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Luna Laufghudd · 10-31-2010, 04:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Honestly, if Kingsley ever came, then he'd have to ask him how does he manage to keep his clothes on all day, because this was not comfortable. Certainly not. He should've come as a Quidditch player for sure. Now, that was comfortable. Ha.

The boy smiled, more out of the relief that Mr. Masterson seemed not to be considering to turn him into a Niffler than anything else. Trust him to never ask the man for any sort of help.

Haha! The Groundskeeper was the amusing one. Not Treyen. Because coming down as himself was amusing. "We Lockharts are smart people" ALL Lockharts were, "But you were easy to figure out, Sir" yup, another nod.

And, well, maybe Lafay was easy to figure out too, because she was Medusa, was she not? And...Headmaster Tate...er, yeah, that ought to be something muggle-ish. Treyen had no idea.

But then he eyed something move next to them, and it had a lot of fruits. He couldn't help but look that way, and when he noticed who it was he looked back at his Head of House. "Well, Sir, hope you have a good evening" and he started to walk away...away from Saylen...or...maybe not?

The little Preston Kingsley straightened his jacket and moved to the side, "Bon appetite, Professor!" he said, leaning a bit towards Saylen, the boy's face get closer to her food, "I have something scholastic to discuss with you..." he said, while shrugging as if it was no big deal, "...tomorrow, yes?" he asked, because he didn't want to get into such things at Fletcher's party.

So, after this delicious food, Maya was definitely in the mood to eat a fruit... Thankfully - no not really, because she was smart enough to make a hat out of fruits - she wouldn't need to wait too long to snack on natural sugar. A red apple would be perfect.

Indeed. Oh, how I missed you tortilas. Savoury thin corn pancake...thingies. No wheat here, nuh-huh. Because REAL tortillas were made of awesome CORN-

The Mexicana had just shoved a...something in her mouth (she wasn't paying attention but whatever it was, it was DeLISH), when...the Lockhart boy decided to visit. Hm.
What- What is he doing?? Crinkling her nose, Maya grabbed her plate to get it AWAY from the boy's nose. If he wanted tortillas he'd have to get them himself.

Swallow.
"Scholastic?" Was this about the Niffler thing? Heh. "Very well, Mister Lockhart - tomorrow. You know where to find me." You bet he did. "Please don't get into trouble until then, I shall be looking forward to your visit." Smirk. She took a moment to scan his attire...he reminded her of someone. "Nice costume."

10-31-2010, 04:50 PM	#25 (permalink)
Luna Laufghudd Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2008 Posts: 6,692 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maya 'Fiera' Saylen Graduated x5	♪ Golden Badger ♥ clawdia & taylour ♥ Huffie Cappytain ♫ Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian Honestly, if Kingsley ever came, then he'd have to ask him how does he manage to keep his clothes on all day, because this was not comfortable. Certainly not. He should've come as a Quidditch player for sure. Now, that was comfortable. Ha. The boy smiled, more out of the relief that Mr. Masterson seemed not to be considering to turn him into a Niffler than anything else. Trust him to never ask the man for any sort of help. Haha! The Groundskeeper was the amusing one. Not Treyen. Because coming down as himself was amusing. "We Lockharts are smart people" ALL Lockharts were, "But you were easy to figure out, Sir" yup, another nod. And, well, maybe Lafay was easy to figure out too, because she was Medusa, was she not? And...Headmaster Tate...er, yeah, that ought to be something muggle-ish. Treyen had no idea. But then he eyed something move next to them, and it had a lot of fruits. He couldn't help but look that way, and when he noticed who it was he looked back at his Head of House. "Well, Sir, hope you have a good evening" and he started to walk away...away from Saylen...or...maybe not? The little Preston Kingsley straightened his jacket and moved to the side, "Bon appetite, Professor!" he said, leaning a bit towards Saylen, the boy's face get closer to her food, "I have something scholastic to discuss with you..." he said, while shrugging as if it was no big deal, "...tomorrow, yes?" he asked, because he didn't want to get into such things at Fletcher's party. So, after this delicious food, Maya was definitely in the mood to eat a fruit... Thankfully - no not really, because she was smart enough to make a hat out of fruits - she wouldn't need to wait too long to snack on natural sugar. A red apple would be perfect. Indeed. Oh, how I missed you tortilas. Savoury thin corn pancake...thingies. No wheat here, nuh-huh. Because REAL tortillas were made of awesome CORN- The Mexicana had just shoved a...something in her mouth (she wasn't paying attention but whatever it was, it was DeLISH), when...the Lockhart boy decided to visit. Hm. What- What is he doing?? Crinkling her nose, Maya grabbed her plate to get it AWAY from the boy's nose. If he wanted tortillas he'd have to get them himself. Swallow. "Scholastic?" Was this about the Niffler thing? Heh. "Very well, Mister Lockhart - tomorrow. You know where to find me." You bet he did. "Please don't get into trouble until then, I shall be looking forward to your visit." Smirk. She took a moment to scan his attire...he reminded her of someone. "Nice costume."