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WhittyBitty · 09-15-2009, 12:22 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Rather intently staring through her waterglass now - oh what funny shapes it made the people on the other side have - Anastasia nearly jumped when Max whispered to her. And of course that only made her scowl more deeply.

"Mmmhmm well... maybe if I had your anti-wrinkle cream, Max, I wouldn't have to worry about that," she answered the Quidditch official in a dark tone. She continued staring at her glass and didn't even look up when a dark shadow covered her plate.

"Professor Kapoor," she murmured, folding her hands on her lap politely and glancing toward the man. "Be my guest. As far as I know, we don't have assigned seats." Though perhaps now she was wishing they did.

Baked Alaska ~~and love poem~~ in hand, Torin made it over to the Staff Table. It was quite a feat for him to have made it this far with Reese clinging all over him and making goo-goo eyes. But he had finally managed to escape.

And it didn't matter that she was in conversation with other Professors. He set the dessert down in front of her plate and said, "here is your Baked Alaska, Professor."

09-15-2009, 12:22 PM	#26 (permalink)
WhittyBitty Honeydukes Mod Alley Proprietor Wrackspurt Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Toronto Posts: 237,583 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Bay Hufflepuff Sixth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Honor Abrams Leaky Cauldron x12 x9	Mwahahaha :d ♥s her SS family \| Wifey is MINE \| Naughty Niffler \| ❄ Bookish & Cat-Approved ❄ \| Soodley ♥ Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Rather intently staring through her waterglass now - oh what funny shapes it made the people on the other side have - Anastasia nearly jumped when Max whispered to her. And of course that only made her scowl more deeply. "Mmmhmm well... maybe if I had your anti-wrinkle cream, Max, I wouldn't have to worry about that," she answered the Quidditch official in a dark tone. She continued staring at her glass and didn't even look up when a dark shadow covered her plate. "Professor Kapoor," she murmured, folding her hands on her lap politely and glancing toward the man. "Be my guest. As far as I know, we don't have assigned seats." Though perhaps now she was wishing they did. Baked Alaska ~~and love poem~~ in hand, Torin made it over to the Staff Table. It was quite a feat for him to have made it this far with Reese clinging all over him and making goo-goo eyes. But he had finally managed to escape. And it didn't matter that she was in conversation with other Professors. He set the dessert down in front of her plate and said, "here is your Baked Alaska, Professor." __________________