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Originally Posted by seusslover14
Kylie laughed. She'd heard about the awful Astronomy teacher. "Yeah. I'm not in Astronomy.. thank goodness." She took another bite and swallowed it down. She hadn't heard anything about the nurse, "So the nurse just bakes...cookies? Really?? Is she standing in for someone or something? I know that Lord whats-his-name is just filling in..."
"'Unno," Arrick shrugged. "Maybe the proper nurse had enough of all this balminess and ran away."
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Originally Posted by midget
THAT WAS A FUNNY FACE!
SNAP.
Tammy giggled softly, she hadn't intended on taking a photo here. Just to eat. BUT THAT WAS FUNNY.
And as soon as the click went, she was gone.
Arrick blinked the flash out of his eyes. What the heck? Who brought a camera and why didn't they *ask* him if they could set off flashbulbs in his face?
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Originally Posted by Sherbertsnitch
Abigail walked into the great hall and headed towards the Hufflepuff table. She’d just taken her first picture for her muggle studies homework, and the sight of the snow from the owlery had made her really happy. Winter was her favourite time of the year and she desperately wanted to go and build a snow mad! She just needed to find someone to do it with her.
As she walked down the table she found Tammy, Kylie and Arrick. “Hi guys! How’s everyone?” She hadn’t been speaking to Arrick since there magical creature class -he hadn’t been very nice to her even though she was just trying to be helpful- but she decided it was time to start talking to him again. “Does anyone fancy going outside and making a snow man, I want to take a picture of it for muggle studies? And we can do it the muggle way as well because it’s a lot more fun!” She felt like she had eaten too much sugar she was that hyper, but it was just the snow. Abigail didn’t get hyper very often so it was a rare sight.
Oh. Muggle studies? Arrick made a face again. They studied muggles? "Properly all wrong too, make everything sound odd," he muttered to himself.
"How do you all make snowmen then?" He wondered aloud, imagining someone conjuring a snowman from nowhere. Or turning rocks into snowmen? Or snowmen into rocks?
Couldn't they just DO things properly when it was obviously the easiest way? Not that Arrick had made a snowman before--he had, in his younger years, rolled up a ball of snow only to have it kicked over and tromped on by the resident pack of bullies, after which he stuck with lobbing snowballs.
He didn't see what was so fun about making snowmen in the first place.