SIGHS FOR LIFE. "Nicolas Umbridge, please don't be so bloody morose all the time," she muttered as she walked along barefoot. "It is most certainly the same home, minus the black hearted folks that once inhabited it," she said pointedly as she swung her arms wide as she walked along.
Looking up toward him again she flailed as he grabbed her sunglasses. THIEF. Hehe. She couldn't help but smile at him, though. "Pink's your color." Smiiiirk. And they were as owls are? Really. Sighs again. "Did you study a handbook that taught you how to speak so cryptically? And you have nothing to fear from my owl... referring to getting the mail delivered anyway. She doesn't like Str... she doesn't like many people other than me. Great thing she's my familiar." She wouldn't pour salt in her oldest friends' wound. Nope. She wouldn't mention Stradivarius' name unless Nic did.
"And you look like Hell. What have you been doing to yourself, Nicolas? You should eat more often. You look as though you have lost twenty pounds since last I saw you," she said in a motherly way as she gently pushed his arm. |