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Anum · 07-24-2011, 06:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

Braeden could not stop smiling.
What, it wasn't his fault! Anyone who knew the doof, knew just how difficult it was to find him not carrying a big, lopsided smile or grin on his face. So, of course, as a frustrated Ruby scolded him for smiling, the boy only grew more amused.

His amusement faded as he found himself shoved to the wall by his angry, violent twin. "Alright, alright! I'll be good!" the boy quickly replied, snaking himself out of the girl's grip. It was a good thing Ruby was small enough to crawl out of tight spaces, as the boy did at that moment. He brushed his robes off and strutted back to the stone bench to pick up his things.

It. Was. THE strangest sight.
Ruby in boys' clothes, walking like she'd just injured her right leg at a failed attempt on a feminine walk, throwing a book bag over her shoulder (did the real Ruby even OWN a book bag?!) in a most boyish sort of way. Even the way she stood at that moment looked more masculine than girly, not that Ruby was all that girly in the first place.

"Y'know…" started Braeden suddenly as he stared down at himself. His hands were exploring his new body with eager curiosity. He was mostly curious by this new chest of his, too, and he couldn't help touching it with the stupidest and most amused of grins on his face. AW MAN. THIS WAS AWESOME. "If we're going to make this convincing…" continued Braeden distractedly, his new green eyes now examining his new red hair, "you should lend me some robes. Unless you don't mind walking around in guys' robes..."

Slightly calmed by Brae's retort that he would 'be good', Ruby backed off only to find herself enraged once more. "I don't strut like that, what're you doing?!" She yelled in disbelief. He looked like he was doing the catwalk or something, almost striking a pose. She continued to watch as he picked up his bag--well, he going to have to get rid of that, she never carried a book bag--and then stare down at himself. And then, Ruby face!palm'ed herself as the stupid boy started poking her--his chest. OH MY GAWD. She could've killed herself, right then and there.

The red creeping up to her face, Ruby slapped his hand AWAY from 'his' chest and looked murderous. "WHAT in the name of MERLIN are you DOING, BRAEDEN STONEM?!" But he brought up a good point; he would be needing her clothes in order to look exactly like her. "Right, right," She murmured and stuffed her hands inside her robes. As she straightened up, she pulled out a pair of skinny jeans, a cute top and HEELS. At this point, she smacked her head once again--HOW could she have packed her HEELS for this klutz?! Groaning loudly, Ruby pulled off her own flats and gave them to the boy in exchange for the heels. She'd be sore all day.
"There, hurry up and change!" She said urgently as she winced--these heels were a bit too small for her. She honestly could not wait for this to be over.

07-24-2011, 06:47 PM	#1395 (permalink)
Anum Formerly: Nimmiii SS100 Triumphant Doxy Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: on the edge of glory Posts: 6,032 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rory Thompson Gryffindor Fifth Year	♥ Anissel \| Mrs. O'Pry's BFF \| Sweet Pea's Lassie ♥ \| Laura's Mango \| Tycy ♥ Quote: Originally Posted by Gryffindoll Braeden could not stop smiling. What, it wasn't his fault! Anyone who knew the doof, knew just how difficult it was to find him not carrying a big, lopsided smile or grin on his face. So, of course, as a frustrated Ruby scolded him for smiling, the boy only grew more amused. His amusement faded as he found himself shoved to the wall by his angry, violent twin. "Alright, alright! I'll be good!" the boy quickly replied, snaking himself out of the girl's grip. It was a good thing Ruby was small enough to crawl out of tight spaces, as the boy did at that moment. He brushed his robes off and strutted back to the stone bench to pick up his things. It. Was. THE strangest sight. Ruby in boys' clothes, walking like she'd just injured her right leg at a failed attempt on a feminine walk, throwing a book bag over her shoulder (did the real Ruby even OWN a book bag?!) in a most boyish sort of way. Even the way she stood at that moment looked more masculine than girly, not that Ruby was all that girly in the first place. "Y'know…" started Braeden suddenly as he stared down at himself. His hands were exploring his new body with eager curiosity. He was mostly curious by this new chest of his, too, and he couldn't help touching it with the stupidest and most amused of grins on his face. AW MAN. THIS WAS AWESOME. "If we're going to make this convincing…" continued Braeden distractedly, his new green eyes now examining his new red hair, "you should lend me some robes. Unless you don't mind walking around in guys' robes..." Slightly calmed by Brae's retort that he would 'be good', Ruby backed off only to find herself enraged once more. "I don't strut like that, what're you doing?!" She yelled in disbelief. He looked like he was doing the catwalk or something, almost striking a pose. She continued to watch as he picked up his bag--well, he going to have to get rid of that, she never carried a book bag--and then stare down at himself. And then, Ruby face!palm'ed herself as the stupid boy started poking her--his chest. OH MY GAWD. She could've killed herself, right then and there. The red creeping up to her face, Ruby slapped his hand AWAY from 'his' chest and looked murderous. "WHAT in the name of MERLIN are you DOING, BRAEDEN STONEM?!" But he brought up a good point; he would be needing her clothes in order to look exactly like her. "Right, right," She murmured and stuffed her hands inside her robes. As she straightened up, she pulled out a pair of skinny jeans, a cute top and HEELS. At this point, she smacked her head once again--HOW could she have packed her HEELS for this klutz?! Groaning loudly, Ruby pulled off her own flats and gave them to the boy in exchange for the heels. She'd be sore all day. "There, hurry up and change!" She said urgently as she winced--these heels were a bit too small for her. She honestly could not wait for this to be over.