07-22-2013, 05:16 AM
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  MOMoke
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Gideon Emerson
Slytherin Seventh Year
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SPOILER!!: BOTH VERY STUBBORN, OKAY?! Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl 
She was shaking? Well thank you, Captain Obvious, she TOTALLY hadn't even noticed. "S-S-So? D-D-D-Doesn't really matter." Nope, all that mattered to either of them, apparently, was winning right now. Which was understandable. Winning was fun. Way better than losing. Also better than shivering and getting sick from the cold...but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make to win this...snow fight?
Yeah, that was what it had been. It seemed like forever now since they were just throwing snow at each other. How long had they lain here like this anyway? Not that it really mattered, but she was a little curious. And it was slightly taking her mind off trembling because of the cold. Mind over matter, and all that.
COME ON PEN. Yield. Give up. Do something besides just laying in the half melted snow/grass and give stilted answers. It was annoying and her shivering sort of KIND of made him feel badly. Like he was being a bad person. A bad person who wanted to WIN, mind you.
Also, her cold stutter was getting bad too, which meant it was time to just give in and such. Please? He would never say that out loud, but it was in his eyes along with the burning desire to kick her butt and win. Epic snow tackle of '81. This was history in the making.
Sighing dramatically he pulled out the pout and asked, "Can't you just give up? So you don't get ill." AND so he could have bragging rights. That mostly.
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