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Waterloo · 09-13-2009, 12:41 AM

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Originally Posted by Celandine

Cela had managed to find someone to see to her trunk, even though it had a featherlight charm on it, it was quite unwieldy after all. She realized once she had gotten on the train and started walking up one of the corridors in order to find one of her friends. It wasn’t like she had a shortage? Surely she’d find one soon right?

She tugged on the hem of her dress with one hand and braced herself against the wall a little to offset the movement of the train as it lurched forward and set her off balance in her heels. One thing she didn’t have problems with were student collisions, people tended to move out of the way if they weren’t colliding with her intentionally, not that Cel was quite aware of that.

Her eyes widened happily as she spotted Daphne AND Willow with NEWWWWW people in one of the compartments and Celandine slid inside, unintentionally posing in the doorway as she grasped it for balance.

Where to sit?

“Daphne! Willow!” Fellow debutantes! Fashionable friends!

ANOTHER girl?

Maybe Sebastian was right..? Girls just seemed to flock around him. Wherever Woodson went, the girls followed. At least, that was what it was beginning to feel like anyway.

A little unsure, Woodson simpy sent the girl a small, polite smile

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Originally Posted by Ama

"I don't think anyone does, Mister Whitcomb," replied Daphne finally having torn her away from the nameless (and perhaps forever so) boy, who was, shamefully that is, his brother. "Especially in hot days."

Bad Blood, perhaps? Hmph.

Had Sebastian just made himself another foe? It seemed so. Woodson offered the girl an apologetic glance.. that was an often occurence. He doubted his brother appreciated him apologising on his behalf, but Woodson just couldn't help it.

"I think it's a pleasant day, Miss."

Heh.

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Originally Posted by Oesed

.... UGH.

Of course, figures that after Woodson Whitcomb decides to grace them all with his presence, Sebastian would waltz in as if he OWNED the place. Which he didn't, he didn't own anything, and clearly, did not know how to differ a good purse from a cheap and regular one.

Clearly.

However, as much as the presence of The Devil made her blood boil, and not only that, but also made her feel like beating him down with the first thing that could harm him and that she could get hold on (like her shoe), Willow was not about to let that Being (inferior and unimportant one at that) know how much he annoyed her.

And the only way to accomplish this was to imagining herself smashing her show against his perfectly straight nose. Mmhmm. Now THAT was a funny picture. And it worked, thankfully, for the only acknowledgement the seventh year gave the blond was an amused and superior glance.

Because Whitcomb was laughable. And Daphne 'Pants Girl' Hopton, clearly, agreed - of course. ANYONE in their right mind would agree with her on that.

Aftering offering the Hopton girl a smile that could have be interpreted as conspiration, the green eyed girl focused her attention on the blonde and younger girl by the door. "Celandine Toussaint," Greeted the brunette with a polite nod and an equally small, albeit polite, smile to match.

If Willow Kovac was going to blatenly ignore him, then so be it. She wasn't worth his efforts anymore. Anyone should be flattered to have Woodson's attentions.. Yes, this girl clearly had her priorities in the wrong place.

He'd once found her curious.. intriguing. Now? Now he just found her downright irritating. Blue eyes burned in her direction before glancing out of the window.

Trust him to walk into THIS compartment. Hmph.

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Originally Posted by Crayola

Sebastian nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. He had peeved Woodson once more because of his lack of politeness, hadn't he? He didn't see what the problem was, really. Why did he need to be polite to people he didnt know? That he had no intention of knowing?!

Besides, Woodson was polite enough for both of them.

"Allowed you? Do they own this, or something?" He asked with yet another roll of his eyes. If they owned the compartment, Sebastian and Woodson needed to make sure to get their dibs on some compartment as well. HMPF! "Her bag still is cheap looking." He added in a rather stubborn tone.

Woodson simpy heaved a puncutured sigh upon hearing his brother's words. "I'm just saying they didn't have to be quite so benign," he informed simply. He doubted very much they were going to be as gracious now. Didn't Sebastian understand? That sometimes the easiest way to get what you wanted was to try be courteous? "And I couldn't care less about her ruddy handbag."

09-13-2009, 12:41 AM	#315 (permalink)
Waterloo Occamy Join Date: May 2007 Location: London Posts: 63,509 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1	connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Quote: Originally Posted by Celandine Cela had managed to find someone to see to her trunk, even though it had a featherlight charm on it, it was quite unwieldy after all. She realized once she had gotten on the train and started walking up one of the corridors in order to find one of her friends. It wasn’t like she had a shortage? Surely she’d find one soon right? She tugged on the hem of her dress with one hand and braced herself against the wall a little to offset the movement of the train as it lurched forward and set her off balance in her heels. One thing she didn’t have problems with were student collisions, people tended to move out of the way if they weren’t colliding with her intentionally, not that Cel was quite aware of that. Her eyes widened happily as she spotted Daphne AND Willow with NEWWWWW people in one of the compartments and Celandine slid inside, unintentionally posing in the doorway as she grasped it for balance. Where to sit? “Daphne! Willow!” Fellow debutantes! Fashionable friends! ANOTHER girl? Maybe Sebastian was right..? Girls just seemed to flock around him. Wherever Woodson went, the girls followed. At least, that was what it was beginning to feel like anyway. A little unsure, Woodson simpy sent the girl a small, polite smile Quote: Originally Posted by Ama "I don't think anyone does, Mister Whitcomb," replied Daphne finally having torn her away from the nameless (and perhaps forever so) boy, who was, shamefully that is, his brother. "Especially in hot days." Bad Blood, perhaps? Hmph. Had Sebastian just made himself another foe? It seemed so. Woodson offered the girl an apologetic glance.. that was an often occurence. He doubted his brother appreciated him apologising on his behalf, but Woodson just couldn't help it. "I think it's a pleasant day, Miss." Heh. Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed .... UGH. Of course, figures that after Woodson Whitcomb decides to grace them all with his presence, Sebastian would waltz in as if he OWNED the place. Which he didn't, he didn't own anything, and clearly, did not know how to differ a good purse from a cheap and regular one. Clearly. However, as much as the presence of The Devil made her blood boil, and not only that, but also made her feel like beating him down with the first thing that could harm him and that she could get hold on (like her shoe), Willow was not about to let that Being (inferior and unimportant one at that) know how much he annoyed her. And the only way to accomplish this was to imagining herself smashing her show against his perfectly straight nose. Mmhmm. Now THAT was a funny picture. And it worked, thankfully, for the only acknowledgement the seventh year gave the blond was an amused and superior glance. Because Whitcomb was laughable. And Daphne 'Pants Girl' Hopton, clearly, agreed - of course. ANYONE in their right mind would agree with her on that. Aftering offering the Hopton girl a smile that could have be interpreted as conspiration, the green eyed girl focused her attention on the blonde and younger girl by the door. "Celandine Toussaint," Greeted the brunette with a polite nod and an equally small, albeit polite, smile to match. If Willow Kovac was going to blatenly ignore him, then so be it. She wasn't worth his efforts anymore. Anyone should be flattered to have Woodson's attentions.. Yes, this girl clearly had her priorities in the wrong place. He'd once found her curious.. intriguing. Now? Now he just found her downright irritating. Blue eyes burned in her direction before glancing out of the window. Trust him to walk into THIS compartment. Hmph. Quote: Originally Posted by Crayola Sebastian nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. He had peeved Woodson once more because of his lack of politeness, hadn't he? He didn't see what the problem was, really. Why did he need to be polite to people he didnt know? That he had no intention of knowing?! Besides, Woodson was polite enough for both of them. "Allowed you? Do they own this, or something?" He asked with yet another roll of his eyes. If they owned the compartment, Sebastian and Woodson needed to make sure to get their dibs on some compartment as well. HMPF! "Her bag still is cheap looking." He added in a rather stubborn tone. Woodson simpy heaved a puncutured sigh upon hearing his brother's words. "I'm just saying they didn't have to be quite so benign," he informed simply. He doubted very much they were going to be as gracious now. Didn't Sebastian understand? That sometimes the easiest way to get what you wanted was to try be courteous? "And I couldn't care less about her ruddy handbag." __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!