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Cilla was feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Her trunk was all packed and ready to go. Cilla's parents were there to say goodbye to her. "You two take care now," Cilla said to them with a teary smile as she hugged them both. Cilla released herself from the hug as her mother wiped away tears. It was time to head to the platform. "Ta-ra!" Cilla called out as she headed for the platform. |
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Cats, yes that. The fifteen year old watched as the girl whom she now knew as Dot began crawling around the floor. A snort couldn't help but escape from her lips. Crawling..what a laugh, but in a good way. Kinda. "So let's call him then? Duh? Like wouldn't that be most sensible?" That may have been more attitude-sounding that intended but Abs couldn't help it, the attitude was within her even when she didn't mean to be rude or so. "Dot the Eepster. Nice to meet you." That 'Eepster' bit was never going away. |
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"Not particularly. I thought you were agile though." Tia teased, knowing full well he was lugging her bag and trunk for her. She frowned at his whispered comment and bit her lip. "Oops, I forgot. But if anyone asks, we were just talking about the warty hogs we passed." And his next comment just made her heart swell because it meant something knowing that even he thought she was witty enough to be where their mum and grandmum were. "Thank you." She stopped walking momentarily to lean over and give him a hug. "And no need to worry about badgers, cause they're super nice even if you're not?" She smirked. Cause she was pretty sure that's how their Aunt Jo was, and well, Pao was too... Nice to everyone no matter what. |
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Dot stood and brushed her knees sheepishly, since she HAD just said her cat came when called and then hadn't bothered to call him. "Nimbus. C'mere like a good cat." With a foot stomp. It must have worked (somehow), since Nimbus sauntered out from behind a bench looking unconcerned and a bit proud of himself. "See? Oh, and nice to meet you too." MANNERS. |
Text Cut: Tia Sure, he was agile. Just not with a ten-ton trunk to lug around. Logan simply rolled his eyes at her comment. "Best not to forget again, or they'll cart you off to you-know-where in the middle of the Sea." He managed to playfully poke his elbow gently into her side. She would know he was joking. If it ever came to that, he would do everything in his power to keep his little sis out of that prison, even if he had to take her place himself. He merely grunted again to say 'you're welcome.' And though he did appreciate the hug, it caught him off guard and caused him to lose his balance. THUMP. "At least it missed my toes," he said with a grimace, hefting the luggage back up from the ground. And, just to show what a nice badger he actually WAS, he said, "Want anything before we cross over? There's plenty of places to grab a bite here before you board. My treat." |
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Well done, cat. The fifth year watched. "Impressive. My cat mostly ignores me. Maybe its cause I used to dress him up with fairy wings and he's probably terrified." Her beamy smile was flashed about at the thought of all those times. "Yeah, yeah. You're what a third year? I'm sure I've seen you before?" Very familiar face for sure. |
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