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BanaBatGirl · 11-02-2010, 05:33 AM

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Originally Posted by Moaning_Myrtle

Oh forget the Liar!boy Wilkes. She had the champion's attention! Eyebrow wiggle. Forget the lesson. Forget Olive. This boy was all hers and she didn't even have to say anything to know he was under HER control.

"It all dependsssssss..........." the school ghost played along, eying the Ravenclaw ghost carefully. Oh if she knew. "Please tell me you've prepared to die so you can share my loo?"

Mmmmm..

"Ummmmmm."

Was Myrtle just asking Fletcher to die? Just to... go catch pneumonia or stand in a fire or get pummeled by bludgers or something? Did she really want him dead?! Because that's what it sure sounded like. The Hufflepuff had to blink a few times and think fast to come up with a good answer to that question.

"You could say that," he muttered slowly. "I did risk life and limb in the Triwizard Tournament and came out victorious, you know." He might have puffed his chest out a bit with that one as he stood up to grab a carpet.

GASP! What if Myrtle was going to sabotage Fletcher's already atrocious flying in this lesson and cause him to fall to his death?!

"Professor?" the Hufflepuff called out in a tiny voice, "I think I should maybe stay on the ground this lesson and you know, keep the gen--- er, ghosts company." He dropped his carpet on the ground but didn't sit on it or even make eye contact with it.

11-02-2010, 05:33 AM	#66 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Moaning_Myrtle Oh forget the Liar!boy Wilkes. She had the champion's attention! Eyebrow wiggle. Forget the lesson. Forget Olive. This boy was all hers and she didn't even have to say anything to know he was under HER control. "It all dependsssssss..........." the school ghost played along, eying the Ravenclaw ghost carefully. Oh if she knew. "Please tell me you've prepared to die so you can share my loo?" Mmmmm.. "Ummmmmm." Was Myrtle just asking Fletcher to die? Just to... go catch pneumonia or stand in a fire or get pummeled by bludgers or something? Did she really want him dead?! Because that's what it sure sounded like. The Hufflepuff had to blink a few times and think fast to come up with a good answer to that question. "You could say that," he muttered slowly. "I did risk life and limb in the Triwizard Tournament and came out victorious, you know." He might have puffed his chest out a bit with that one as he stood up to grab a carpet. GASP! What if Myrtle was going to sabotage Fletcher's already atrocious flying in this lesson and cause him to fall to his death?! "Professor?" the Hufflepuff called out in a tiny voice, "I think I should maybe stay on the ground this lesson and you know, keep the gen--- er, ghosts company." He dropped his carpet on the ground but didn't sit on it or even make eye contact with it. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind