01-20-2013, 07:46 AM
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| Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Fourth Year x5 x3
| K2, Alexa and Mo included (Plus Professor Bellaire of course) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict While she always felt a bit closer to the subject of Transfiguration, just because of, well, things, Kendall had jumped at the chance to join the new Advanced Charms Club. Charms were awesome too, even if Professor Bellaire was usually pretty strict about clothing and being neat. She could try to be neat if it meant getting to play with learning even more awesome charms than those they would study in normal lessons, and as such, she’d managed to pull her hair back into an almost perfect French braid, her pink streaks weaved through and making an interesting pattern amongst the normal auburn color. That was the best she coulddo, and even that had been forgotten as soon as she’d stepped inside the classroom where the first meeting of the club was supposed to happen and she saw the charmed chairs and cushions moving around the room. Along with the sight of Alexa being dragged along after one of the cushions. Okay, don’t try to fight with the cushions, she thought, stepping further inside to see professor Bellaire and a good group of students also there, Katrina and Mo included and she sent a grin to both of them. “Good afternoon, Professor Bellaire,” she said politely, even as her hazel eyes followed the course of one of the chairs dancing its way across the room. She was half-tempted to just go into full ninja butterfly mode and launch herself onto the seat, but the thought of the professor being horrified at the sight of a combat boot standing on one of her chairs stopped her. Therefore, she slipped her wand out and waved it at the chair. “Immobulus,” she cast, reaching out as the chair stopped moving to pull it toward her. Apparently they were supposed to sit and wait for the meeting to start, but she took a moment to eye the refreshment table before she took her seat. Hopefully there was chocolate over there.
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