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Bellanina · 03-10-2011, 02:54 AM

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Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos

Haha. The girl really was quite the drama queen. "Calm down, Huffie."
He would have walked over and patted her on the head for effect but he has known enough girls to be smart and not anger the hungry lion.

And of course she was sneaking. This is the 'sneaking hallway'. He thought that was well known. Or is it just him?

Ah. So it was officially confirmed. It is Wesley. He saw her full face when she pulled her arm away from her face before bringing it back again to shield her from the smell. Haha. Girls. They really are quite sensitive, aren't they? They can't even handle the smell of dungbombs.

It was really rather funny, to watch them both. If they didn't want to endure the smell, they should really just follow his advice and leave the scene of the crime. Honestly. How many times did he have to say it?

...Why is Wesley so shocked that it was him that threw the dungbomb? He thought it would have been the logical conclusion. After all, his pockets have been stuffed with candy and dungbombs for as long as he could remember. They're his two favourite things. Well, that is if you count cupcakes and food in the same category as candy.

Ooh, and the colour pink. And green. ~~And flowers~~

But really. Wesley shouldn't be so shocked. Tilting his head in confusion at her, he didn't respond. He wondered if she was faking shock or if she honestly didn't think that Jimbo would throw a dungbomb.

But then the answer was clear.

Blinking, Jimbo was at a loss for words. "You are friends with Monty, right?" There is no way that someone could be such good friends with Monty and not know that Jimbo was a dungbomb thrower. Not because it's something that he just figured people would mention because it was one of the main things about him, but mostly just to mention it as a warning.

Because if even people he didn't know aren't safe, why should people he know consider themselves home free?

"Uhm, Huffie Prefect Wesley?" He needed to clear some things up.

But just as he finished saying it, he realized that he probably shouldn't.
Darn. Why did everyone he know have to go and become a prefect? It's hard being Jimbo Farley and being friends with a prefect.
Well. The only way out of this was to deny, deny, deny.

"I hate to turn the tables on your friend here, but she seems to be trying to frame me. Obviously, I'd never throw a dungbomb. What kind of lunatic would I be if I did that?" Shield his nose for effect. "Really. The smell is terrible. I would never dare to set off something so malodorous."

Sniffle, sniffle. Aaaand a cringe. "You believe me, don't you, Wesley?"

Anastasia was confused the sleep was getting to her, mybe it wasn't him of course she didn't exactly see him throw the dungbomb so it could have been someone else. Right? Her Lac of sleep could be playing with her head. And the smell! so foul who would be hallucinating.

However he was the only one in the hallway when she looked over who else would it be.

Look what a bit of extra studying can do to one.

Anastasia had a strong feeling it was him, a matter of fact she new it was him but how could she get him to confess in front of the prefect.
"Look I don't mean to blame this on anyone, but there was no one else around here you were the one sneaking around.." Anastasia said in a calm voice. She had managed to calm down and was going to get to the bottom of this in a calm manner.. or at least try.

03-10-2011, 02:54 AM	#148 (permalink)
Bellanina Dementor Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 97 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anastasia Cooper Lerwick Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos Haha. The girl really was quite the drama queen. "Calm down, Huffie." He would have walked over and patted her on the head for effect but he has known enough girls to be smart and not anger the hungry lion. And of course she was sneaking. This is the 'sneaking hallway'. He thought that was well known. Or is it just him? Ah. So it was officially confirmed. It is Wesley. He saw her full face when she pulled her arm away from her face before bringing it back again to shield her from the smell. Haha. Girls. They really are quite sensitive, aren't they? They can't even handle the smell of dungbombs. It was really rather funny, to watch them both. If they didn't want to endure the smell, they should really just follow his advice and leave the scene of the crime. Honestly. How many times did he have to say it? ...Why is Wesley so shocked that it was him that threw the dungbomb? He thought it would have been the logical conclusion. After all, his pockets have been stuffed with candy and dungbombs for as long as he could remember. They're his two favourite things. Well, that is if you count cupcakes and food in the same category as candy. Ooh, and the colour pink. And green. ~~And flowers~~ But really. Wesley shouldn't be so shocked. Tilting his head in confusion at her, he didn't respond. He wondered if she was faking shock or if she honestly didn't think that Jimbo would throw a dungbomb. But then the answer was clear. Blinking, Jimbo was at a loss for words. *"You are* friends with Monty, right?"** There is no way that someone could be such good friends with Monty and not know that Jimbo was a dungbomb thrower. Not because it's something that he just figured people would mention because it was one of the main things about him, but mostly just to mention it as a warning. Because if even people he didn't know aren't safe, why should people he know consider themselves home free? "Uhm, Huffie Prefect Wesley?" He needed to clear some things up. But just as he finished saying it, he realized that he probably shouldn't. Darn. Why did everyone he know have to go and become a prefect? It's hard being Jimbo Farley and being friends with a prefect. Well. The only way out of this was to deny, deny, deny. "I hate to turn the tables on your friend here, but she seems to be trying to frame me. Obviously, I'd never throw a dungbomb. What kind of lunatic would I be if I did that?" Shield his nose for effect. *"Really. The smell is terrible. I would never dare* to set off something so malodorous." Sniffle, sniffle. Aaaand a cringe. "You believe me, don't you, Wesley?"** Anastasia was confused the sleep was getting to her, mybe it wasn't him of course she didn't exactly see him throw the dungbomb so it could have been someone else. Right? Her Lac of sleep could be playing with her head. And the smell! so foul who would be hallucinating. However he was the only one in the hallway when she looked over who else would it be. Look what a bit of extra studying can do to one. Anastasia had a strong feeling it was him, a matter of fact she new it was him but how could she get him to confess in front of the prefect. "Look I don't mean to blame this on anyone, but there was no one else around here you were the one sneaking around.." Anastasia said in a calm voice. She had managed to calm down and was going to get to the bottom of this in a calm manner.. or at least try.