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Lockhartian · 12-20-2009, 05:24 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"Hellllllllo ladies," he called out loudly to Sienna and... Aruba? Arjawjaw? Ah...er...he would just avoid mentioning her name out loud. Rico bounded down a few steps from the door and went straight to the front of the box to inspect the view. "How goes things?"

She tried, she really tried to let the boring look leave her face...and she was being a bit, just a bit, successful with it.

Now Enrico was in the room. Finally! "Hey...everything is..." she eyed the...what's it called? The field where the Quidditch players play, and then her eyes went back to Enrico, "...good, I assume" she nodded, "Just hoping this starts very soon" her face was now holding a smile. The sooner this starts, the sooner it will be over, right?

Grin.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cassirin

"This place is horrible," Hunter informed whoever was present as she entered the press box, barefoot with muddy boots in hand. "The mud sucked my boots right off and I had to walk in... I can't even TALK about it. Horrible." It wasn't really that bad, but Hunter wasn't really the outdoorsy type, in spite of the connotations of her first name.

She plunked down in the first seat and set to cleaning off her feet and boots. "Spare socks? Anyone?"

Yes! Thank you!

"Actually, I think it's okay...the view seems to be...appropriate for us" she said, totally not getting what Hunter was saying...

Oooooh...her boots? Oh, they were ruined. Yes. This place is horrible. HORRIBLE. For Hunter. "Oh...that...is awful" sadness reflected on her expression, Sienna could easily understand how Hunter was feeling...except...well, she didn't precisely mind the mud, if you were prepared for it, that is.

The Managing Editor shook her head. No spare socks...not here, anyway.

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Originally Posted by LeapFrog

Daphne entered the press box looking far worse than when she had left her tent. Her red curls were now a disheveled, frizzy mess, her skirt was wrinkled and makeup smudged. The heat, coupled with the long hike from the camp grounds and up the stadium to the press box left the young journalist quite tired.

She feebly waved to her coworkers as she opened up her purse and pulled out a large bottle of water, half empty. She also quickly grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat and running mascara from her face. "Blimey it is sweltering... and that walk! Good thing I wore trainers," she announced, pointing to her old, muddy shoes. It was perfect for navigating the campgrounds.

Huh? Heat? And where was Sienna that she felt totally at ease with the weather today?

"Hey Daphne" she smiled, "Yes, smart choice" she nodded, then again, Daphne was all about Quidditch today and was...more prepared for this? She was probably as excited as Enrico. Totally.

12-20-2009, 05:24 AM	#8 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,978 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "Hellllllllo ladies," he called out loudly to Sienna and... Aruba? Arjawjaw? Ah...er...he would just avoid mentioning her name out loud. Rico bounded down a few steps from the door and went straight to the front of the box to inspect the view. "How goes things?" She tried, she really tried to let the boring look leave her face...and she was being a bit, just a bit, successful with it. Now Enrico was in the room. Finally! "Hey...everything is..." she eyed the...what's it called? The field where the Quidditch players play, and then her eyes went back to Enrico, "...good, I assume" she nodded, "Just hoping this starts very soon" her face was now holding a smile. The sooner this starts, the sooner it will be over, right? Grin. Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "This place is horrible," Hunter informed whoever was present as she entered the press box, barefoot with muddy boots in hand. "The mud sucked my boots right off and I had to walk in... I can't even TALK about it. Horrible." It wasn't really that bad, but Hunter wasn't really the outdoorsy type, in spite of the connotations of her first name. She plunked down in the first seat and set to cleaning off her feet and boots. "Spare socks? Anyone?" Yes! Thank you! "Actually, I think it's okay...the view seems to be...appropriate for us" she said, totally not getting what Hunter was saying... Oooooh...her boots? Oh, they were ruined. Yes. This place is horrible. HORRIBLE. For Hunter. "Oh...that...is awful" sadness reflected on her expression, Sienna could easily understand how Hunter was feeling...except...well, she didn't precisely mind the mud, if you were prepared for it, that is. The Managing Editor shook her head. No spare socks...not here, anyway. Quote: Originally Posted by LeapFrog Daphne entered the press box looking far worse than when she had left her tent. Her red curls were now a disheveled, frizzy mess, her skirt was wrinkled and makeup smudged. The heat, coupled with the long hike from the camp grounds and up the stadium to the press box left the young journalist quite tired. She feebly waved to her coworkers as she opened up her purse and pulled out a large bottle of water, half empty. She also quickly grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat and running mascara from her face. "Blimey it is sweltering... and that walk! Good thing I wore trainers," she announced, pointing to her old, muddy shoes. It was perfect for navigating the campgrounds. Huh? Heat? And where was Sienna that she felt totally at ease with the weather today? "Hey Daphne" she smiled, "Yes, smart choice" she nodded, then again, Daphne was all about Quidditch today and was...more prepared for this? She was probably as excited as Enrico. Totally.