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Blackened · 09-12-2010, 09:29 PM

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Originally Posted by BrightestWitch

"Masterson is going to kill me!" muttered Bueller as he shamelessly tried to piece back together a large pumpkin that he accidentally destroyed with his football. If that hippie of a friend Teagan would have just played a few rounds of catch, Bueller would not have been forced to play with himself. "I should have known referring to this as pigskin would put him out." Bueller stepped away from the pumpkin and tilted his head sideways, "Not bad, not bad at all." In all honesty it was pretty bad, the pumpkin was destroyed beyond recognition of its former self.

Teagan was prancing around the pumpkin patch thinking of rainbows and unicorns and such, his face all brightened up by the prettiness of his thoughts. He really liked this place, much like he enjoyed the rest of the grounds. Some people claimed the castle was the best part about Hogwarts, but Teagan felt differently. Who wanted to be holed up inside with this nice weather and with grounds such as these?

With that sunny thought in mind, he came to a stop, scanning the rows of pumpkins. He was sure he had left Bueller somewhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be seen. Not that it was surprising in the least; that boy could not sit still for a moment. Teagan walked around some more, beginning to hum something to himself. He was slowly but surely getting to the chorus when he came upon the most horrid sight ever. Something that looked like the shrivelled remains of a pumpkin carcass loomed before him - and next to it, lo and behold! - was Bueller.

"Seriously, Bee, was this necessary?" he pointed with his shoe at the pumpkin, or what was left of it. "You are going to fix it, right?" Teagan eyed his friend with mild scepticism.

09-12-2010, 09:29 PM	#408 (permalink)
Blackened Graphorn Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: Fangtasia. Posts: 17,750 Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Skye Corliss Fifth Year	Chris Cookie Siriusly In Love Quote: Originally Posted by BrightestWitch "Masterson is going to kill me!" muttered Bueller as he shamelessly tried to piece back together a large pumpkin that he accidentally destroyed with his football. If that hippie of a friend Teagan would have just played a few rounds of catch, Bueller would not have been forced to play with himself. "I should have known referring to this as pigskin would put him out." Bueller stepped away from the pumpkin and tilted his head sideways, "Not bad, not bad at all." In all honesty it was pretty bad, the pumpkin was destroyed beyond recognition of its former self. Teagan was prancing around the pumpkin patch thinking of rainbows and unicorns and such, his face all brightened up by the prettiness of his thoughts. He really liked this place, much like he enjoyed the rest of the grounds. Some people claimed the castle was the best part about Hogwarts, but Teagan felt differently. Who wanted to be holed up inside with this nice weather and with grounds such as these? With that sunny thought in mind, he came to a stop, scanning the rows of pumpkins. He was sure he had left Bueller somewhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be seen. Not that it was surprising in the least; that boy could not sit still for a moment. Teagan walked around some more, beginning to hum something to himself. He was slowly but surely getting to the chorus when he came upon the most horrid sight ever. Something that looked like the shrivelled remains of a pumpkin carcass loomed before him - and next to it, lo and behold! - was Bueller. "Seriously, Bee, was this necessary?" he pointed with his shoe at the pumpkin, or what was left of it. "You are going to fix it, right?" Teagan eyed his friend with mild scepticism. __________________ The only thing worth surrendering to is the moment.