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Moxley had her fill of hot chocolate as she casually "supervised" the memory mural. Supervising obviously meaning trying each of the snack options and beverages to make sure they hadn't been tampered with. Casually heading over to the mural, Moxley looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then just happened to pick up a blue marker. She then quickly scribbled a little something down, her handwriting more loopy than it normally was. Hearing something outside the igloo, the brunette jumped and quickly threw the marker back with the others. She just as quickly stepped away from the mural, whistling to herself. Yup, just good old Moxinator making sure everything was as it should be. Nothing to see here... Or well, there was something, a new entry on the memory mural that read: Quote:
Yeah. She was out of here before someone caught on. Moxley out. |
Paul approached the Memory Mural and..well. There was only ONE thing written on it...he chuckled. Of course someone would write about Moxley...she was so chill. And just...a hoot to work with, really. He grabbed a SHINY marker(silver) and shook it a little to get that ink flowing. What to wriiiiiite? Hmm? Quote:
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Beatrice was in that post-Christmas slump. You know, with all of that excitement that happens BEFORE some event, and the excitement during the event, but then what's after? The slump. She still hadn't undecorated her office, because why should she? She just wanted to hold onto it a little longer. Having worn her warm cozy clothing, and her good secure snow boots, she made her way into the Memory Mural igloo. Though, really, once she entered the igloo she was comforted by an unexpected warmth, and she was able to loosen her scarf a little. Ooooh hot chocolate! Beatrice sipped from her mug of hot chocolate, and read the other two entries on the wall. She smiled as she read both of them, as they were both 100% agreed with by her. Reaching for a random marker she wrote; Quote:
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A memory wall. Interesting. Hady slipped inside gripping a mug of steaming hot peppermint cocoa in her hands gently inhaling the scent. Her eyes fell upon the 'memories' already written and she laughed quietly at what they said silently making not to visit Professor Myers and help him out sometime. Selecting a random marker she pulled the cap off and neatly scrawled out a simple memory. Quote:
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So errrrr.... Memory wall? If Zander had to guess, he'd say Flamsteed was the creative mind behind this particular activity. What with his time capsule and stuff. The spaceman was all about that deeper thinking. Not that Zander minded of course, it just made things more work. Which was.... Anyways. He walked up to the memory mural, looking over what was already written so far. Huh. "I'm so happy that we have brilliant educators like Professor Moxley"??? He furrowed his brows reading that particular addition over and over again. Okay, that's it. Who the heck was trying to weasel their way to be Moxley's favorite? THAT WAS ZANDER'S JOB. Must all the good things be taken away from him? Picking up a marker of his own, the Gryffindor began quickly writing his own entry on the wall. Quote:
Ahem. And with that, he returned the marker and went to grab some butterbeer. Don't mind him, he'd just be sitting around in the cozy igloo watching this mural thing grow bigger and bigger. Mostly because he didn't want to hang out in the cold for much longer. And honestly, he didn't know how they managed it but this igloo was super toasty. Thank Merlin. |
A memory mural? What a lovely idea! Cosgrach was sure his name would feature somewhere along the lines 'brilliant, fun, the best!' So, he approached the wall to read and feel good, and look! Zander was writing something. He BET the boy was declaring his love for potions, hehehe. Once the boy went away, the man approached to read what he had written... and followed the arrow... People liked MOXLEY but not HIM!? Quickly, he grabbed a SHINY RED marker and added to Zander's in BIG LETTERS: Quote:
With that, the man walked away to discover the other parts of this camp. |
The Groundskeeper McLeod definitely had something to add. It didn't take him long to come up with the right one. Let's see... He was definitely alone as he glanced around before picking a.. different coloured marker. A colour he wouldn't ever choose normally. Switching it into his less dominate hand he carefully wrote it out before adding it to the mural. Quote:
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