09-29-2009, 12:30 AM
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Diricawl
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Zahra Kettleburn Seventh Year | Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen Quote:
Originally Posted by Sophie_Melita Melita clapped her hands with glee. "Mr. Phillips!" she exclaimed and went over to give him a hug!
"I am fabulous! Everyone, this is Mr. Phillips. He's a very sweet boy and will be the chief healer's assistant," she introduced him to everyone and then conjured him up a pink bean bag chair. "You can sit beside me during the auditions and tell me what you think of everyone."
Melita pat him on the head and then moved to inspect the cookies. "Mmmmm almonds. These must be Miss Hopton's," she decided and took a sniff. "Mmm... I just love adding a dash of extra vanilla. And chocolate chip... always a good choice," she said and then frowned, picking up the sad looking gingerbread cookie and clicking her tongue. "Oh dear. This one seems to have had a rough time of it. Well, only one thing to do..."
And she ate it. Covered in fuzz and so rock hard it was surprising she didn't break a tooth on it. "It still had a bit of life left," Melita declared with a grin before putting an arm around Mr. Morgan. "You come up to my office some time and I'll help you bake a cookie."
She gave him a little squeeze and cleansed her palate with a snickerdoodle. "Yummy. This is most definitely going to be one of the tastiest choirs I've had the pleasure of directing."
Plymouth watched in HORROR as Ms. Melita chose his cookie - and ATE it. For Merlin's sake he'd only brought it for LOOKS, if he were being honest. He just wanted to come! He didn't mean... Ah. Well. Positive side of things were that the HEALER ate it, so if she got explosive diarrhea or crippling stomach cramps from the ancient cookie - she'd know exactly what to do. "Errr... sure thing, Miss Melita. I DO like your cookies and your pink-ness just makes my day." Oh Merlin, Plymouth loved hugs. He snuggled back into his Healer and soaked up her LOVE and attention like a sponge.
Plymouth waved happily at the short fellow that seemed to be some sort of authority figure. Cute little guy, so Plymouth made cutesy faces at him. Quote:
Originally Posted by Ama Daphne raised a brow at Plymouth even as a smirk invaded her rosy lips. "You know, Plymouth," she said in an exaggerated whisper. "If you just wanted to watch me dance you should have just said so. I don't need an audience." Hehe.
"I'll remember that, Miss Hopton," was all Plymouth added, with an added smirk of his own. He eased back to the table to snatch another. Merlin these were GOOOOOOOD. |
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