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Casey O · 08-21-2014, 06:50 PM

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Originally Posted by PurpleHeart

"Ok Triton, time to stop moping and start making some friends." Rob thought to himself as he walked into the snack bar area. Not that he was particularly hungry, but he was still dealing with some shyness. Although technically England was his home, Where he had been born and raised, He had lived with his grandparents in Paris for many years and he felt like a bit of a transplant. It didn't help that he was really missing his old friends and everything. After stopping at the snack bar and ordering a butterbeer, he took a seat and kind of watched everyone bowl for a while. He wanted to play, but he knew it would be rude to go up to people he didn't know and ask to join in a game, and having had the rules of social etiquette drilled into his head since childhood, he knew it would quite probably be a social mistake to bowl alone, so there he sat, at the snack bar, sipping a butterbeer and waiting...for what? Who knew?

Marigold bounced into the Bowling Alley thing. She had never actually been in here, so she didn't exactly know where to go. Except she spotted a food place. It was a done deal from there on. She made her way to the snack area, almost knocking over a small child and apologizing along the way. She glanced up and down the choices. Hmm. She ordered some sort of cookie thing, and turned around and tripped over someone's leg. "Sorry!" she said to the boy, who was sipping a butterbeer. "I'm really clumsy." That she was.

08-21-2014, 06:50 PM	#16 (permalink)
Casey O Jobberknoll Join Date: Jun 2012 Posts: 4,293 Second Year x10	Admiratrice des Maraudeurs \| C-Rizzle \| THE Best Snuggler Quote: Originally Posted by PurpleHeart "Ok Triton, time to stop moping and start making some friends." Rob thought to himself as he walked into the snack bar area. Not that he was particularly hungry, but he was still dealing with some shyness. Although technically England was his home, Where he had been born and raised, He had lived with his grandparents in Paris for many years and he felt like a bit of a transplant. It didn't help that he was really missing his old friends and everything. After stopping at the snack bar and ordering a butterbeer, he took a seat and kind of watched everyone bowl for a while. He wanted to play, but he knew it would be rude to go up to people he didn't know and ask to join in a game, and having had the rules of social etiquette drilled into his head since childhood, he knew it would quite probably be a social mistake to bowl alone, so there he sat, at the snack bar, sipping a butterbeer and waiting...for what? Who knew? Marigold bounced into the Bowling Alley thing. She had never actually been in here, so she didn't exactly know where to go. Except she spotted a food place. It was a done deal from there on. She made her way to the snack area, almost knocking over a small child and apologizing along the way. She glanced up and down the choices. Hmm. She ordered some sort of cookie thing, and turned around and tripped over someone's leg. "Sorry!" she said to the boy, who was sipping a butterbeer. "I'm really clumsy." That she was.