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noodles · 01-10-2010, 12:14 PM

SPOILER!!: nasty, nasty, evil girl! xD

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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

What is up with his body movements? Did he have to move that much!? THERE ISN'T ENOUGH ROOM to SQUIRM! Oh yeah? He wanted to squiggle, well Miranda could do that too! Her elbows tight agains her sides, she began to wiggle in her seat. Yeah, let's see how he likes that!
"Muggle dance? Are you muggle then?" Because Miranda was half-and-half, and she doesn't remember seeing that stuff.

Oh, too bad. "Aw. I'd like to see her one day. I hear she's friendly." She had forgotten that she was ANNOYED at the boy and with a serene smile, she began to think about cute Nessie. So he had a brother! "How...How many siblings do you have?" This she asked carefully, knowing she was treading dangerous ground getting all personal with Obnoxious Boy over here.

"You don't look fine." Her head shook and she watched the boy drink his water. Oh he'd better not pass out or anything, she did NOT want to get the blame for this...beast.

_____________________

Her rage multiplied as she could still hear the boy laughing, mocking her now potatoe smothered face.
She wasn't actually sure she was running the right direction because she had suddnely gotten potatoe in her eye. But she felt triumphant as she felt the collision and then the ground dissapeared from under her. Eeeeeeeeek!

Rub-a-dub-dub! "How do you like that!" It wasn't a question. Miranda yelled as his mouth, which she didnt even notice was open, suddnely snapped shut and she almost lost a finger to it! DANGEROUS!

SHE WOULD NEVER GET OFF! Mwahahahaha!
Okay well, someday ofcourse... But not right now! Poke, jab poke-poke. Miranda was starting to feel her arms getting tired as she jabbed one finger here, and JABBED another there. Dangit, she'd better get her Chaser arms in shape before tryouts! "Not..." Pant. ...until you...APOLOGIZE! Yeaaaaaah, maybe he will look good with potato in his curly hair! Rub rub rub.

Miranda laughed, sounding slightly mad. "Oh no, Ollie, a Mooncalf's got nothing on this BADGER!" Badgers attacked if provoked... "Oh, why don't you try and slither away?" That wasn't a question either.

And for good measure, she licked her finger again and poked it into his EAR. Yes ladies and gentleman, that, she had learned from her big brother. Thankyou.
Okay, ew. She hadn't thought if it would be all wazy in there...but she guessed it didn't matter since her hand was all potatoed.

What was this? Elbows in the ribs? Just totally, totally uncalled for. This Miranda girly sure had problems. Personality problems – yeah. They had gone from a light hearted conversation, to her hurling insults about, to this. Violence. Oliver turned his head and gave her a look, pain registering under the smirk as she jabbed her elbow hard into his ribs. “Can you not? Please?” He asked her. Girls. Annoying, yet strangely engaging, beings.

Muggle!? The expression on Oliver's face said it all about his thoughts on that matter. “No.” He replied flatly as if it was a very silly question indeed. “I'm Pureblood.” Through and through. “But my half-brother's into all that crap and I've seen a few of those....” What in the hell were they called? ...Urh... “Those gold disk things... on one of those picture boxes.” ...Well that was articulate. But it wasn't his fault - she was insisting on asking such stupid questions!

So now she was trying to be pleasant again. Merlin – imagine living with this one and her mood swings? “Kelpies are not friendly.” He said with humour in his voice. “You'd have to be stupid to go up to one and start talking to it.” pfft.. friendly. Was she really interested in his family? He wasn't entirely sure but just answering her mundane question seemed to be the safest way to go. “Six.” he replied. “Well... they're more kinda my half siblings. Five brothers and one sister.” He informed her. “You?” Did he care?

Naaaaah.

Not since she turned into crazy mood swing girl who just confused him anyway.

“I am fine.” he repeated once again, draining his glass of water.

Pout, pout.

_____________________

So from rib elbowing, they moved onto... this.

Aaaaaargh! She'd completely flipped. He DIDN'T like this AT ALL!. He turned his head to the side, trying to get away from the potato being rubbed there, his eyes closed and his hands flailing helplessly.

The poking was beginning to really hurt and he could tell he was going to be covered in lots of little finger sized bruises later on. APOLOGISE? She had to be kidding! “Me apologise!!?” He hissed. “You started this! You and your SPITTLE!” Aaaaagh! He began making helpless whimpering sounds as she proceeded to rub the remainder of the mashed potato in his hair and then continued with the poking.

Poke, poke, poke. He was tempted to put a finger in her eye.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide as she proceeded to lick her finger and stick it in his ear, along with a load of potato. “Waaah!” He cried, looking thoroughly disgusted. And now he had an ear full of potato gloop. His hearing went all weird like he was underwater.

“Please, get off me.” He whined. She was NUTS! Nuttier than a vat of peanut butter. He couldn't stand this anymore and got hold of her by her arms and rolled them both over. If she had been a boy, this was the point where he would have got a few punches in but... he didn't quite know what to do seeing as she was a girrrrrl. A horrible girrrrl.

So...

He sort of scrambled to his feet very ungracefully. But she was MAD if she thought that was it. OH NO. She was NOT going to get away with such an attack and a battering of him and his pride. Reaching over to the table, he picked up the first bowl of food he laid his hand on and proceeded to empty the contents on top of her. Peas. Hahahah! MUSHY GREEN PEAS. She looked like a man sized bogey. “YOU!” He pointed at her melodramatically. “You and I are no longer friends.” He began to back away only to slip in some potato and fall backwards onto his behind. “OW!”

He was SO regretting thinking that the Hufflepuffs were cool...

01-10-2010, 12:14 PM	#283 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! SPOILER!!: nasty, nasty, evil girl! xD Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd What is up with his body movements? Did he have to move that much!? THERE ISN'T ENOUGH ROOM to SQUIRM! Oh yeah? He wanted to squiggle, well Miranda could do that too! Her elbows tight agains her sides, she began to wiggle in her seat. Yeah, let's see how he likes that! "Muggle dance? Are you muggle then?" Because Miranda was half-and-half, and she doesn't remember seeing that stuff. Oh, too bad. "Aw. I'd like to see her one day. I hear she's friendly." She had forgotten that she was ANNOYED at the boy and with a serene smile, she began to think about cute Nessie. So he had a brother! "How...How many siblings do you have?" This she asked carefully, knowing she was treading dangerous ground getting all personal with Obnoxious Boy over here. "You don't look fine." Her head shook and she watched the boy drink his water. Oh he'd better not pass out or anything, she did NOT want to get the blame for this...beast. _____________________ Her rage multiplied as she could still hear the boy laughing, mocking her now potatoe smothered face. She wasn't actually sure she was running the right direction because she had suddnely gotten potatoe in her eye. But she felt triumphant as she felt the collision and then the ground dissapeared from under her. Eeeeeeeeek! Rub-a-dub-dub! *"How do you like that!"* It wasn't a question. Miranda yelled as his mouth, which she didnt even notice was open, suddnely snapped shut and she almost lost a finger to it! DANGEROUS! SHE WOULD NEVER GET OFF! Mwahahahaha! Okay well, someday ofcourse... But not right now! Poke, jab poke-poke. Miranda was starting to feel her arms getting tired as she jabbed one finger here, and JABBED another there. Dangit, she'd better get her Chaser arms in shape before tryouts! "Not..." Pant. ...until you...APOLOGIZE! Yeaaaaaah, maybe he will look good with potato in his curly hair! Rub rub rub. Miranda laughed, sounding slightly mad. *"Oh no, Ollie, a Mooncalf's got nothing* on this BADGER!" Badgers attacked if provoked... "Oh, why don't you try and slither away?"** That wasn't a question either. And for good measure, she licked her finger again and poked it into his EAR. Yes ladies and gentleman, that, she had learned from her big brother. Thankyou. Okay, ew. She hadn't thought if it would be all wazy in there...but she guessed it didn't matter since her hand was all potatoed. What was this? Elbows in the ribs? Just totally, totally uncalled for. This Miranda girly sure had problems. Personality problems – yeah. They had gone from a light hearted conversation, to her hurling insults about, to this. Violence. Oliver turned his head and gave her a look, pain registering under the smirk as she jabbed her elbow hard into his ribs. “Can you not? Please?” He asked her. Girls. Annoying, yet strangely engaging, beings. Muggle!? The expression on Oliver's face said it all about his thoughts on that matter. “No.” He replied flatly as if it was a very silly question indeed. “I'm Pureblood.” Through and through. “But my half-brother's into all that crap and I've seen a few of those....” What in the hell were they called? ...Urh... “Those gold disk things... on one of those picture boxes.” ...Well that was articulate. But it wasn't his fault - she was insisting on asking such stupid questions! So now she was trying to be pleasant again. Merlin – imagine living with this one and her mood swings? “Kelpies are not friendly.” He said with humour in his voice. “You'd have to be stupid to go up to one and start talking to it.” pfft.. friendly. Was she really interested in his family? He wasn't entirely sure but just answering her mundane question seemed to be the safest way to go. “Six.” he replied. “Well... they're more kinda my half siblings. Five brothers and one sister.” He informed her. “You?” Did he care? Naaaaah. Not since she turned into crazy mood swing girl who just confused him anyway. “I am fine.” he repeated once again, draining his glass of water. Pout, pout. _____________________ So from rib elbowing, they moved onto... this. Aaaaaargh! She'd completely flipped. He DIDN'T like this AT ALL!. He turned his head to the side, trying to get away from the potato being rubbed there, his eyes closed and his hands flailing helplessly. The poking was beginning to really hurt and he could tell he was going to be covered in lots of little finger sized bruises later on. APOLOGISE? She had to be kidding! “Me apologise!!?” He hissed. “You started this! You and your SPITTLE!” Aaaaagh! He began making helpless whimpering sounds as she proceeded to rub the remainder of the mashed potato in his hair and then continued with the poking. Poke, poke, poke. He was tempted to put a finger in her eye. He looked up at her, his eyes wide as she proceeded to lick her finger and stick it in his ear, along with a load of potato. “Waaah!” He cried, looking thoroughly disgusted. And now he had an ear full of potato gloop. His hearing went all weird like he was underwater. “Please, get off me.” He whined. She was NUTS! Nuttier than a vat of peanut butter. He couldn't stand this anymore and got hold of her by her arms and rolled them both over. If she had been a boy, this was the point where he would have got a few punches in but... he didn't quite know what to do seeing as she was a girrrrrl. A horrible girrrrl. So... He sort of scrambled to his feet very ungracefully. But she was MAD if she thought that was it. OH NO. She was NOT going to get away with such an attack and a battering of him and his pride. Reaching over to the table, he picked up the first bowl of food he laid his hand on and proceeded to empty the contents on top of her. Peas. Hahahah! MUSHY GREEN PEAS. She looked like a man sized bogey. “YOU!” He pointed at her melodramatically. “You and I are no longer friends.” He began to back away only to slip in some potato and fall backwards onto his behind. “OW!” He was SO regretting thinking that the Hufflepuffs were cool...