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Cedric · 01-16-2015, 10:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Wood'sLittleFlower

After sort of escorting, sort of abandoning one of the few people here he could manage to talk to on her way to the restroom, Coul's eyes grazed over the red house table. The only one he was really familiar with. He hadn't know why he'd felt a slight pull toward it, but he didn't deny it or return to the Slytherin table to wait for Elodie. Instead, he found his feet carrying him there, shoulders hunched and head low.

His eyes were instantly greeted by the sight of Alice Fischer. Oddly enough, he'd gotten to know he after they'd both graduated, not having really spoken a word during the unfortunate years he'd had to spend here.

Moving up the table a little more, head lifting, he spotted another familiar head of dark hair sitting down with a cocktail. He didn't hesitate in approaching, being better at talking to people one on one, he slipped his fingers around the plastic sword in her hand and pulled.

"You're not using that anymore, are you?"

Second cocktail and it was already half-empty. They went down quite smoothly, according to Schuyler. Maybe too smoothly.

There was a sudden tug at the tiny plastic sword between her fingers, and it almost slipped out of them. But at the last moment, she squeezed her grip on it and brought it to her chest protectively. Who was trying to steal her-?

Aha, Coul. "Actually," she poked him on the forearm with the blade as a penalty for attempting to pilfer it. "I am." Case in point.

01-16-2015, 10:41 PM	#53 (permalink)
Cedric DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: Winterfell Posts: 6,733 Hogwarts RPG Name: Samuel Chevalier Graduated x2	Aidella \| King of Confusion \| Brittana \| Forever ACROMANTULA Quote: Originally Posted by Wood'sLittleFlower After sort of escorting, sort of abandoning one of the few people here he could manage to talk to on her way to the restroom, Coul's eyes grazed over the red house table. The only one he was really familiar with. He hadn't know why he'd felt a slight pull toward it, but he didn't deny it or return to the Slytherin table to wait for Elodie. Instead, he found his feet carrying him there, shoulders hunched and head low. His eyes were instantly greeted by the sight of Alice Fischer. Oddly enough, he'd gotten to know he after they'd both graduated, not having really spoken a word during the unfortunate years he'd had to spend here. Moving up the table a little more, head lifting, he spotted another familiar head of dark hair sitting down with a cocktail. He didn't hesitate in approaching, being better at talking to people one on one, he slipped his fingers around the plastic sword in her hand and pulled. "You're not using that anymore, are you?" Second cocktail and it was already half-empty. They went down quite smoothly, according to Schuyler. Maybe too smoothly. There was a sudden tug at the tiny plastic sword between her fingers, and it almost slipped out of them. But at the last moment, she squeezed her grip on it and brought it to her chest protectively. Who was trying to steal her-? Aha, Coul. "Actually," she poked him on the forearm with the blade as a penalty for attempting to pilfer it. "I am." Case in point. __________________