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SilverTiger · 03-22-2014, 09:10 AM

She hadn’t really thought it was quite that hilarious, but at least Fion had gotten the feeling that Vince had understood her finally. Watching Robert get drunk had been amusing, of course, but then there had been that whole matter of him possibly vomiting all over her boots and otherwise being quite annoying. It almost made her wonder what was going on over at the seating area, since odds were he was even more drunk than before by now. It wasn’t her problem anymore, and it hadn’t been her problem from the beginning. It was odd, not being responsible for any of the incidents so far. She was getting an itch to just up and do something, but then, there had been a flash and she’d stepped back instinctively as she saw the glass falling. Firewhiskey on her shoes wasn’t any more wanted than vomit, nor was yet another body. Vince wasn’t whining, though, and she looked down at him suspiciously. Nobody was going to pin this on her either, but she poked a foot out to nudge him a little. He was definitely out cold.

Glancing toward the dance floor again, the only thing she noticed that was different was that the banana was conspicuously absent. She hadn’t thought the fruit was particularly violent before now, although the person inside the suit had been quite the dancer. Either way, there wasn’t any obvious clues toward who had cast any spells, and after another light nudge, she knelt down, making sure to stay clear of the spilled drink as she made sure Vince was still breathing. Fion Aubrey was definitely not standing by a dead body, and after a beat, she let her hand move to the sword scabbard at her waist and pulled her wand out. “Rennervate,” she cast, slipping her wand away again after she was done. There was no reason to keep it out in case he woke up and thought she’d knocked him out in the first place. She wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t leaving him lying there unconscious either.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,286 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Sixth Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict She hadn’t really thought it was quite that hilarious, but at least Fion had gotten the feeling that Vince had understood her finally. Watching Robert get drunk had been amusing, of course, but then there had been that whole matter of him possibly vomiting all over her boots and otherwise being quite annoying. It almost made her wonder what was going on over at the seating area, since odds were he was even more drunk than before by now. It wasn’t her problem anymore, and it hadn’t been her problem from the beginning. It was odd, not being responsible for any of the incidents so far. She was getting an itch to just up and do something, but then, there had been a flash and she’d stepped back instinctively as she saw the glass falling. Firewhiskey on her shoes wasn’t any more wanted than vomit, nor was yet another body. Vince wasn’t whining, though, and she looked down at him suspiciously. Nobody was going to pin this on her either, but she poked a foot out to nudge him a little. He was definitely out cold. Glancing toward the dance floor again, the only thing she noticed that was different was that the banana was conspicuously absent. She hadn’t thought the fruit was particularly violent before now, although the person inside the suit had been quite the dancer. Either way, there wasn’t any obvious clues toward who had cast any spells, and after another light nudge, she knelt down, making sure to stay clear of the spilled drink as she made sure Vince was still breathing. Fion Aubrey was definitely not standing by a dead body, and after a beat, she let her hand move to the sword scabbard at her waist and pulled her wand out. “Rennervate,” she cast, slipping her wand away again after she was done. There was no reason to keep it out in case he woke up and thought she’d knocked him out in the first place. She wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t leaving him lying there unconscious either. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥