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Davvy_Wavvy · 10-29-2010, 06:35 PM

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Originally Posted by noodles

Oliver was, it seemed, perpetually late. He darted up the stairs from the dungeons, without pausing until he got to the top of the castle where he was supposed to be meeting Rhea. In the 'Room on Requirement', although the lad had never been there before. Well he rarely ventured up here.. unless it was to meet Cameron near her Common Room.

He panted, trying to get his breath back, clutching a stitch in his side as he squinted down the corridor. Where the flarp was the place!? Urgh. He leaned against the wall and took in his surroundings.. but then it dawned on him slowly that he was in fact leaning against a door. A door that hadn't been there moments ago...

Weird.

He turned to face it, and turned the handle, pushing open the large door to reveal a room equipped with everything he and Rhea needed for their task. And woe and behold.. there was the very girl he was looking for. He grinned at her. “Well isn't this cosy.” He commented, a hint of his sarcastic flat humour to his tone. He walked into the centre of the room, the door closing with a crash behind him. He eyed a butterbeer rather shiftily before opting for a fruit juice. He had no desire to become hyper twitchy boy in front of Ms Rhea Bellaire.

He plopped down on one of the plushes. “You're way too organised, you know that?” He smirked at the Huffie girl. If they were doing things his way, it would be just to turn up at this shindig and hope for the best. heh.

Rhea had been nibbling on her apple when a voice caused her to drop it. She turned around to face the owner of the voice. That tone was mostly used by one person, the [big] head boy himself. She frowned slightly and picked up the apple she had dropped and threw it into the bin. Scooooooore! She could totally be a chaser or something. "Well yes. I don't know about you but I wouldn't get much done in a dank dungeon like place." She smirked and followed him with her eyes to the plushie that he plopped down on.

Her eyebrows raised as he commented on her organisational skills. What? He was such a boy. There was no such thing as being too organised, Things would hardly go wrong then."There is no such thing as being too organized. The party HAS to be good. Especially since I'll be associated with it." She got up and grabbed herself a bowl of grapes, which she began to plop into her mouth one at a time.

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Davvy_Wavvy Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Jamaica Posts: 13,701 Hogwarts RPG Name: Belle Bellaire-Moore Fifth Year x1 x3	Frangelina \|\| twitter addict \|\| Music of the Sun \|\| The Fresh Princess of Bellaire Quote: Originally Posted by noodles Oliver was, it seemed, perpetually late. He darted up the stairs from the dungeons, without pausing until he got to the top of the castle where he was supposed to be meeting Rhea. In the 'Room on Requirement', although the lad had never been there before. Well he rarely ventured up here.. unless it was to meet Cameron near her Common Room. He panted, trying to get his breath back, clutching a stitch in his side as he squinted down the corridor. Where the flarp was the place!? Urgh. He leaned against the wall and took in his surroundings.. but then it dawned on him slowly that he was in fact leaning against a door. A door that hadn't been there moments ago... Weird. He turned to face it, and turned the handle, pushing open the large door to reveal a room equipped with everything he and Rhea needed for their task. And woe and behold.. there was the very girl he was looking for. He grinned at her. “Well isn't this cosy.” He commented, a hint of his sarcastic flat humour to his tone. He walked into the centre of the room, the door closing with a crash behind him. He eyed a butterbeer rather shiftily before opting for a fruit juice. He had no desire to become hyper twitchy boy in front of Ms Rhea Bellaire. He plopped down on one of the plushes. “You're way too organised, you know that?” He smirked at the Huffie girl. If they were doing things his way, it would be just to turn up at this shindig and hope for the best. heh. Rhea had been nibbling on her apple when a voice caused her to drop it. She turned around to face the owner of the voice. That tone was mostly used by one person, the [big] head boy himself. She frowned slightly and picked up the apple she had dropped and threw it into the bin. Scooooooore! She could totally be a chaser or something. *"Well yes. I don't know about you but I wouldn't get much done in a dank dungeon* like place."** She smirked and followed him with her eyes to the plushie that he plopped down on. Her eyebrows raised as he commented on her organisational skills. What? He was such a boy. There was no such thing as being too organised, Things would hardly go wrong then."There is no such thing as being too organized. The party HAS to be good. Especially since I'll be associated with it." She got up and grabbed herself a bowl of grapes, which she began to plop into her mouth one at a time. __________________ ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack...