08-24-2013, 12:47 AM
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| Chimaera
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Simone Stone Graduated
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| Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror SPOILER!!: Fina Quote:
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Fina giggled when he poked her side, hugging it with her elbow. "Ssshhhhh........" she poked her tongue out playfully. "But they .... they're just as much a Hufflepuff as I am. If not moreso." It was the truth, even if he tried to deny it. Just because she was his Hufflepuff, didn't make them any less of one. She was just their ringleader. Their mother-away-from-birth-mother.
She grinned up at him at that plan. That was a good plan. "My feet and mind say anything except ice cream." Because she was not trusting that again. Forget that though, she wasn't sure she was trusting of Hogwarts food again. Anjelica Lainey might have been insane, but at least she would have been safe from the semantics last term. Proving that insanity isn't always a bad thing.
Using her hand to push his arm down, she instead intertwined her fingers with his. "Fine then. Ladies choice says we pet the animals and give our regards, then we ride the mechanical hippogriff." Because this was supposed to be fun, yes? She giggled at his poke, almost like the Pillsbury dough boy of American fame, making Addison smile and want to d it again. When the tongue was aired, he was almost tempted to lean forward and bite at it for punishment for sticking it out at him. "I don't deny that," he assured her, not about to insult their pufferness, his badger radar just wasn't fully functional at the moment. If it even worked at all. Loyalty, the main trait often associated with the house could be had by all. "Duly noted..." he said with a nod to show he understood. "No ice cream." And that was fine by him. Addison was sure there was plenty of other things to do and plenty of food items other then ice cream if they so desired nourishment of some kind without disappearing to the other locals of Diagon Alley.
He let her remove his arm from the equation, waiting instead for her decision and smiling as she took his hand in hers. "Very well, animals it is," he agreed, guiding them both closer towards the animal pens in amongst the students and adults that were around them as well, brought slightly up short by the first cage. "Well...other than flobberworms." Mucas-creating creatures weren't all that appeasingly interesting.
More attention for the next animal.
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