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Originally Posted by ForeverYours In hindsight, this early morning chase have not been one of her brightest ideas, especially judging by the look of Elodie's face as she chased Bliss through the trees. Plus, she was getting stitch. "Probably shouldn't have eaten all those jelly beans," she muttered, still running flat out. She had escaped now, so it was ALL good - for now. At least, until Els STOPPED her escape. Then .. it wouldn't be so good.
CLIMB, CLIMB, CLIMBY CLIMB.
From alllllllll the way up in the treehouse, she yelled back gleefully, "it's not cheating, it's using logic!" She could totally pass for a Ravenclaw right now, right? With all this logic going on. "What's the problem? Can't reach meeee?" She teased and poked her head out of a widow and peered down at Els. Her best friend had stopped for the moment, looking out of breath and also deadly. OKAY. Shuffle time. There was no doubt that once Elodie did reach her, she'd be totally killd, or .. tickled. Something equally evil to that, she assumed.
EEEEEEP.
'Short legs?' She ain't got short legs. Well, maybe.
Time was totally an advantage and they both knew it. It was just a matter of getting time to work to HER advantage. Elodie would eventually catch her if she didn't come up with a plan and fast. There were several levels to this tree house and Bliss was on the very top one, hiding behind a mysterious box. Once Els arrived and found her here, she'd be done for, so she needed a back up plan. Hearing scuffling down far below her, she edged further into the shadows of the box thing. Nothing to see hear, nope.
OH. Could she use the window? Or was that just suicidal?
Out of the widow, was a large tree. One she could climb in a last ditch attempt at escape. Although she was rather good at climbing trees, she was also rather good at breaking her wrist in fancy ways and she didn't want to make a fourth break. Poor wrists. So that plan, was kind of out the window. Literally.
NEW PLAN? ... Hope for the best. Tying not to yawn whilst running was an impossible task. Everytime Elodie took in a breath, her body went into yawn mode, and she shook it off. Bliiiiiiiiiiiss, come back and just cuddle or do hair or something that isn't thiiiis. Oh, the inner pleas of a sleepy weepy Elsy Belsy. "You're a cheater cheater, pumpkin eater!" Using the tree house was the biggest cheating step in the book. But Elodie forgave her because it meant that when she needed to cheat herself, she COULD. Oh, she was a genius, wasn't she? Ta da! Els continued her search for the other Hufflepuff, knowing she was somewhere close. She wasn't that far ahead. Bliss wouldn't have had time to go too far, right? And there was no movement anywhere. Elodie couldn't HEAR anyone creeping. Not that her hearing was perfect or remotely dog-like. "Speaking of pumpkins, I want pumpkin juice now." She called, contemplating giving up. Or atleast, giving the impression of that off.
This was the worst game of hide and seek ever. "Sorry. Excuse me. Oops. You're in the way!" Darn students getting in the blighting way. Who were they!??!?! "Bliiiiiiiiisssss?" BLIIISSSSSS COME BACKKKKKK. Oh boxes. Els eyed the curiously and squinted. Nah, that wasn't anything, was it?
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