| Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brooks Robertser
Gryffindor Seventh Year |  Ern's Walmart Greeter
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Originally Posted by Cedric 
Paulie smirked, about to speak, untillllll.... WHUUUT? The house elves were on strike? "Almost out of money? What?! How?" Never in a million years would Paulie have guessed that; somehow he thought the school never ran into financial problems. And what did that mean for them? Were they soon to be starving Hogwarts kids?!
Hopefully dirty dishes was as bad as it'd get..
Aha! He'd been right. "Oh, I definitely called that! I thought you'd get Slytherin," he informed her with a knowing nod. Sooo, she'd come to inspect his eating utensils? That was plausible 'cause apparently other students were doing the same. "Aww, shucks. And here I thought you were comin' over here to say hi to yours truly."
When he turned to Brookie, she just looked kinda frightened, and this wasn't good, and it made Paulie feel bad 'cause he didn't know what was up, and.. and.. he just didn't like seeing her not happy. She responded eventually, though. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I mean.. I think so. Did you want a different one?"
Nothing really? He cocked an eyebrow, silently conveying a 'yeah right!' "Hmm, well I've met a few more kids who go to Hogwarts, and I guess now I'm just soakin' in the afterglow of being here." Okay, 'pretty'? Gosh, this girl needed to elaborate a bit! Which.. actually, she did end up doing a moment later. "Ohhh." Maybe she had mentioned that before, but it may have been on that muggle technological thing that he'd forgotten the name of. "Birds, right..." Now he wanted to just make those owls flee right now. He offered a weak smile and patted her shoulder. "Well.. we can eat chicken for dinner, then. Sorta as payback..?"
Still forcing her eyes away from the ceiling, the fifteen year old shrugged. "Well.. i don't know. I'm afraid I didn't learn all that much about each of the houses before coming here." Shrug. Her mother hadn't taught her that and she hadn't expected Waverly to know, let alone explain it all to her. "Was this the house you wanted?" She inquired curiously.
She giggled a bit. "Well, i did get grounded. So, i had to stay cooped up in the house for a month or so. Is that good enough for you?" SMIRK. Brooklyn barely ever got grounded and when she did.. Her parents tended to.. severely punish her. For WAY too long. "Did you now? I guess i did too. Which reminds me.." Merlin, she needed to find Nick. "Liking Hogwarts so far, then?" She wasn't too sure about it just yet but.. Eh. Whatever. "Uh.. yeahh." She blushed, clearly embarrassed by it. She never liked telling people, nor discussing it. It was a stupid thing to be afraid of but she couldn't help it. Brooke smiled as Paulie patted her shoulder, clearly appreciating his friendship at the moment. "Well, that's an idea." BEAM. An awesome idea. Quote:
Originally Posted by Quirly Scampering over to the Gryffindor Table in a flurry of little elfy hands and feet Quirly jumped onto the table and began collecting all the DIRTY DIRTY things!!!
"Sowwy soooooooo SOWWWY!" she squeaked and squealed as she made her way along the table. Her little arms carrying the burden of all the silvers.
"Quirly had beeen BAD BAD BAD!"
She hit herself in the head with a plate and began to eye off a fork.
Quirly would punish herself LOTS for this mess and dirtyness!!!
Lucky elf magic was pretty fast, though she should have done things right the first time. Levitating all the DIRTY stuffs in the air she made them disappear.
A single second later they reappeared, dropping from the air... almost like magic teehee... and falling into place on the tables shiny and silvery and CLEAN!!!
Quirly bowed to the studentsies.
"Quirly's sowwy for the dirty," she said nodding.
She then took a particularly shiny goblet and *THWAK*
"Quirly will be punished," she reassured them. EEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
A house elf! How.. cute? Well.. not exactly. They weren't exactly fuzzy or cuddly in appearance. But.. their manners were cute. That had to count for something, right? Of course.
The blond released her grip on the fork, dropping it on the table as the house elf started cleaning all of the other utensils. It wasn't like she cared if it was dirty. She wasn't exactly using it for eating at the moment. WAIT. WHAT?
"WAIT! WAIT! Stop! Please!" She couldn't help but cringe every time the little elf whacked itself. "Please..?" the blond asked in a tiny voice.
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