06-07-2012, 01:23 AM
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| Diricawl
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Zahra Kettleburn Graduated | Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen Quote:
Originally Posted by Tegz West pushed the classroom door open with a wild eyed expression, it was possible that there were even tears of EXCITEMENT there, but it wasn't that he'd been crying because manly men like West did NOT CRY. Yes he was late and yes probably he should say sorry to the professor FIRST but instead West ZEROED IN on his sister, eyes all shiny, letter clasped in his hand. "ASPEN!" A theatrical whisper and a tug on her robes. "READ THIS!" He didn't even notice all the cool metal things, so intent was he on his sister and the news and he wanted HUGS and to CELEBRATE and for their dad to come and get them RIGHT NOW!
Their dad was COMING HOME! One moment Aspen was goading reactions out of Joao, clucking at him, testing him. The next.... Big sister HIGH ALERT. He was late. She knew every bump, freckle, and hair on his head - she knew when there was tears, excited sort of not. She swept around him protectively, like she could keep the Professor(s) from seeing him. "Shhh," she warned him, slipping her arm around him and pulling him close so she could read the letter from his hands. She was quick about it, even though she read the words over and over and over in the short span of time.
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Aspen's rosy cheeks drained of color and she no longer wanted to play with Joao, or metal creatures, or anything really. She closed the letter over in West's hands, for him to keep. "We're testing Dark Creatures, prepping for the Final. You can touch them, but note the consequences. The basilisk will paralyze you for a spell, and the grindylow latches on for a few seconds. Don't touch the nundu, but the rest should be fun for you. Take notes." She was .... shielding fiercely, not reacting, and very much wanting West not to get in trouble and to... well, now she wanted to leave class. Immediately. After West was settled, she might.
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Oh Merlin, that Prefect again. Most Likely To Get Eaten. |
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