 A Poop * k8 *
What was one to do when looped up on the juice that a crazy Healer gave you? Well, Ember thought she miiiiiight need some YOGA in her life, and she was TRYING to find a nice empty room to do it in, too--but she had stumbled upon this INSTEAD. Heh! What a nice-looking group of people! She smiled in a lazy way at Harmony and hugged her boss, so out of it that she actually put an arm around her.
"Hiya boss! You're looking sooooOOOoooOOOOOooooo chipper today!" she said, her speech clearly off a little. The stuff that Healer had given her was clearly running its course. And not to mention, Ember was a tiny, tiny person. Anything like that could be DRASTIC on her. She glanced around the room and waved at everyone, but her motions were slower, and the smile on her face was so airy. "Oh--Harmony--are you doing yoga--" she asked, and she closed her eyes, let go of Harmony, and began to make the OOOOM noise, breathing in and out and being very...calm about it, though. She hoped they were doing yoga...though, she felt fuzzy and mellow enough already. "Those Healers...they relaxed me...." she said, opening her eyes and then spotted the paaaaints and the pottery and GIGGGGGGLED a ton. "Oh my--this is art--ART I TELL YOU!" she said, and she just laaaaughed and looked around at all of these...lovely people.
"I want to art. Let's art. " She said to Harmony, smiling, still. All sunshines and roses here, love.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |