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Angie · 07-25-2009, 10:44 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Plymouth's blue arms got a good grip on Willow Kovak's legs (it wouldn't do to drop Ms. Quidditch, right? Plymouth valued his bones, after all) and hauled her down the bleachers on his back.

Complete with happy hopping bouncing.

He entered the tent with a loud, "TAADAAA!!", and fully expected cheers for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Plymouth spun around twice, showing off his back ornament. Then, without further ado, he hippity hopped over to the cake. "I'll be the legs, and you be the arms, Willy K. K? hehe." In other words, if she grabbed the cake, he'd parade her around some more.

This had been a BAD idea.

BAD, BAD, BAD.

She was on the back of a boy who's name she couldn't remember. Her HANDS were on his bare skin.

This was WRONG.

What would her father think of this? He would undoubtedly STRONGLY disapprove of this behaviour, and would also lecture her about what a Fine Young Lady should or should not do.

And she was sure that parading in some boy's back was not one of them. Especially if you didn't know the boy's name. Good thing Father was NOT here; Willow did not fancy spending her last year of education at Beauxbatons with the French and their funny accent. Nope, nope.

Holding even more tightly (and regretting later because it meant touching his bare skin him even more) as Morgan spinned around, Willow waited for her fellow Ravenclaw to put her down.

. . . "Right. Cake." And then he would pull her down? Hopefully. Or not. Dominic wasn't here yet. She was ought to wait for him to arrive before hopping down, right? Wrong. There was people here, and they had no doubt watched her little entrance.

Ugh. The DECISIONS.

Reaching down for the cake and curling her legs tightly around him -so she wouldn't fall down, of course, that would be highly embarrassing- the sixth year grabbed a slice for Plymouth and for herself. How was he to eat, though? How was SHE going to eat? "Um, I think you are going to have to put me down. Because ... there's no way you can eat with me on your back." And wouldn't he get hurt, too, for carrying all her all the way from the stands?

ISSY.

This was SO awkward. Just ... No.

No, no, no.

"You have really nice hair, Issy, have I ever told you that? Also, your eyes are really pretty, too? Did you enjoy the match? I did, except for when we lost and all that, yeah." Babble, babble, babble.

07-25-2009, 10:44 PM	#17 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz Plymouth's blue arms got a good grip on Willow Kovak's legs (it wouldn't do to drop Ms. Quidditch, right? Plymouth valued his bones, after all) and hauled her down the bleachers on his back. Complete with happy hopping bouncing. He entered the tent with a loud, "TAADAAA!!", and fully expected cheers for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Plymouth spun around twice, showing off his back ornament. Then, without further ado, he hippity hopped over to the cake. "I'll be the legs, and you be the arms, Willy K. K? hehe." In other words, if she grabbed the cake, he'd parade her around some more. This had been a BAD idea. BAD, BAD, BAD. She was on the back of a boy who's name she couldn't remember. Her HANDS were on his bare skin. This was WRONG. What would her father think of this? He would undoubtedly STRONGLY disapprove of this behaviour, and would also lecture her about what a Fine Young Lady should or should not do. And she was sure that parading in some boy's back was not one of them. Especially if you didn't know the boy's name. Good thing Father was NOT here; Willow did not fancy spending her last year of education at Beauxbatons with the French and their funny accent. Nope, nope. Holding even more tightly (and regretting later because it meant touching his bare skin him even more) as Morgan spinned around, Willow waited for her fellow Ravenclaw to put her down. . . . "Right. Cake." And then he would pull her down? Hopefully. Or not. Dominic wasn't here yet. She was ought to wait for him to arrive before hopping down, right? Wrong. There was people here, and they had no doubt watched her little entrance. Ugh. The DECISIONS. Reaching down for the cake and curling her legs tightly around him -so she wouldn't fall down, of course, that would be highly embarrassing- the sixth year grabbed a slice for Plymouth and for herself. How was he to eat, though? How was SHE going to eat? "Um, I think you are going to have to put me down. Because ... there's no way you can eat with me on your back." And wouldn't he get hurt, too, for carrying all her all the way from the stands? ISSY. This was SO awkward. Just ... No. No, no, no. "You have really nice hair, Issy, have I ever told you that? Also, your eyes are really pretty, too? Did you enjoy the match? I did, except for when we lost and all that, yeah." Babble, babble, babble. __________________ Last edited by Hermione_loves_Ron; 07-25-2009 at 10:49 PM.