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Seeker_Seven · 01-20-2010, 08:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

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Catching the whiff of something horribly dreadful, the fifth year screwed up his face in an expression that was full of both disgust and wonder. What on EARTH was that? Fixing his gaze on the midget next to him (hypocrite, Ian was, since he was roughly 5'5"), the fifth year stared at his ... thing flower stuff.

"What DID you do? Summon the Quidditch team's socks or somethin'?" Haha. This was a funny thought. Ian wondered how did the Lunatic Ravenclaw had for Quidditch captain -and the rest of the team, too, for that matter- managed to live what THAT smell.

And his mum thought he was filthy.

Distractedly, Ian continued to produce flowers. The same red nightmares he'd came up with before. Well, crap.

Freeman sniffed. "At least my plant is interesting," he said loftily. "Anyone can summon those plain old things you've got. And probably in more than one color." Forget that the person he was talking to had at least four years on him, and could probably tie his ears in a knot. "Oh, AND. The Quidditch team should wash their socks like every other sane human being. Hygiene is even more important when you sweat like an ape."

He prodded his sickly-looking bud and glanced up at the homework board. Oh, noooo! They had to make more of these?! And in public?!?

Freeman groaned.

01-20-2010, 08:05 PM	#355 (permalink)
Seeker_Seven Puffskein Join Date: May 2006 Location: Rainyville, USA Posts: 1,809 Hogwarts RPG Name: Freeman L. Stuart Second Year x1	Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !! Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed .... Catching the whiff of something horribly dreadful, the fifth year screwed up his face in an expression that was full of both disgust and wonder. What on EARTH was that? Fixing his gaze on the midget next to him (hypocrite, Ian was, since he was roughly 5'5"), the fifth year stared at his ... thing flower stuff. "What DID you do? Summon the Quidditch team's socks or somethin'?" Haha. This was a funny thought. Ian wondered how did the Lunatic Ravenclaw had for Quidditch captain -and the rest of the team, too, for that matter- managed to live what THAT smell. And his mum thought he was filthy. Distractedly, Ian continued to produce flowers. The same red nightmares he'd came up with before. Well, crap. Freeman sniffed. "At least my plant is interesting," he said loftily. "Anyone can summon those plain old things you've got. And probably in more than one color." Forget that the person he was talking to had at least four years on him, and could probably tie his ears in a knot. "Oh, AND. The Quidditch team should wash their socks like every other sane human being. Hygiene is even more important when you sweat like an ape." He prodded his sickly-looking bud and glanced up at the homework board. Oh, noooo! They had to make more of these?! And in public?!? Freeman groaned. __________________ *His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered.*