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Old 05-20-2011, 09:08 PM   #360 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Connor Duncan Campbell
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Slytherin's own Veela boy!

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In the near-darkness of the lower level of the ship, Sierra heard a new voice, a voice belonging to someone she didn't quite recognize from speech alone (Connor). She turned her head at an angle, studying the illuminated figure from the light of her wand. Hmm. No one she knew, although, she was almost sure she'd seen this boy in the Slytherin common room.

Excellent. A snake. This ship needed a few more of her kind roaming around. "Well, I'm not cleaning it," she responded. Not unless it ended up being a class assignment like the two Vinny Boy had given them last term. It occurred to her that she had several questions about the ship, but she didn't ask any of them. Admitting she didn't know something was like admitting failure, and she hated admitting failure.

"We can either go straight," she said, illuminating one path with her wand, "or left." She illuminated that path, as well, and then turned back to the group. That was when Treyen decided to bring up Sierra's Puffer Brother, Alex. She froze in place for a few seconds, trying to decide whether she wanted to roll her eyes, give him a glare, yell, or do all three. In the end, though, she just gave a small sigh. "My brother and I," she said, her voice rather flat, "aren't speaking right now." That was just all she'd say about that. Her spat with Alex was more than just sibling rivalry. Battle lines had been drawn and things just weren't good between them right now.

...and then, of course, Lola had to start in. Having Lola pipe in with all her nonsense just wasn't good right after she'd been reminded about her destroyed relationship with Alex. Again, Sierra wasn't sure how to react--roll her eyes, glare, yell? Sigh again? This time, she went with an eye roll. "Really, Lola? Really?" she said, not really asking a question that needed to be answered. "Fine. You can stay with me--stay with all of us." Just please, for the love of Merlin, stop the dramatics!

...nice? Well, now that was an adjective she rarely heard used to describe her.

"Straight ahead, or left?" she asked the group again.
Connor smiled at the young snake. "I'd never ask that of anyone luv. This place needs an army of good house elves." He muttered, "And maybe a few firstie puffers for good measure." He leaned in and whispered to the girl, Being a fellow slytherin he felt certain she would understand. "I think left luv, We want to explore yes, but we also want to be looking for a safer way out than that hatch and I think the Cargo hold stairs might be the way to go. They're to the left on the Drumstrang ship." He explained softly. Connor wasn't a take charge kinda guy really but the fifth year was among the eldest in the group and he felt responsible for making sure the ladies were safe. Even the annoying one that was clinging onto Sierra for dear life, which made Connor really want to throw her over his shoulder and cart her up to the deck and throw her overboard. He caught Sierra's eye and rolled his pretty blues at the annoying one.
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