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TwistedHearts · 05-09-2011, 07:40 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Savvyy

He looked. Like a toilet brush.

The first year wandered down from the dorms and into the Common Room. It didn't look much different, except for the sun pouring in through the windows and the now non-existent flames of the fire. Dust particles danced inbetween the shadows a cool breeze entered through the portrait door as another random Gryffindor wandered in. Even now, Matt was desperately trying to flatten the spiky mess that was his hair with the flats of his palms. He must've slept on it funny, that was the only explanation.

His stomach rumbled, and he gazed down at his stomach longingly. Looking up again, his robes thrown loosely over his skinny frame, he spotted a familiar face sitting on one of the poofy chairs. It was Zara.

Yawning again, he made his way over to her. "Hey." he said, still bleary eyed, his usually floppy hair sticking up in all directions. "Sleep ok?"

Seeing Matt approach her, Zara smiled. "Yup," nodding her head a bit "It was short, but nice." Zara dreamed of playing the piano with her mum again. It has been a while since they last did that, when she was about 8? That didn't matter anyway.

"You look...like..." Now how would she put it into words? Matt, you look like a chicken just laid eggs on your head (cause it looks a heck like a nest). No, that was a wrong way of saying it, it'd just ruin the whole morning. "Like you had a good night's sleep. How'd it go?"

05-09-2011, 07:40 PM	#389 (permalink)
TwistedHearts Billywig Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: In Vince's heart. <3 Posts: 3,819 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezekiel Andrei de Ferreis Seventh Year	{TwistedHearts. ♥ \|\| GRYFFINDOR \| \| Zara, Zeke, Regina, Icarus. ♥ \|\| Yssa.} Quote: Originally Posted by Savvyy He looked. Like a toilet brush. The first year wandered down from the dorms and into the Common Room. It didn't look much different, except for the sun pouring in through the windows and the now non-existent flames of the fire. Dust particles danced inbetween the shadows a cool breeze entered through the portrait door as another random Gryffindor wandered in. Even now, Matt was desperately trying to flatten the spiky mess that was his hair with the flats of his palms. He must've slept on it funny, that was the only explanation. His stomach rumbled, and he gazed down at his stomach longingly. Looking up again, his robes thrown loosely over his skinny frame, he spotted a familiar face sitting on one of the poofy chairs. It was Zara. Yawning again, he made his way over to her. "Hey." he said, still bleary eyed, his usually floppy hair sticking up in all directions. "Sleep ok?" Seeing Matt approach her, Zara smiled. "Yup," nodding her head a bit "It was short, but nice." Zara dreamed of playing the piano with her mum again. It has been a while since they last did that, when she was about 8? That didn't matter anyway. "You look...like..." Now how would she put it into words? Matt, you look like a chicken just laid eggs on your head (cause it looks a heck like a nest). No, that was a wrong way of saying it, it'd just ruin the whole morning. "Like you had a good night's sleep. How'd it go?" __________________