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JustAlice · 01-30-2014, 04:42 PM

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Originally Posted by Tegz

Oh HERE they were. Two of them.

West squinted at Derry and Theo. Yeahh not off entirely scott free. K? Late.

"You guys are late. But whatever. You can choose what you want to help with... cleaning tail twigs," With him, "Trimming them." Over there with Tyner, "Or polishing." He pointed at the polishing group and then eyed Theo. What was he eating?

Yes, I'm aware... Derry thought, frowning to herself and reajusting her hat. She wasn't in the best of moods today... in fact, she'd rather be flying the brooms than tending to them, but she knew they probably needed it. She thought of her own broom - clean and incredibly well looked after - and it made her feel a bit sorry for these less fortunate ones. Sure, it was mental to be thinking about brooms as though they had souls... but it was probably a little left over imagination from writing that story... anyway, broom things.

"Yeah, okay, I'm doing it..." Derry brushed a bit of cut-hair from the front of her jacket, shot West a little apologetic smile for her bad mood, and walked over to help trim twigs. She could do this, it was far easier than cutting her own hair, she had realised, and she was going to look after these poor little motherless brooms.

01-30-2014, 04:42 PM	#94 (permalink)
JustAlice Doxy Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: [GMT] Posts: 6,188 Hogwarts RPG Name: Dalia Turay Fourth Year	Zing Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Oh HERE they were. Two of them. West squinted at Derry and Theo. Yeahh not off entirely scott free. K? Late. "You guys are late. But whatever. You can choose what you want to help with... cleaning tail twigs," With him, "Trimming them." Over there with Tyner, "Or polishing." He pointed at the polishing group and then eyed Theo. What was he eating? Yes, I'm aware... Derry thought, frowning to herself and reajusting her hat. She wasn't in the best of moods today... in fact, she'd rather be flying the brooms than tending to them, but she knew they probably needed it. She thought of her own broom - clean and incredibly well looked after - and it made her feel a bit sorry for these less fortunate ones. Sure, it was mental to be thinking about brooms as though they had souls... but it was probably a little left over imagination from writing that story... anyway, broom things. "Yeah, okay, I'm doing it..." Derry brushed a bit of cut-hair from the front of her jacket, shot West a little apologetic smile for her bad mood, and walked over to help trim twigs. She could do this, it was far easier than cutting her own hair, she had realised, and she was going to look after these poor little motherless brooms.