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Govoni · 04-25-2012, 02:04 PM

Dylan stepped through the barrier with a sigh as his parents followed in behind him. He clearly wasn't speaking to them due to the way he quickly stalked off once being safely on the platform. The blond was still put off with them because of the Diagon Alley incident...

Of course, that trip hadn't turned out to be a complete bust...

He had met the most peculiar girl...Not that her looks were weird or unattractive. No, no, NO. She was, by far, one of the best looking girls he'd ever laid eyes on...but she was also the strangest...Nodding to himself in agreement to the thought, he subconsciously looked around the platform for her.

Stopping the action as soon as it began, he heard his mother step up behind him. Tossing a look over his should, Dylan crossed his arms. "What?"

"Dylan Corvi, watch it...and stop pouting." She was tugging at his black hoodie and pale hair, attempting to groom him. Dylan just glared at her, not moving to stop her assault. "Your father and I had meetings..."

"Yes...Whatever you say, mother." *GLARE*

04-25-2012, 02:04 PM	#91 (permalink)
Govoni MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Dragonstone Posts: 15,589 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12	Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese Dylan stepped through the barrier with a sigh as his parents followed in behind him. He clearly wasn't speaking to them due to the way he quickly stalked off once being safely on the platform. The blond was still put off with them because of the Diagon Alley incident... Of course, that trip hadn't turned out to be a complete bust... He had met the most peculiar girl...Not that her looks were weird or unattractive. No, no, NO. She was, by far, one of the best looking girls he'd ever laid eyes on...but she was also the strangest...Nodding to himself in agreement to the thought, he subconsciously looked around the platform for her. Stopping the action as soon as it began, he heard his mother step up behind him. Tossing a look over his should, Dylan crossed his arms. "What?" "Dylan Corvi, watch it...and stop pouting." She was tugging at his black hoodie and pale hair, attempting to groom him. Dylan just glared at her, not moving to stop her assault. "Your father and I had meetings..." "Yes...Whatever you say, mother." GLARE