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Mad Eye Touz · 07-25-2009, 10:12 PM

Plymouth pulled his arm back slowly. Daphne kind of had that.... potential tear... look. And that was SCARY. He'd totally missed young Mr. Crocker, who clearly was having problems of his own. Plymouth FROWNED at him as he started digging out his wand.

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Originally Posted by Feral Crocker

Willie continued to wail about his bum and cursing whoever didn't cushion the grounds well enough. His wails however stopped once he heard a cr coming from a girl. Raising his head, he blinked at the figure only finnding that it was Daphne Hopton. That fussy girl who Willie though was too prissy for his likings. Frowning, he wondered what she had been crying about. "OIIIIII," he had holllered, still holding onto his bum. "MIITHHHHH PRITHHHH WHATCHUU WAILING 'BOUUTT!?"

"Ah ah ah," Plymouth held up a hand to stop Willie from coming even a hair's width closer. "Stay. You stay. Sit." Plymouth gave Mr. Crocker a VERY SERIOUS LOOK. He meant it. Crocker kid had better SIT until he could avert the buttery dress crisis.

Hm. Tricky. "Daphadil? Um... is it... proper? Can I put wand... on your dress?" Errrrr... Plymouth was thinking about propriety!!

07-25-2009, 10:12 PM	#40 (permalink)
Mad Eye Touz Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Throne. Posts: 26,786 Hogwarts RPG Name: Zahra Kettleburn Seventh Year	Inside Kitty \| HIT ENTER \| UNO Queen Plymouth pulled his arm back slowly. Daphne kind of had that.... potential tear... look. And that was SCARY. He'd totally missed young Mr. Crocker, who clearly was having problems of his own. Plymouth FROWNED at him as he started digging out his wand. Quote: Originally Posted by Feral Crocker Willie continued to wail about his bum and cursing whoever didn't cushion the grounds well enough. His wails however stopped once he heard a cr coming from a girl. Raising his head, he blinked at the figure only finnding that it was Daphne Hopton. That fussy girl who Willie though was too prissy for his likings. Frowning, he wondered what she had been crying about. "OIIIIII," he had holllered, still holding onto his bum. "MIITHHHHH PRITHHHH WHATCHUU WAILING 'BOUUTT!?" "Ah ah ah," Plymouth held up a hand to stop Willie from coming even a hair's width closer. "Stay. You stay. Sit." Plymouth gave Mr. Crocker a VERY SERIOUS LOOK. He meant it. Crocker kid had better SIT until he could avert the buttery dress crisis. Hm. Tricky. "Daphadil? Um... is it... proper? Can I put wand... on your dress?" Errrrr... Plymouth was thinking about propriety!! __________________