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laurange · 05-30-2013, 08:09 AM

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Originally Posted by xXxPandora

Hmmm...it really was a snuggly good ol' tree of birch and it smelled good too. Right, Elise? ......Elise? ..............................Elise? "Elise? Captain? .........Oi!" Beezus tilted her head to see her Quidditch Captain. Was she snoring? She didn't fall asleep AGAIN, did she? "Oi! Sparrow! Wake uuuuup!" Geez. What did she think of her tree, a bed? Beezus called her name once again and thankfully, her friend stirred this time.

She felt a bit horrible for dragging her out this early but they had a project to work on so sleeping can come later...AFTER all of this. "You need to communicate with your treeeeeeeeeee." Beezus reminded her before she, herself, proceeded to communicating with her own.

How did one communicate with a tree, again? Oh, right. Talk. Talk was a form of communication. Or touch...actually, this whole hugging thing she had going on right now was communicating but she supposed it needed more effort. So she began to whisper to Birchy - she named the tree Birchy, why, you got complaints? Hah. "Hi Birchy, are you a girl...or a boy?" Err...was that an offensive question? Better change it then. Ahem. "I mean....how are you? I'm Beatrice Castell, by the way. But you can call me Beezus." What if it started talking? Creepy. "I'm from Ravenclaw....a Prefect and erm...my wand's wood is the same as you, birch. " Probably explained why she felt the connection. "It's nice to meet you this cold early morning." Was it happy to meet her too? She knew it was.

See, pretty good communication skills right there.

YAAAAAAWN.

Snuggly Rowan tree was snuggly. Yes it was. Snuggly new pillow that was nice and golden-brown. Smooth, too. You don't get that much in trees. Next thing she knew, a BANSHEE was screaming at her to wake up. Why, Miss Banshee? It was so comfy here! Especially with her snuggly pear tree. This banshee sounded familiar. Also, why wasn't she dead yet?

Too many questions too early in the morning. Apparently she was supposed to communicate with her tree?

"Hi Tree," she grinned whimsically, muffling a yawn into her shoulder. Tree Yawn. Yes, that would be its name. Didn't she have brilliant naming skills? Yeaaah, she did. "My name's Elise Fairfield, but some people call me Sparrow. Or Captain Sparrow, because I'm Quidditch Cap'n for Ravenclaw. Do a lot of sparrows like your branches, Tree?" YAWN? Probably, cause they were birds and Tree Yawn was a tree. No birds now, though. It was almost Winter and that meant that they'd migrated somewhere.

"Hey, Tree Yawn? Did you knoooow that my wand's made from a tree JUST like you?" It was cool, wasn't it? Yeaaah. Really cool. Well, okay. Not just like it. Her wand was pear. This tree was Rowan.

05-30-2013, 08:09 AM	#118 (permalink)
laurange Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,235 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Fifth Year x9 x6	Ar #3 ½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Quote: Originally Posted by xXxPandora Hmmm...it really was a snuggly good ol' tree of birch and it smelled good too. Right, Elise? ......Elise? ..............................Elise? "Elise? Captain? .........Oi!" Beezus tilted her head to see her Quidditch Captain. Was she snoring? She didn't fall asleep AGAIN, did she? "Oi! Sparrow! Wake uuuuup!" Geez. What did she think of her tree, a bed? Beezus called her name once again and thankfully, her friend stirred this time. She felt a bit horrible for dragging her out this early but they had a project to work on so sleeping can come later...AFTER all of this. "You need to communicate with your treeeeeeeeeee." Beezus reminded her before she, herself, proceeded to communicating with her own. How did one communicate with a tree, again? Oh, right. Talk. Talk was a form of communication. Or touch...actually, this whole hugging thing she had going on right now was communicating but she supposed it needed more effort. So she began to whisper to Birchy - she named the tree Birchy, why, you got complaints? Hah. "Hi Birchy, are you a girl...or a boy?" Err...was that an offensive question? Better change it then. Ahem. "I mean....how are you? I'm Beatrice Castell, by the way. But you can call me Beezus." What if it started talking? Creepy. "I'm from Ravenclaw....a Prefect and erm...my wand's wood is the same as you, birch. " Probably explained why she felt the connection. "It's nice to meet you this cold early morning." Was it happy to meet her too? She knew it was. See, pretty good communication skills right there. YAAAAAAWN. Snuggly Rowan tree was snuggly. Yes it was. Snuggly new pillow that was nice and golden-brown. Smooth, too. You don't get that much in trees. Next thing she knew, a BANSHEE was screaming at her to wake up. Why, Miss Banshee? It was so comfy here! Especially with her snuggly pear tree. This banshee sounded familiar. Also, why wasn't she dead yet? Too many questions too early in the morning. Apparently she was supposed to communicate with her tree? "Hi Tree," she grinned whimsically, muffling a yawn into her shoulder. Tree Yawn. Yes, that would be its name. Didn't she have brilliant naming skills? Yeaaah, she did. "My name's Elise Fairfield, but some people call me Sparrow. Or Captain Sparrow, because I'm Quidditch Cap'n for Ravenclaw. Do a lot of sparrows like your branches, Tree?" YAWN? Probably, cause they were birds and Tree Yawn was a tree. No birds now, though. It was almost Winter and that meant that they'd migrated somewhere. "Hey, Tree Yawn? Did you knoooow that my wand's made from a tree JUST like you?" It was cool, wasn't it? Yeaaah. Really cool. Well, okay. Not just like it. Her wand was pear. This tree was Rowan. Last edited by laurange; 07-31-2013 at 05:47 PM.