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Audux254 · 09-06-2011, 11:26 PM

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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn

Aurora pulled her legs up onto the chair and looked up, still angry. "What? I'm fine. It's just blood." she snapped and went back to trying to clean herself up. "That's none of your business. Just a disagreement." she said, frowning and glaring at the still pink and red bits of her clothes. She gave up and contented herself with prodding her wand at her shoelaces, changing their colour from black to green to red to blue and so on, her brow still furrowed.

A disagreement?

The little witch couldn't help but let her imagination get to her, the poor Slytherin in front of her, confronted by....-her imagination searched for an enemy at random-....a gang of vile Gryffindors. Caught out numbered, and to defend the Slytherin honor, clearly she had took them on all solo and now contained the battle wounds.

"I'll rough em up!" the small witch exclaimed with what looked like a serious vigor punching one small fist into the other equally sized palm, "Just point me the direction...." the little boy-girl of a witch added with an almost humorous serious expression, as she asked in a low voice, blueish eyes darting back and forth across the common room as though the enemy might be hidden behind any silk couch. Divulged in the idea she could actually regain this Slytherin's vengeance, Eris stood up as though a solider ready to pounce on command.

09-06-2011, 11:26 PM	#195 (permalink)
Audux254 Gnome Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Living like a Gypsy Posts: 379 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eris Filia Ashwin First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn Aurora pulled her legs up onto the chair and looked up, still angry. "What? I'm fine. It's just blood." she snapped and went back to trying to clean herself up. "That's none of your business. Just a disagreement." she said, frowning and glaring at the still pink and red bits of her clothes. She gave up and contented herself with prodding her wand at her shoelaces, changing their colour from black to green to red to blue and so on, her brow still furrowed. A disagreement? The little witch couldn't help but let her imagination get to her, the poor Slytherin in front of her, confronted by....-her imagination searched for an enemy at random-....a gang of vile Gryffindors. Caught out numbered, and to defend the Slytherin honor, clearly she had took them on all solo and now contained the battle wounds. "I'll rough em up!" the small witch exclaimed with what looked like a serious vigor punching one small fist into the other equally sized palm, "Just point me the direction...." the little boy-girl of a witch added with an almost humorous serious expression, as she asked in a low voice, blueish eyes darting back and forth across the common room as though the enemy might be hidden behind any silk couch. Divulged in the idea she could actually regain this Slytherin's vengeance, Eris stood up as though a solider ready to pounce on command.