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Stefan · 08-09-2011, 02:17 AM

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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn

Aurora grinned, "Oh, you know, books, music, clothes, ingredients..." she laughed. "No, if I packed my entire room we'd need hundreds of these..." she glanced at the trunks.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! When am I not?" she was looking forward to the lack of restrictions at home... no rules against advanced potions... no restricted sections in the family library... and no Lafay stalking everyone... though she did like Lafay.

"I do too -- but not that much." he said looking at their trunks. "Exactly, how many clothes did you bring?" he said eyeing Aurora. Mordred just remembered his mother's closet. It wasn't a closet anymore, it was more of a room. Endless racks of clothes, shoes...and all that thing women wear, while his father's clothes were just less than a quarter of that room.

Mordred just stared at Aurora as she proclaimed that she was okay. When was she not? "You weren't okay last night." he murmured, almost a whisper. He hated that feeling of going to bed while upset about something. He wondered how Aurora got through last night. He knew she cared so much about Iris and Aaron -- first, calling them her mummy and daddy snakes, the AndersonGirl outfit, and all the other things she did for the two. Then the Jimbo punch.

He sat there and crossed his arms. "Thank Merlin, I don't have to go through that." he thought. But if he did, he was sure he'd do something reckless -- and regret his actions later.

08-09-2011, 02:17 AM	#21 (permalink)
Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,496 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Quote: Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn Aurora grinned, "Oh, you know, books, music, clothes, ingredients..." she laughed. "No, if I packed my entire room we'd need hundreds of these..." she glanced at the trunks. She nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! When am I not?" she was looking forward to the lack of restrictions at home... no rules against advanced potions... no restricted sections in the family library... and no Lafay stalking everyone... though she did like Lafay. "I do too -- but not that much." he said looking at their trunks. "Exactly, how many clothes did you bring?" he said eyeing Aurora. Mordred just remembered his mother's closet. It wasn't a closet anymore, it was more of a room. Endless racks of clothes, shoes...and all that thing women wear, while his father's clothes were just less than a quarter of that room. Mordred just stared at Aurora as she proclaimed that she was okay. When was she not? "You weren't okay last night." he murmured, almost a whisper. He hated that feeling of going to bed while upset about something. He wondered how Aurora got through last night. He knew she cared so much about Iris and Aaron -- first, calling them her mummy and daddy snakes, the AndersonGirl outfit, and all the other things she did for the two. Then the Jimbo punch. He sat there and crossed his arms. *"Thank Merlin, I don't have to go through that."* he thought. But if he did, he was sure he'd do something reckless -- and regret his actions later. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.