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noodles · 01-12-2010, 03:40 AM

SPOILER!!: Captain Rodent :P

“Merlin's pants yeah.” He nodded and then smirked at her. “You cheeky mare. Yeah. I got some potato.” And apart from that he had only had some bread and peanuts. Before SOMEBODY decided that wiping spittle on his face was a good idea and... well – he was pleased that was over. He followed her eyes to the ceiling and they widened. How come he hadn't noticed THAT before!? Even when studying the Hufflepuff banner, the enchanted ceiling hadn't registered. “Whoa.” He said, tilting his neck back further and looking straight up. “Someone's worked some cool mojo on THAT thing. You've got to be pretty powerful to create something like that.” He looked at Miranda to see her cleaning up something.. gross looking and he screwed up his face. “Leave that crap to the house elves.” Urgh.. He nodded – his sentiments exactly. “I think we deserve something to eat now.”

And with that, he headed straight back to the Huffie table not even thinking about joining his own housemates. And, ahhhhh.. it was just as cosy along the bench as it had been before. He wiggled his bum, causing the whole bench to move while he got settled there then dived into the food. Sausages, bacon, ham, pork, chicken – lots of meat and a tiiiiiiny portion of vegetables.

“Yeah. Like Hogwarts.” He replied. “But cold and sort of run a bit like a military operation. I was in the a house called Chimare. I suppose for the same reasons I'm now a Slytherin.” He shrugged.

“It's ok. I didn't say you lied. Just fooled me... and that's ok.” He winked. “But you did say there was NO flying professor.” Which... was a lie wasn't it? Hehehe. Crafty badger. “It's a relief to know it's not true, otherwise...” He looked towards the doors at the other end of the hall. “..I'd be outta here.” And what a shame that would have been seeing as he and Rodent were getting along so well now.

“Chaser! Good call. You look like a chaser. Little people usually make good chasers.” hehe. He couldn't resist getting that one in. “Me?” He punched the palm of his hand. “I'm a Beater.” He said proudly. Oh what fun it was to get rid of your pent up aggression on the Quidditch pitch where it wasn't against any rules to beat someone about a bit.

01-12-2010, 03:40 AM	#539 (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!!: Captain Rodent :P Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd Okay, it seemed like they were finally agreeing on something. No more name calling. Good. That didn't mean she would stop coming up with names... Erm, kind of. *"I'm STARVING!"* She answered his question, making her head loll back and she looked up at the ceiling. Aw, it was a pretty night tonight. "Are you? You had some of the mashed potato, right?" She winked at him. Noooo, wait. She was acting all friendly with the dude, like nothing had happened. Hmpf. Careful there. She made her wand swish about and cleaned up what looked like...bunny droppings. Omygosh, ew. Blah, it was probably olives or something. How in the hell could kids dirty this place up so much!? "I think we cleaned up our mess..." She glanced at the boy, wondering if he was up for ~~running~~ taking a break, and then back at the Hufflepuff table. She did want to have another piece of the pie...the one that got away. Her eyes grew as Oliver began to tell about his previous school. She had only read about it through her history books, and some other random pages from the library. But it was always better to hear about things from someone who's been there. "So...like Hogwarts." Did she know about the castle? No? Oh, that must've been a rhetorical question! "I bet it is big, but the grounds here are pretty grand too..."Aw, that sounded like a nice place to go flying indeed- Oops. She bit her thumb nail and grimaced slightly. Miranda had totally forgotten the part when she had let him assume there was no flying. *"I didn't lie... you just assumed* there was no flying here..." Poor bloke, Miranda would've wept is someone had lied to her like that. 'Cus no one messed with the powerness of Quidditch! "Oh, stop that..." Her hand waved for him to stop the salute gesture and she blushed...again. "I'm a Chaser." Yes Mam! "How about you?" They didn't really get the chance to find out before... Hehe. “Merlin's pants yeah.” He nodded and then smirked at her. “You cheeky mare. Yeah. I got some potato.” And apart from that he had only had some bread and peanuts. Before SOMEBODY decided that wiping spittle on his face was a good idea and... well – he was pleased that was over. He followed her eyes to the ceiling and they widened. How come he hadn't noticed THAT before!? Even when studying the Hufflepuff banner, the enchanted ceiling hadn't registered. “Whoa.” He said, tilting his neck back further and looking straight up. “Someone's worked some cool mojo on THAT thing. You've got to be pretty powerful to create something like that.” He looked at Miranda to see her cleaning up something.. gross looking and he screwed up his face. “Leave that crap to the house elves.” Urgh.. He nodded – his sentiments exactly. “I think we deserve something to eat now.”** And with that, he headed straight back to the Huffie table not even thinking about joining his own housemates. And, ahhhhh.. it was just as cosy along the bench as it had been before. He wiggled his bum, causing the whole bench to move while he got settled there then dived into the food. Sausages, bacon, ham, pork, chicken – lots of meat and a tiiiiiiny portion of vegetables. “Yeah. Like Hogwarts.” He replied. “But cold and sort of run a bit like a military operation. I was in the a house called Chimare. I suppose for the same reasons I'm now a Slytherin.” He shrugged. “It's ok. I didn't say you lied. Just fooled me... and that's ok.” He winked. “But you did say there was NO flying professor.” Which... was a lie wasn't it? Hehehe. Crafty badger. “It's a relief to know it's not true, otherwise...” He looked towards the doors at the other end of the hall. “..I'd be outta here.” And what a shame that would have been seeing as he and Rodent were getting along so well now. “Chaser! Good call. You look like a chaser. Little people usually make good chasers.” hehe. He couldn't resist getting that one in. “Me?” He punched the palm of his hand. “I'm a Beater.” He said proudly. Oh what fun it was to get rid of your pent up aggression on the Quidditch pitch where it wasn't against any rules to beat someone about a bit. __________________