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Crayola · 02-27-2019, 05:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

Research as on this third years mind. It had been all term really but after Valentine's day things it had been more of a focus for her. So heading to the library she wanted to see what books they had on teenagers. Her friends were looking different, they were prettier and Chloe still looked like a 8-year-old little girl. She knew it was the reason the boy she liked didn't like her even if he didn't say it.

So she headed to the library with some motivational posters tucked under her arm. The Ravenclaw loved to make posters and cards, she loved doing random acts of kindess and when she got down she would make posters to try to make others feel good.

The wall near the vase looked like a good place and she used a sticking charm to put up the poster that said Believe in yourself, you are awesome. It wasn't until she was done sticking it that she noticed someone laying against the vase.

WAS HE DEAD?

No, no the pink creatures had eaten the professor just not killed and left... unless something else was out there, it was Hogwarts. The noises though, nope not dead, snoring, the third year boy was snoring. She knew him, she saw him in classes, they were the same year, but what was his name? Bending down she poked at his shoulder.

"Pssss hey.... wake up"

Speaking of things Dezi knew nothing about, the rather sudden and hormonal drama involving most of his classmates. Or ... well, at least a large part of them. He didn't know and he didn't try to understand it; he was fine playing football with Céline and trying to copy off Elise's homework. Add to that list napping. Yes, napping. If pink fluffly creatures wanted to nibble on his fingers, that was okay too. He wasn't too worried and, if anyone asked him, he'd proclaim that he was grateful he didn't have to attend any more lectures with Dopple in her overheated room with her almost dead kneazle.

But currently, he was too busy flying around in his dreams, like Superman. So content one arm even popped up and extended in front of him. Weeeeeeeeeee.

Mmmhmmmmhmmmm, flying was brilliant.

Until something (a bird? a bit of space debris?) hit him in the shoulder, anyway, and the third year woke up, rather disorientated. "Whaaa, what, what happen?" Blinking, he looked up at his classmate and frowned. "Hey ....." Something with C, something with C. "Cassandra." Nailed it. "What's up?"

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Crayola DMAC Occamy Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland Posts: 63,102 Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year Ministry RPG Name: Letícia Alcântara da Silva Veiga Accidents & Catastrophes x2	Mrs. Alex Turner asterisks user Secret Door Quote: Originally Posted by Bazinga Research as on this third years mind. It had been all term really but after Valentine's day things it had been more of a focus for her. So heading to the library she wanted to see what books they had on teenagers. Her friends were looking different, they were prettier and Chloe still looked like a 8-year-old little girl. She knew it was the reason the boy she liked didn't like her even if he didn't say it. So she headed to the library with some motivational posters tucked under her arm. The Ravenclaw loved to make posters and cards, she loved doing random acts of kindess and when she got down she would make posters to try to make others feel good. The wall near the vase looked like a good place and she used a sticking charm to put up the poster that said Believe in yourself, you are awesome. It wasn't until she was done sticking it that she noticed someone laying against the vase. WAS HE DEAD? No, no the pink creatures had eaten the professor just not killed and left... unless something else was out there, it was Hogwarts. The noises though, nope not dead, snoring, the third year boy was snoring. She knew him, she saw him in classes, they were the same year, but what was his name? Bending down she poked at his shoulder. "Pssss hey.... wake up" Speaking of things Dezi knew nothing about, the rather sudden and hormonal drama involving most of his classmates. Or ... well, at least a large part of them. He didn't know and he didn't try to understand it; he was fine playing football with Céline and trying to copy off Elise's homework. Add to that list napping. Yes, napping. If pink fluffly creatures wanted to nibble on his fingers, that was okay too. He wasn't too worried and, if anyone asked him, he'd proclaim that he was grateful he didn't have to attend any more lectures with Dopple in her overheated room with her almost dead kneazle. But currently, he was too busy flying around in his dreams, like Superman. So content one arm even popped up and extended in front of him. Weeeeeeeeeee. Mmmhmmmmhmmmm, flying was brilliant. Until something (a bird? a bit of space debris?) hit him in the shoulder, anyway, and the third year woke up, rather disorientated. "Whaaa, what, what happen?" Blinking, he looked up at his classmate and frowned. "Hey ....." Something with C, something with C. "Cassandra." Nailed it. "What's up?" __________________