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itsjustjesse · 10-09-2014, 03:08 AM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

With the buckets lined up now, he caught the chin-life greeting and returned it with a smile even. The flitterbloom smell still annoying him but quickly being drowned out by the smell of ...dragon manure. A much more interesting scent in Cutty's opinion. And it was sharp that day.

Cutty stood there for a moment watching as the Gryffindor girl worked. She was actually quite careful and he noted her technique. Very stealthy. Almost Slytherin-like. Almost. But she was good. Probably one of the reasons Gryffindor was in the lead.

One foot out and then the other, Cutty made his way over to the bulbs. He wasn't particularly careful but he was silent and confident. There was nothing to be shy about when planting bouncing bulbs. Steadily he lifted one of the babies up from their spot and carried it over to the half filled pot and placed her inside without incident. With the dirt from the fully filled pots he finished up the job.

"Cutty Mordaunt. Fourth Year Slytherin." He said introducing himself to the Gryffindor.

Puck carefully placed her bouncing bulb into her half filled pot. Moving on she slowly added in the dirt from other pot on top of it filling the pot and making the little bulb as snug as possible in its new dirt home. ”Nice to meet you Cutty, I’m Puck Greyvson…Gryffindor fourth year” she introduced herself properly to her Slytherin classmate.

The gryff~~slythin~~dor girl carefully stood up and made her way back to the bouncing bulbs resting place. Deep breath. Calmness. That was key. Carefully again she reached her hand forward and made sure not to make any sudden movements again. Her hands securely around the bulb she lifted it away from the table and carefully walked away from the table.

Step. Pause. Step. Pause.

She had made it back to her spot. Hah! She had successfully (yet again) skipped out of getting a black eye.

10-09-2014, 03:08 AM	#67 (permalink)
itsjustjesse Fwooper Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the void Posts: 21,838 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10	Herbology HW Post 3 HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah With the buckets lined up now, he caught the chin-life greeting and returned it with a smile even. The flitterbloom smell still annoying him but quickly being drowned out by the smell of ...dragon manure. A much more interesting scent in Cutty's opinion. And it was sharp that day. Cutty stood there for a moment watching as the Gryffindor girl worked. She was actually quite careful and he noted her technique. Very stealthy. Almost Slytherin-like. Almost. But she was good. Probably one of the reasons Gryffindor was in the lead. One foot out and then the other, Cutty made his way over to the bulbs. He wasn't particularly careful but he was silent and confident. There was nothing to be shy about when planting bouncing bulbs. Steadily he lifted one of the babies up from their spot and carried it over to the half filled pot and placed her inside without incident. With the dirt from the fully filled pots he finished up the job. "Cutty Mordaunt. Fourth Year Slytherin." He said introducing himself to the Gryffindor. Puck carefully placed her bouncing bulb into her half filled pot. Moving on she slowly added in the dirt from other pot on top of it filling the pot and making the little bulb as snug as possible in its new dirt home. ”Nice to meet you Cutty, I’m Puck Greyvson…Gryffindor fourth year” she introduced herself properly to her Slytherin classmate. The gryff~~slythin~~dor girl carefully stood up and made her way back to the bouncing bulbs resting place. Deep breath. Calmness. That was key. Carefully again she reached her hand forward and made sure not to make any sudden movements again. Her hands securely around the bulb she lifted it away from the table and carefully walked away from the table. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. She had made it back to her spot. Hah! She had successfully (yet again) skipped out of getting a black eye. __________________ IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________ IF YOU MAKE HER ____________