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James_Potter · 06-14-2011, 07:19 PM

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Originally Posted by Lady Lulu Vengenz

Managing to find his small, circular sled, Stephen rushed outside. It's not like he was actually going to do homework. He barely did because he just couldn't concentrate on it. Plus, Stephen would much rather be outside in the snow. Then probably get sick so he'd have an excuse not to go to class. But then Lexi would make him go to the nurse and get better in a second.

NO. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

Jumping off the stairs to give him some air, Stephen jumped onto his sled and began spinning around. Losing control and his grip, Stephen's sled slid out from under him and kept spinning along, making him fall on his face into the snow. Laughing, he rolled onto his back and got up. "Gotta get lessons from Kat now," he mumbled, slowly walking towards his sled, which had stopped next to a boy leaning on a pillar.

"Sorry, it didn't hit you, did it?" he asked.

Just as his hands were beginning to tingle with numbness, Roderigo heard a loud noise from behind him. He spun around just in time to see a sixth-year boy fly into the air while a small, unaccompanied sled came speeding towards him. He had barely a second to get out of the way as it slid with a muffled thud against the stone column Roderigo had previously been leaning against. Relieved to see a grinning face, as opposed to one in pain, the seventh-year Spaniard couldn't help but smile back.
"No, it didn't hit me," he said, still smiling. "Are you ok, though? That didn't look too...ah...graceful." He picked up the sled, which miraculously hadn't been damaged, and handed it to the boy. Roderigo recognized him; he was in his house and only a year younger than him. But seeing as he had only been going to Hogwarts for the past year and a half, the chances of them having met were minimal to none. Brushing snow off of the hem of his cloak, Roderigo resumed his position of leaning against the stone column, only this time he had his arms crossed against his chest and he gave the unknown sixth-year a quizzical look.

06-14-2011, 07:19 PM	#806 (permalink)
James_Potter Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Colorado Posts: 15,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: William Atticus MacGhilliseathenaich-Dwinkendorf IV Second Year	James is my REAL name \| Pokah Face \| Scheming Marauder \| True Marauder \| Foster the People Quote: Originally Posted by Lady Lulu Vengenz Managing to find his small, circular sled, Stephen rushed outside. It's not like he was actually going to do homework. He barely did because he just couldn't concentrate on it. Plus, Stephen would much rather be outside in the snow. Then probably get sick so he'd have an excuse not to go to class. But then Lexi would make him go to the nurse and get better in a second. NO. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. Jumping off the stairs to give him some air, Stephen jumped onto his sled and began spinning around. Losing control and his grip, Stephen's sled slid out from under him and kept spinning along, making him fall on his face into the snow. Laughing, he rolled onto his back and got up. "Gotta get lessons from Kat now," he mumbled, slowly walking towards his sled, which had stopped next to a boy leaning on a pillar. "Sorry, it didn't hit you, did it?" he asked. Just as his hands were beginning to tingle with numbness, Roderigo heard a loud noise from behind him. He spun around just in time to see a sixth-year boy fly into the air while a small, unaccompanied sled came speeding towards him. He had barely a second to get out of the way as it slid with a muffled thud against the stone column Roderigo had previously been leaning against. Relieved to see a grinning face, as opposed to one in pain, the seventh-year Spaniard couldn't help but smile back. "No, it didn't hit me," he said, still smiling. "Are you ok, though? That didn't look too...ah...graceful." He picked up the sled, which miraculously hadn't been damaged, and handed it to the boy. Roderigo recognized him; he was in his house and only a year younger than him. But seeing as he had only been going to Hogwarts for the past year and a half, the chances of them having met were minimal to none. Brushing snow off of the hem of his cloak, Roderigo resumed his position of leaning against the stone column, only this time he had his arms crossed against his chest and he gave the unknown sixth-year a quizzical look.