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PadfootAndTheWolf · 09-08-2010, 02:33 AM

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Originally Posted by Maxilocks

Davina's smile grew smaller... and smaller... and smaller.

Oh.

To be honest, she did not know how to react, courtesy the colour the boy's face had now acquired. It could be a genuine mistake, it honestly could. Benefit of the doubt? Perhaps.

"May I ask which year you are in... sir?" She asked, quietly.

Yes. That was it. This had to be a first year, in disguise. Because, honestly, any fifteen or sixteen year old would be able to tell the difference between an office door, and a... well.

Oh the horror!!! Why did this have to happen to him?! Could she stop looking at him now? He just wanted to crawl up in a corner and die from embarrassment right now. He stood there for another few seconds unsure if his voice would ever work again.

Then she asked what year he was in. Oh great, his puny size comes up again. "Um..I'm a f-fifth year, ma'am." he said with a voice so uncharacterically small for his usual comanding demeanor. "I am guessing this isn't the..." he couldn't even finish, the huge wave of self-consciousness crashed on the Gryffindor again.

"I'm new here." he whispered, the paleness of his face flushed to a bright red, matching the horrid house color that didn't go at all well with his skin tone.

09-08-2010, 02:33 AM	#34 (permalink)
PadfootAndTheWolf formerly: DanialRadFAN01 Bicorn Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: On SS of course! Posts: 16,991 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kiera Burton x6	Gaga Mafia Monster : MURPHY : Kelvin's SS!BFAM : Roro's Evil Twin : Ravlyndor : Gopher Quote: Originally Posted by Maxilocks Davina's smile grew smaller... and smaller... and smaller. Oh. To be honest, she did not know how to react, courtesy the colour the boy's face had now acquired. It could be a genuine mistake, it honestly could. Benefit of the doubt? Perhaps. "May I ask which year you are in... sir?" She asked, quietly. Yes. That was it. This had to be a first year, in disguise. Because, honestly, any fifteen or sixteen year old would be able to tell the difference between an office door, and a... well. Oh the horror!!! Why did this have to happen to him?! Could she stop looking at him now? He just wanted to crawl up in a corner and die from embarrassment right now. He stood there for another few seconds unsure if his voice would ever work again. Then she asked what year he was in. Oh great, his puny size comes up again. "Um..I'm a f-fifth year, ma'am." he said with a voice so uncharacterically small for his usual comanding demeanor. "I am guessing this isn't the..." he couldn't even finish, the huge wave of self-consciousness crashed on the Gryffindor again. "I'm new here." he whispered, the paleness of his face flushed to a bright red, matching the horrid house color that didn't go at all well with his skin tone.