09-09-2019, 06:42 AM
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Crumple-Horned Snorkack
Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal *sighs*(GMT-8)
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sable Ileana Armstrong Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name:
Skye Tamerlane Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name:
Jemma McCrae Minister's Office x5 x3
| Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict The advantage of having a twin who liked to occasionally bake goodies meant that Carys wasn’t quite as disappointed by the healthy food they’d been served for lunch. She knew how to get sweets if she wanted any, and besides, eating healthy wasn’t a bad thing when it came to staying fit for Quidditch. Even if she still hadn’t quite figured out how she was going to keep up with practice when she hadn’t found a decent pitch yet. She was itching to take her broom out for a spin, yet somehow she felt as if it was frowned upon. There had to be a break between classes for that to even be feasible anyhow, but she was trying to keep her hopes up. Maybe they’d still get to play Quidditch somehow. She wouldn’t have to feel like she let her U-17 team down next time she was able to practice with them.
Either way, she was staying hopeful, and the sight that greeted her upon making her way up to the designated classroom for the first Muggle Studies lesson hadn’t shocked her too much. Professor Schmoe had looked a bit eccentric at the feast, after all. Not that it was a bad thing. She just figured they’d all have to get used to it, especially if the classroom stayed like this for future lessons.
Not seeing Carsyn in the room yet, or Cole, not that she remembered if either of them actually had chosen this as an elective, she decided to just choose a seat at random, ending up with a fluffy beanbag that rather looked like she was sitting on an enlarged puffskein, complete with a desk that looked a bit like the creature’s tongue twisted back on itself. It was comfier than it looked, actually, and she set about making the piece of paper into a decent name tent. Complete with little handwriting flourishes that she’d come up with earlier that were totally appropriate to her personality.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |
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