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highjinx · 04-05-2011, 01:43 AM

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

With most of her attention on the Slytherin table and only some of it on the Hufflepuff table, Sierra Greingoth made her way into the Great Hall and toward her own house table. She really ought to tell her brother goodbye. After all, this was the first time in twelve years they'd lived in different houses. When they left here today, they probably wouldn't see one another for quite some time.

...and she doubted seriously that she'd sit with him on the train. After all, he was the height of a small mountain troll, and really--who wanted to be seen with one of those?!

As she edged into a seat at the Slytherin table, she happened to notice a boy out of the corner of her eye. He was carrying a sock, of all things, and playing with his food. She'd actually never seen him around and was nearly sure he was a Hufflepuff. She hadn't gotten a good look at him, of course, as she was trying not to stare, so she really had no idea what color robes he had on.

Cam was playing with his food--it was quite fun and lovely to be honest. But then he got that feeling.

THAT feeeeeeeling.

You know THAT feeling when you know someone's staring at you, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW?! It was making him cringe. It was making him twitch. Who was it? WHO WAS IT? Had he gone demented? Someone call Mungo Poh-leeeeece! He scratched his head, eying in all directions. And then there she was. That girl. HMMM. He'd seen her take a quick glance at him. How strange.

Why do you glance at me like that, little girl? HMM?

But... waaaaaait... HOOOOLDDD ONNNN A MINNNUUUUTTTEEE. She resembled someone very dear and close to him. Could it be? And in an instant, flashbaaaaacks. Oh dear. Could it BE? Anna Greingoth? THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE?! No wait, that was certainly not her. But just the resemblance spooked him. He honestly wasn't going to hit on the girl--he was a 7th year and she was a mere--OH MY GOD, THAT IS DISGUSTING.

No nasty thoughts, no nasty thoughts.

But no. Anna Greingoth never waited for him at St. Mungo's to marry him. Anna Greingoth never at once accepted his undying love for him. Anna Greingoth NEVER AT ONCE even showed any signs of affection for him. In a moment, he loved her. And in the next, he despised her.

Who was to blame? In a lethargic motion, Cam grabbed a piece of his food, got his spoon, and then cannonball'd his little piece of meat to the girl. That's right Anna. THAT'S RIIIIIGHT. But he quickly acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to twiddle with his food and then eating. Siiiiigh.

04-05-2011, 01:43 AM	#17 (permalink)
highjinx Formerly: dingDong Mooncalf Join Date: Dec 2008 Posts: 7,801 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lola Jones Sixth Year	1/2 of the Poo Brigade MAN!BUGG<33 Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana With most of her attention on the Slytherin table and only some of it on the Hufflepuff table, Sierra Greingoth made her way into the Great Hall and toward her own house table. She really ought to tell her brother goodbye. After all, this was the first time in twelve years they'd lived in different houses. When they left here today, they probably wouldn't see one another for quite some time. ...and she doubted seriously that she'd sit with him on the train. After all, he was the height of a small mountain troll, and really--who wanted to be seen with one of those?! As she edged into a seat at the Slytherin table, she happened to notice a boy out of the corner of her eye. He was carrying a sock, of all things, and playing with his food. She'd actually never seen him around and was nearly sure he was a Hufflepuff. She hadn't gotten a good look at him, of course, as she was trying not to stare, so she really had no idea what color robes he had on. Cam was playing with his food--it was quite fun and lovely to be honest. But then he got that feeling. THAT feeeeeeeling. You know THAT feeling when you know someone's staring at you, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW?! It was making him cringe. It was making him twitch. Who was it? WHO WAS IT? Had he gone demented? Someone call Mungo Poh-leeeeece! He scratched his head, eying in all directions. And then there she was. That girl. HMMM. He'd seen her take a quick glance at him. How strange. Why do you glance at me like that, little girl? HMM? But... waaaaaait... HOOOOLDDD ONNNN A MINNNUUUUTTTEEE. She resembled someone very dear and close to him. Could it be? And in an instant, flashbaaaaacks. Oh dear. Could it BE? Anna Greingoth? THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE?! No wait, that was certainly not her. But just the resemblance spooked him. He honestly wasn't going to hit on the girl--he was a 7th year and she was a mere--OH MY GOD, THAT IS DISGUSTING. No nasty thoughts, no nasty thoughts. But no. Anna Greingoth never waited for him at St. Mungo's to marry him. Anna Greingoth never at once accepted his undying love for him. Anna Greingoth NEVER AT ONCE even showed any signs of affection for him. In a moment, he loved her. And in the next, he despised her. Who was to blame? In a lethargic motion, Cam grabbed a piece of his food, got his spoon, and then cannonball'd his little piece of meat to the girl. That's right Anna. THAT'S RIIIIIGHT. But he quickly acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to twiddle with his food and then eating. Siiiiigh. __________________ ______________________________________________lola jones currently in america