reap the fruits of thy devil's work." He pronounced the last word 'wuuuuuuuhk', drawing it out in a long exhale.

Then he coughed on a bug. "ACK, Ah-HIC!"

07-25-2009, 04:43 AM	#394 (permalink)
Seeker_Seven Puffskein Join Date: May 2006 Location: Rainyville, USA Posts: 1,809 Hogwarts RPG Name: Freeman L. Stuart Second Year x1	Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !! Quote: Originally Posted by Celandine "ZOMG! Tino!" Cela shrieked and dropped her banner as she rushed over to her friend-person. "Zomg!" She repeated quietly, somewhat alarmed. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Or she could earn her keep and deal with the injured student that had popped up. Well well, looked like Ravenclaw was taking a beating. Literally. "Did Hufflepuff win yet?" Bunbunz wondered aloud, blinking at Tino without a bit of compassion on her face. Eyes widening, Tino took Cela's hand in his own and clasped them tightly. "Cela," he whispered. "Cela. . . don't let them go on without me! I have to play! I must play! Quidditch. . . this championship. . .is my life!" Until, of course, he spotted anything else that was remotely interesting. The boy had the attention span of a gnat. Not unlike the multiple insects that were smashed, at high velocity, all over his face. Tino turned to Bunbury, eyes unfocusing. A strange look passed over his face. "The Badgers shall not prevail," he declared in an uncharacteristically low voice. "And you, Anastasia Bunbury, shall reap the fruits of thy devil's work." He pronounced the last word 'wuuuuuuuhk', drawing it out in a long exhale. Then he coughed on a bug. "ACK, Ah-HIC!" __________________ *His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered.*