12-15-2009, 10:01 PM
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Occamy
Join Date: May 2007 Location: London
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1
| connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Quote:
Originally Posted by Crayola Ugh. Did Woodson have to mention the fact he had lost the opening of the polo season? Sebastian was upset enough about it and he did not need the remembrance of that. But it was true .. their Mother had surely arranged something. "I'm a Whitcomb. I'm sure they'll let me in even if I do get there a bit late." He said nonchalantly.
They better, anyway.
He couldn't keep the snicker off his face when Woodson narrowed his eyes at him. Haha. His brother really didn't enjoy being followed around by those desperate girls, did he? Sebastian couldn't blame him.
He knew the only reason keeping them from following him around was the fact he'd just not talk to them. Or look. Or acknowledge their presence. "Of course, Woodson." Sebastian muttered, leaning back on his seat, crossing his legs infront of him. "Not to mention the fact they would get one of the most important last names in Britain as their last name." Pssh, it honestly wouldn't of surprised Woodson if Father had somehow managed to have the whole start of the British polo season delayed as a welcome home gift to Bastian. It wasn't as though their Father wasn't important enough to have that done. He was.
Perfect nose wrinkled further at his twin brother's comments, brow furrowing broodingly. Honestly, those girls were a joke. And they were even more ridiculously stupid than he'd originally thought if thought for one mere second they had a chance with him. Master Woodson Whitcomb. Ugh.
"Well, at least they're more appealing than the girls in this place," Woodson muttered darkly, eyeing the busy corridor outside with distaste. The girls at home were annoying, yes. But at least they had some sense of style and personal hygiene.
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