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Stefan · 05-04-2012, 10:33 AM

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Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn

"I used to..." she said quietly, unsure of what she meant. She did know him very well, she knew his favourite Quidditch team, his family life, his best friend... But she didn't know why he was acting like this recently...

...

Yes she did. Wayne. His father. He was changing him. Deliberately.

What? That just irritated her even more. But she knew he was trying to help. "I will if he does." she said in a rather forceful voice.

Why did people have to be so LOUD? Aurora had the. Worst. Headache. Ever. And people were shouting and throwin things and... Now there was an ELF?!?

Mordred narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “You used to?” Well, what does he know about these things anyway? “Either way the two of you need to talk. But for now, just wait it out until you’re cool enough to think.” He himself tends to regret the words that come out of his mouth when he’s mad. With Aurora’s temper, things will really fall apart between them. “Good thing he’s got prefect duties to keep his mind off of your..er, drama.” He continued. “And, I believe you’ve got your OWLs coming up. That should keep you busy too.” He said as he spun around to see if the Headmaster will start his speech. His stomach’s screaming for food now.

Just when he was about to complain about how slow the evening was, he spotted a little creature on their table. First, the hyperactive first years, and now…an elf? He stared at it and rolled his eyes.

Text Cut: Sierra

And just when Mordred thought that the shouting subsided, their other prefect stood up and addressed the Slytherin population.

Great. He held his head with both hands, and rested his elbows on the table shutting his eyes tightly. The thumping headache wasn't helping at all.

"Hey, I'll just go stay at the back of the hall." he addressed it to Aurora then stood up. He might just skip the feast and go to bed.

05-04-2012, 10:33 AM	#221 (permalink)
Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,496 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Quote: Originally Posted by AuroraQuinn "I used to..." she said quietly, unsure of what she meant. She did know him very well, she knew his favourite Quidditch team, his family life, his best friend... But she didn't know why he was acting like this recently... ... Yes she did. Wayne. His father. He was changing him. Deliberately. What? That just irritated her even more. But she knew he was trying to help. "I will if he does." she said in a rather forceful voice. Why did people have to be so LOUD? Aurora had the. Worst. Headache. Ever. And people were shouting and throwin things and... Now there was an ELF?!? Mordred narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “You used to?” Well, what does he know about these things anyway? “Either way the two of you need to talk. But for now, just wait it out until you’re cool enough to think.” He himself tends to regret the words that come out of his mouth when he’s mad. With Aurora’s temper, things will really fall apart between them. “Good thing he’s got prefect duties to keep his mind off of your..er, drama.” He continued. “And, I believe you’ve got your OWLs coming up. That should keep you busy too.” He said as he spun around to see if the Headmaster will start his speech. His stomach’s screaming for food now. Just when he was about to complain about how slow the evening was, he spotted a little creature on their table. First, the hyperactive first years, and now…an elf? He stared at it and rolled his eyes. Text Cut: Sierra Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana The doors to the Great Hall opened, and Sierra Greingoth stepped inside. The look on her face was a mixture between a confident smirk and a stern expression. She adjusted the badge on her uniform, cast a smile toward a certain person sitting at the staff table, and then joined the other snakes at the Slytherin house table. Now, after the train ride she'd just had, where certain other people seemed to have lost the ability to control their pets, all Sierra wanted to do was sit down and enjoy a nice, quiet meal. She was borderline in a bad mood all thanks to the cat episode on the train, and she was sure a house full of Slytherins should know how to behave. After all, pride was one of the characteristics they were best known for. "Dear Merlin!" she suddenly exclaimed, having unfortunately sat right in the vicinity of someone who decided to yell just at that moment. Spinning around, she came face to face with Aurora Stewart-Quinn. She and Aurora might actually get along just fine, especially since the girl seemed enthusiastic about gaining back the cups the Puffers stole from them last term. The ringing in her ears, though, just pushed the right button that sent her over the edge. She was officially in a bad mood now. *"Who. is already. doing something. to lose. house points?!"* she asked, pausing after certain words. She pushed herself off her seat and eyed the group down the table. She'd really hate to have to 'crack the whip' in the middle of the opening feast. Oh, great. A blasted house elf had joined them. Yippy Skippy. She felt like catching the ball he'd thrown and tossing it at a Puffer just to get the elf to run in the opposite direction. She didn't, though, of course. And just when Mordred thought that the shouting subsided, their other prefect stood up and addressed the Slytherin population. Great. He held his head with both hands, and rested his elbows on the table shutting his eyes tightly. The thumping headache wasn't helping at all. "Hey, I'll just go stay at the back of the hall." he addressed it to Aurora then stood up. He might just skip the feast and go to bed. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.