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Faerilicious · 09-19-2009, 12:02 PM

She had made it.

Sabrina Evanstar had finally managed not to trip on her way down (or up) the Hogwarts staircase. And as the blonde walked up the front steps, fluffy white cat in hand, she managed not to trip and knock her head onto the door, which would have made knocking with her hand unnecessary, but would have also been rather uncomfortable. The bruise she had gotten from her last stumble was still painfully reminding her of the incident and she didn't feel she'd need another reminder of her clumsiness anytime soon, thank you very much.

So. Here she was. Waiting outside Mr. Masterson's door. The last time she had been there, Mr. Masterson had been about to (almost) drown, albeit he hadn't known it yet, because Sabrina had passed his hut while trying to get to Professor Vindictus about a ... situation. Which had, unfortunately, been put on hold due to the said person's near drowning too.

Raising her free hand, the seventh year knocked on the hut door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Now, Snow." Sabrina whispered to her cat, eyeing it sternly. "Behave."

Although she was quite sure Mr. Masterson would not have mice or ... rats (what's the difference?) in his house.

Err, maybe.

09-19-2009, 12:02 PM	#2 (permalink)
Faerilicious Triwizard Champion DA's ROR Keeper Dwarf Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Australia Posts: 35,035 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aanya Agrawal First Year	Wonky Knee She had made it. Sabrina Evanstar had finally managed not to trip on her way down (or up) the Hogwarts staircase. And as the blonde walked up the front steps, fluffy white cat in hand, she managed not to trip and knock her head onto the door, which would have made knocking with her hand unnecessary, but would have also been rather uncomfortable. The bruise she had gotten from her last stumble was still painfully reminding her of the incident and she didn't feel she'd need another reminder of her clumsiness anytime soon, thank you very much. So. Here she was. Waiting outside Mr. Masterson's door. The last time she had been there, Mr. Masterson had been about to (almost) drown, albeit he hadn't known it yet, because Sabrina had passed his hut while trying to get to Professor Vindictus about a ... situation. Which had, unfortunately, been put on hold due to the said person's near drowning too. Raising her free hand, the seventh year knocked on the hut door. Knock. Knock. Knock. "Now, Snow." Sabrina whispered to her cat, eyeing it sternly. "Behave." Although she was quite sure Mr. Masterson would not have mice or ... rats (what's the difference?) in his house. Err, maybe. Last edited by Faerilicious; 09-19-2009 at 05:32 PM. Reason: BAAD ENGLISH! D: I was half asleep?