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Lockhartian 
Whaaaa--
Sierra will be falling off the Ship pretty quickly if she kept on not looking where she walked. Seriously. But Barty will help her resurface, no?
He was following her moves with his eyes, in case she actually fell and NEEDED some help getting up. Not that she'll be needing it, but it was something gentlemen did, no? And he was a gentleman, after all.
Treyen ignored the frowning. It wasn't the first time he'd done so, and then waved his hand as to dismiss the whole thing,
"Nonsense, just pretend you're doing some research," wasn't that the same she did while on the Lab?
"Or going through and old book or something," he commented, until his mind thought of something very important.
"Why are you still here, though? If you don't like it," he asked, bringing his eyebrows together for a moment,
"It's not like someone is forcing you," or was there someone forcing her?
Sierra looked over at Treyen, noticing the older boy was watching her like he was just
waiting for her to fall.
Well, guess what, Mister Puffer Prefect?! I have my balance now! She made a move to distance herself from him, but at the same time she somehow remembered to look down and make sure she wasn't stepping into a pile of ropes again. Now a few feet away, she repeated,
"Research and old books." Who did he think she was? A
Ravenclaw? Kurumi Hollingberry? "Right, because both of those are just so interesting and fun." She finished her statement with an eye roll.
Turning her attention back to him, she smirked then playfully said,
"...because, it...might be fun." Shrugging, she added,
"Far be it from me to let you have all the fun." OOC: Continued under Zephyr's quote. Quote:
Originally Posted by
Steelsheen Fwomp!
Fwomp!
Fwwomp!
Fwwomp!
Fwwomp!
B A M!
Bum on deck. Literally and figuratively.
Least they knows the stairs work.
"Well," she said with a sigh,
"...I guess we can go in now." Quote:
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Nabs Sally had found a kindred spirit and found himself naturally drawn to the young Slytherin's side, "Well, I suppose we might as well know what all the fuss is about," he drawled at the brunette, "But that doesn't mean we need to get our hands dirty."
His head whipped around at the sound of someone falling below deck, "Was that a Hufflepuff?"
Sierra narrowed her eyes and studied the slightly older Slytherin for a few moments. He was afraid of getting his hands dirty? That seemed a little strange to her, but since he was a Slytherin, she'd overlook it. For now, at least. What he said afterward did get an eyebrow raise out of her, though.
"A Hufflepuff," she repeated, suddenly seeing this boy in a new light. Could it be? Could she have
really happened upon somebody who seemed to share the same opinions on the Puffers as she did?
"You don't like Hufflepuffs?" Please say yes. Please say yes.
It would pretty much make her entire school year to have finally met someone who thought
the lot of them were pretty much mistakes. She needed this boy around during that whole argument with Michael White in the corridors. Before he could answer, though, some other girl, another Slytherin she hadn't met, wandered up and started a conversation with him. Sierra regarded the girl with a quick glance and then turned away.
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Zephyr "Oakey." Mordred whispered. "I think they found the hatch." Mordred said. "I'm going. You?" he asked. He looked again at the note book. "I reckon you have to read what's written inside that log book and pattern it with the maps." he said as he turned his back from Oakey and followed the rest as they made their way down to the quarters.
"Wait!" Sierra called out, glancing over just in time to overhear a boy about her age mention going in. She stepped over a few pieces of tangled rope to catch up to the boy before he went down the hatch.
"I'll go down, too." She looked at the boy a few more seconds and then turned to Treyen.
"Treyen?" In other words,
step on it and come with us!