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noodles · 03-19-2010, 09:25 PM

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Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

Sprinting as fast as her short legs would carry her, the Hufflepuff tried in vain to catch up to Jack and Jake. Her robes had caught on the third floor's stairs, which were partially overgrown with roses, but she'd ripped it out and continued her journey upward.

Breathing heavily from exertion, wand in one hand and shield up, legs scratched and front covered in Jake's blood, the teenager took in the fourth floor's hallway with wide eyes. Everywhere there was rubble and in some places, smeared blood. Biting her lip, Wesley trudged on, stopping as she spotted the crab girl.

And then that one Hufflepuff. And then some other girl. And then...

"Oliver?" Wesley called out, forgetting all about Jake, and the curses, and concentrating to keep her shield up, and remembering just that Oliver was her friend.

And that she had broken her promise.

"O-oliverrrr! Oliver, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the tiny third year cried out, running - stumbling - towards him.

Oliver nodded at Arya as she told him she would follow. “Don't be long. We need you up there.” He snapped. He narrowed his eyes on the younger girl asking about the injured. She seemed to be no threat. Yet. But he'd be keeping a close eye on her as long as they remained on this floor.

He was fuming. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have allowed himself to be stunned by that blasted prefect? And then to FORGET his job!? His PURPOSE!?

With a scowl on his face he turned to the sound of the familiar little voice of his adopted little sister as she came running towards him. Urgh! WHAT WAS SHE DOING UP HERE!?

He reached out to catch her as she stumbled towards him. “The HELL you waffling about?” He asked her impatiently. “What are you doing here? You need to get back downstairs to safety, Wesley.” He gave her a warning look. She could get hurt.

...By him.

Oh dear.

03-19-2010, 09:25 PM	#342 (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! Quote: Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs Sprinting as fast as her short legs would carry her, the Hufflepuff tried in vain to catch up to Jack and Jake. Her robes had caught on the third floor's stairs, which were partially overgrown with roses, but she'd ripped it out and continued her journey upward. Breathing heavily from exertion, wand in one hand and shield up, legs scratched and front covered in Jake's blood, the teenager took in the fourth floor's hallway with wide eyes. Everywhere there was rubble and in some places, smeared blood. Biting her lip, Wesley trudged on, stopping as she spotted the crab girl. And then that one Hufflepuff. And then some other girl. And then... "Oliver?" Wesley called out, forgetting all about Jake, and the curses, and concentrating to keep her shield up, and remembering just that Oliver was her friend. And that she had broken her promise. "O-oliverrrr! Oliver, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the tiny third year cried out, running - stumbling - towards him. Oliver nodded at Arya as she told him she would follow. “Don't be long. We need you up there.” He snapped. He narrowed his eyes on the younger girl asking about the injured. She seemed to be no threat. Yet. But he'd be keeping a close eye on her as long as they remained on this floor. He was fuming. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have allowed himself to be stunned by that blasted prefect? And then to FORGET his job!? His PURPOSE!? With a scowl on his face he turned to the sound of the familiar little voice of his adopted little sister as she came running towards him. Urgh! WHAT WAS SHE DOING UP HERE!? He reached out to catch her as she stumbled towards him. “The HELL you waffling about?” He asked her impatiently. “What are you doing here? You need to get back downstairs to safety, Wesley.” He gave her a warning look. She could get hurt. ...By him. Oh dear. __________________ Last edited by noodles; 03-19-2010 at 09:31 PM.