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Old 03-21-2014, 04:49 AM   #125 (permalink)
Gryffindoll


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Vianna couldn’t stop laughing. The entire scene was absolutely ridiculous and absurd - a giant banana challenging Ned, an entire crowd of drunken students pulling the same moves together; it was all simply too much. There were tears making the girl’s crystal blue eyes sparkle, and she wiped them with a smile as Ned very excitedly pointed out the dance revolution he had started.

“Nat bad, Hall, not bad at all,” said a voice from within the banana costume. It sounded genuinely pleased. “For this, I award Slytherin twenty points!”

Vianna was too distracted to catch on with what the banana said; at any other time, she would’ve immediately made it her business to figure out who was under the vibrant yellow costume, but instead she was copying the moves of the students around her. When Ned asked the girl to show off her robot dance, Vianna grinned and proceeded to copy the boy’s earlier moves with surprising accuracy, moving confidently but playfully, a long string of giggles constantly leaving her rosy lips. And though she would never admit it to Ned Hall (because his ego didn’t need any feeding), she was actually having a pretty great time.



“You got McGit drunk?!” Vince exclaimed, wide-eyed as Fion explained her current situation. The girl’s sarcasm went right over his head; Vince had always been a painfully literal creature. “That’s amazing, how’d you even accomplish that?” Without giving the girl a chance to answer, Vince was already looking around the room. “Where is he? I need to see this!” The mere idea of Robert McDweeb drunkenly wobbling about made the boy’s eyes sparkle with amusement.

As Fion then went on to ask the boy if he was offering to dance with her, he shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, why not? But first I need to recharge.” He’d come to the bar for a reason, after all, and that reason snuggly lay in a liquid state inside the glass in his hand. He took greedy gulps from the firewhiskey, ignoring the burning sensation it left behind in his sore throat. Ahhh. Refreshing. This was exactly what he needed.
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