06-06-2013, 07:21 PM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year | Pipsqueak and Shan <3 Ern's Walmart Greeter Merlin it was cold.
Like, really cold. Like, why hadn't he worn a thicker jacket cold. Or more layers cold. It was that sort of cold. It wasn't surprising that he'd forgotten to wear something warmer as this happened a lot. It wasn't the first, nor would it be the last time that Coulson Bradshaw was outside with the occasional teeth chatter.
He glanced around at the other kids who appeared to be snug and warm. Some of them seemed to be practicing, one was... hugging a tree? Odd.... and another was lazily throwing snowballs. What a lively bunch. He smirked to himself and took a seat on one of the benches.
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