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Fira · 06-28-2012, 12:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Deniiz

The warming charms placed all over his body, João strolled down the grounds absent-mindedly, not aware where he was going. It was fine as long as he followed the snow, and he raised his head only when he arrived at the Whomping Willow. He stared at the tree for a moment and looked at the people around. None of them he recognised. Better. Picking a stone from the ground, he bent down and rolled it into the snow, expecting it to turn into a big snow ball... but it didn't. He frowned, trying again. Wasn't this how they made a snowman? They rolled snow, and rolled, and rolled until it was as big as a lorry's wheel? His stone, on the other hand, melted the snow. He squatted down and picked another stone... though the result was the same.

How did the OTHERS manage to make snowman if stones were no use?

Wrapping her Gryffindor cloak around herself and hair in a long, dark pony tail, Lea Carter made her way down to the grounds from the lions' common room. Her plan was ready in mind; she was going to make a snow creature of her own and make it ATTACK to the Whomping Willow. So the Whomping Willow could see who was the boss.

She walked fast to the certain place enjoying the way how she made footprints on the snow. They were the prettiest looking footprints ever, because they were hers. Ha! When she was finally there, she chose some area away from the others there BUT the next moment a boy-*shrudder*- a boy just had to walk in her perfect area for her creature.

Narrowing her dark brown eyes, she watched the boy play with stones a bit. She took a few more steps closer to see what he was trying to do then next, she was unable to hold her laughter.

''HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!''

Apparently the poor boy needed help. But Lea was not going to help him until he would beg for it.

''You look too old to be playing with stones, i say.''

06-28-2012, 12:26 PM	#1008 (permalink)
Fira Doxy Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: GMT+3 Posts: 6,022 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hunter Carter First Year x5 x4	9 3/4 ticket holder / The SS Mentalist / Sherlock / The Master Of Everything / Josh + <3 = Ev Quote: Originally Posted by Deniiz The warming charms placed all over his body, João strolled down the grounds absent-mindedly, not aware where he was going. It was fine as long as he followed the snow, and he raised his head only when he arrived at the Whomping Willow. He stared at the tree for a moment and looked at the people around. None of them he recognised. Better. Picking a stone from the ground, he bent down and rolled it into the snow, expecting it to turn into a big snow ball... but it didn't. He frowned, trying again. Wasn't this how they made a snowman? They rolled snow, and rolled, and rolled until it was as big as a lorry's wheel? His stone, on the other hand, melted the snow. He squatted down and picked another stone... though the result was the same. How did the OTHERS manage to make snowman if stones were no use? Wrapping her Gryffindor cloak around herself and hair in a long, dark pony tail, Lea Carter made her way down to the grounds from the lions' common room. Her plan was ready in mind; she was going to make a snow creature of her own and make it ATTACK to the Whomping Willow. So the Whomping Willow could see who was the boss. She walked fast to the certain place enjoying the way how she made footprints on the snow. They were the prettiest looking footprints ever, because they were hers. Ha! When she was finally there, she chose some area away from the others there BUT the next moment a boy-shrudder- a boy just had to walk in her perfect area for her creature. Narrowing her dark brown eyes, she watched the boy play with stones a bit. She took a few more steps closer to see what he was trying to do then next, she was unable to hold her laughter. ''HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!'' Apparently the poor boy needed help. But Lea was not going to help him until he would beg for it. ''You look too old to be playing with stones, i say.'' __________________ Auror • YATIL_.________The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy... ...but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him.