09-10-2011, 04:35 AM
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| Mooncalf
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Leon Odessa | The Eye of Sauron | Zan-y | Snake Charmer Quote:
Originally Posted by Steelsheen Salander smirked bemused at the trembling hungryboy. Is that what he looked like too when he was rummaging the Kitchens these past terms? "Indeed it is" he started when the boy mentioned something about the relativity of time which to him should be later. But something caught his eye.....
He eyed Marie just as she entered and planted herself by the doorway. Haha, security in place, people can come in, but nobody gets out. Not until they say so. Eyeing the various young ones singing and goofing about , the Head Boy nodded at the Potions Mistress recommendation. He glanced at Evelyn for a moment before uttering "So...." he started, raising his voice just enough so that he could be heard even at the far corners of the room get the attention of everyone"... does anyone know WHY we called this Slytherin assembly?" Did Corey even notice the stinkbombs? Not really, not with the smell of sandwiches right there in his nose.
He was going to expire right then of starvation.
He focused just enough to hear the question, and offered an answer. "To congratulate ME and that other girl," He waved at that red head one, "Because we are the only ones who EARNED points." ... never mind that he'd technically lost points too, he was in positives wasn't he? Yes he was.
"... so now we eat?" Right? He grinned hopefully up at the older boy. Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Sierra wrinkled up her nose and watched as Corey sniffed nearly everything within his reach. Had their Head of House not been present, she'd flick out her wand and cause something to splatter right on his face. Hmm. Nah, he'd probably enjoy the food hitting him head on. "How generous of you," Sierra replied, rolling her eyes. "Will you stop?!" she snapped, grabbing a piece of rolled up parchment and swatting him right on the arm. She grabbed a hold of the sandwich plate and scooted it to the other side of her, the side Corey wasn't sitting on. "Do you have a medical condition, or something?" she asked, a little annoyed. "I'm sure they make a potion for a bottomless stomach..."
Had someone really thrown stink bombs at the Slytherin house meeting? With Lafay present at that? Yes, they most definitely had. The stench in the air had reached Sierra's nose just as she'd looked up at Salander. "So wait just a minute," she said. "The rest of us have to continue to smell that, too?" She glanced at the two stink bombers out of the corner of her eye. Her vote was to charm the stink over to them and let the rest of the house sit in peace. She didn't mention anything about the reason the meeting may have been held. After all, she was part of the reason they were in the negatives, though she'd go to the grave one day still declaring that it was all Tori Bunbury's fault. "Thats me. SO generous." So very. He was sure he'd actually be able to eat everything HERE, even if it made him feel sick, but the nice boy that he was, he didn't at all mind sharing a vegetable stick or two.
Corentin grinned at the arm swatting but his expression was more dismayed at the sandwich taking. He tugged the meat platter closer and settled for mentally saliviating over that instead, shooting little glances at Sierra, or perhaps more correctly, the sandwiches.
"Do they? Hmm. Wonder if it'd work." |
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