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HaRoHeGiNeLu · 05-10-2011, 01:29 AM

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Originally Posted by Syd (:

Baked potato soup.

That's what Dallin was here for. Because Ivory had told him to try it, and so he was going to. He had been on his way to the Great Hall anyway, but he figured he would have to ask the house elves specifically if he wanted that particular soup.

He was distracted, though, when he saw who else was in the room, sitting on the counter. "Ellie!" he said brightly, going over to her and hopping onto the counter next to her. "Fancy seeing you here." Yes, he said 'fancy.' This British influence was getting to him. Or something.

"Whatcha up to?"

She was studying her shoes as she waited. How BORING were they? Black. Plain and black and, frankly, UGLY. What was with Hogwarts and its uniforms? Over the summer, she learned about MUGGLE clothes. Prints and patterns and COLORS. Fun stuff, they were. And not as uncomfortable as they looked. Though, Ellie did feel that robes were superior comfort-wise. But maybe that was just her...

Then, someone said her name. And, of course, although there were multiple 'Ellie's running around the castle, SHE was the best, and obviously the only one that would be called at, yeah?

No, not really, but still, by force of habit of hearing her name, the redhead lifted her head towards the entrance. "Dallin!" Oh such surprise! Really. Because, she was JUST thinking about him. He was the reason she was HERE right NOW. He started it.

"Waiting." SIGH. "For a cupcake." So, it'll probably be worth it. "And yourself?"

05-10-2011, 01:29 AM	#43 (permalink)
HaRoHeGiNeLu Bicorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: EST Posts: 16,579 Hogwarts RPG Name: Valerie Warren First Year x8	Satisfied Neon Quote: Originally Posted by Syd (: Baked potato soup. That's what Dallin was here for. Because Ivory had told him to try it, and so he was going to. He had been on his way to the Great Hall anyway, but he figured he would have to ask the house elves specifically if he wanted that particular soup. He was distracted, though, when he saw who else was in the room, sitting on the counter. "Ellie!" he said brightly, going over to her and hopping onto the counter next to her. "Fancy seeing you here." Yes, he said 'fancy.' This British influence was getting to him. Or something. "Whatcha up to?" She was studying her shoes as she waited. How BORING were they? Black. Plain and black and, frankly, UGLY. What was with Hogwarts and its uniforms? Over the summer, she learned about MUGGLE clothes. Prints and patterns and COLORS. Fun stuff, they were. And not as uncomfortable as they looked. Though, Ellie did feel that robes were superior comfort-wise. But maybe that was just her... Then, someone said her name. And, of course, although there were multiple 'Ellie's running around the castle, SHE was the best, and obviously the only one that would be called at, yeah? No, not really, but still, by force of habit of hearing her name, the redhead lifted her head towards the entrance. "Dallin!" Oh such surprise! Really. Because, she was JUST thinking about him. He was the reason she was HERE right NOW. He started it. "Waiting." SIGH. "For a cupcake." So, it'll probably be worth it. "And yourself?" __________________ a *practical* person, who *may be considered a perfectionist, perhaps you like being organised* or *paying close attention to detail*, you are...