01-10-2010, 06:53 PM
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 MO Puffskein
Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall.
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7
| Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Quote:
Originally Posted by Oesed At first Ian wondered where on earth had Kellen run off to, then thought that if the other boy had ran away was something he could hardly blame him off, and then at last, he realized that Kellen had gone under the table.
Straightening up and scratching his head, Ian forgot his manners and the other people he was having a 'conversation' with, and ducked under the table. "I reckon they are trying to make us their servants. Women, y'know, the whole bunch have this thing that they feel like BOSSING everyone around." Ian made a face because he knew that from experience. He had a mum, three sisters, and an unbelievable large pack of female cousins.
They were all bossy and Ian was SURE they thought of him as their own little slave. With not one look of disgust, Ian's index finger poked the gum. "Hey, Allison," Ian emerged from under the table and grinned wickedly at the girl, "Want some gum? There's a reaaaaal fresh one down there. Wouldn't want it to go to waste." See? He wasn't EXCLUDING people from his conversation with Kellen. Mum would be proud. "I don't doubt that at all." Kellen nodded. He has his own sisters at home, and his aunt was every bit as domineering as what the boy was describing. He decided he couldn't keep calling this guy fake names forever, and was about to ask what his real name was when the boy sat up and offered the gum to Allison. It was so fantastically gross that he snickered. Quote:
Originally Posted by Tazenhani Deciding it was best to remove his clumsy limbs from knocking any more heads at his table, and so as to vacate the seat so another student less likely to cause a "humpty-dumpty" could occupy it, Sabel wandered through the hall. He got about five feet before his double-left-feet returned to him as he tripped, ran into, or otherwise collided with a student looking under their table. He would have thought it a strange activity, had he not been so preoccupied with saving his face from hard tile.
And then something hit him from behind. His shoulder wrenched at an awkward angle, but all his attention was focused on keeping the sticky table-candies from his hair. Success.
He sat up and rubbed his shoulder, glaring at whoever tackled him, but then grinned. Of course. "Dakest. I really should have known." He scooted over on the bench and let Sabel take the spot between him and Allison, "Sit, eat. Are you in Ravenclaw then?" |
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