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Hawken Terrell · 02-02-2010, 03:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Faerilicious

The look Madiison was currently receiving only confirmed her theory. This boy did not know what a joke was. Returning the favour, the little red head only stared right back at him, intently. Something told this little girl that he did not know how to have fun either!

Oh, PERFECT! She could demonstrate! What an excellent way to ward off boredom. SMIIIILE.

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"You are planning to stick a toad into," Di demonstrated the length with her hands, "that little piece of cloth?" The poor poor toad could suffocate! Gaspeth! "YOU! Did YOU kill Charlotte Marie?" Or whatever that scorpion's name was.

“Who, by Merlin’s pointy curled elfy-shoes, is Charlotte Marie, and why would you think I killed her?” he shook his head. “It? Whatever…”

Pause.

“I didn’t kill anything.” Yet. but he kept that part to himself. He had to do something about his fits. They were getting worse and he certainly didn’t trust the nurse enough to try and ask her for help.

An uncomfortable itch started in the back of his head and reached up and scratched it. Chunks of his dark blond hair littered his shoulder as he did so. It’s gotta help my hair too… he thought. Poor Broccoli, or more correctly, poor Broccoli's hair. It still was suffering his ill-advised attempt to cure his dandruff (although, in an ironic twist, since he lost his hair, he hadn't had any dandruff and therefore the potion had done it's job. He couldn’t really fault it now could he?).

And Broccoli was at his wits end and Amimation’s book had told him the proper cure. All he needed was that square of cloth to turn into a bag he could hang around his neck.

02-02-2010, 03:09 AM	#444 (permalink)
Hawken Terrell Ramora Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: boycotting Posts: 5,194 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aden Broccoli Fifth Year	::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie Quote: Originally Posted by Faerilicious The look Madiison was currently receiving only confirmed her theory. This boy did not know what a joke was. Returning the favour, the little red head only stared right back at him, intently. Something told this little girl that he did not know how to have fun either! Oh, PERFECT! She could demonstrate! What an excellent way to ward off boredom. SMIIIILE. ... "You are planning to stick a toad into," Di demonstrated the length with her hands, "that little piece of cloth?" The poor poor toad could suffocate! Gaspeth! "YOU! Did YOU kill Charlotte Marie?" Or whatever that scorpion's name was. “Who, by Merlin’s pointy curled elfy-shoes, is Charlotte Marie, and why would you think I killed her?” he shook his head. “It? Whatever…” Pause. “I didn’t kill anything.” Yet. but he kept that part to himself. He had to do something about his fits. They were getting worse and he certainly didn’t trust the nurse enough to try and ask her for help. An uncomfortable itch started in the back of his head and reached up and scratched it. Chunks of his dark blond hair littered his shoulder as he did so. It’s gotta help my hair too… he thought. Poor Broccoli, or more correctly, poor Broccoli's hair. It still was suffering his ill-advised attempt to cure his dandruff (although, in an ironic twist, since he lost his hair, he hadn't had any dandruff and therefore the potion had done it's job. He couldn’t really fault it now could he?). And Broccoli was at his wits end and Amimation’s book had told him the proper cure. All he needed was that square of cloth to turn into a bag he could hang around his neck. __________________