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Sararara · 01-23-2015, 03:37 AM

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Originally Posted by lemon

He almost giggled at Norah's patting, but something distracted him. Something.... big.

Oh Merlin. Oh Circe. Oh Philippus Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim.

"Don't let it eat me!" Dima's voice was quiet, but full of terror. Was that a REAL DOG? Where had it even come from? He loved creatures, but they were SO MUCH SCARIER where they were just about to step on his face, and he KNEW the professor was trying to make this difficult for them. Did devouring children count as difficult? A+ for you, then, Moxley.

And did Norah know that was a DOG and not a lamb? What was a fire hydrant? The tiny Toussaint squinted at his new friend a bit, but he didn't question her methods because they were WORKING. Well, apparently. So... continue, miss Hufflepuff. You go, girl.

But his praise soon was lost in another bout of fear, because just when Dima thought they were nearing the finish line without meeting another obstacle, they were suddenly SLIDING. Ice? ICE? Norah was apparently SUPER smart, because he didn't even have to think about it. She, like a good and proper post-person, had saved the day AGAIN. However could he repay her?!

"You're super hero! You've almost got us to the end, and we haven't DIED!" Because that was the one issue with Puffers. Possible risk of death.

Though that might have not been an accurate call to make just yet, because... "Mud puddle?" Mud puddle.

HEHEH She was a SUPER HERO! Norah BEAMED all over the place because YAY was she roll roll rolled Dima down the lane. They were done, right? RIIIIGHT? She had maneuvered them around TWO whole obstacles AND been called a super hero by a real live Ravenclaw so he MUST be right. Ravenclaws were always right...right? And then there were muffled noises coming from Dima. Um. What? "Muffin pile?" MUFFINS? WHERE. The third year LOOKED and LOOKED as she rolled but didn't see any muffins, just-OHH. A MUD puddle! Amudpuddleamudpuddle what did she do about a mud puddle? Her trainers were NEW! And they were PURPLE. Um Um OKAY. QUICK FEET QUICK FEET.

She rolled Dima right up to the very edge of the mud puddle and ran around to the other side of it and stared at her package some more. UHHH. There wasn't enough room to to roll him AROUND it, and her noodle arms were already getting sore, there was no way she could pick him up or anything. So. Um. AHA! As quickly as she could, Norah went back to the other side of the meanie puddle and pulled the bubble hat off of Dima's head and fastened the wrap around her trainers. YEAH. "Sorry Dima sorry! Maybe I can make you a new hat. AND A SWORD." Taking a step into the mud puddle and trying not to take too much pleasure from the squelchy noises her feet were making, the Puffer pushed Dima up into a standing position so he could waddle over her bubble feet like a bridge. BULLS EYE, she had this in the BAG. And they were done. Right? RIIIIIGHT?

With the tape pulled off between her two fingers, Norah started to unravel Dima's bubble wrap cocoon for OBVIOUS reasons like the sooner he had arms the sooner they could FIST BUMP because priorities, DUH. Bouncing on her toes and grinning from ear to ear, the third year, held out a fist. "Way to go, Dima! You're the bestest parcel I bet."

01-23-2015, 03:37 AM	#360 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Post 4+finishing Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb Quote: Originally Posted by lemon He almost giggled at Norah's patting, but something distracted him. Something.... big. Oh Merlin. Oh Circe. Oh Philippus Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim. *"Don't let it eat me!"* Dima's voice was quiet, but full of terror. Was that a REAL DOG? Where had it even come from? He loved creatures, but they were SO MUCH SCARIER where they were just about to step on his face, and he KNEW the professor was trying to make this difficult for them. Did devouring children count as difficult? A+ for you, then, Moxley. And did Norah know that was a DOG and not a lamb? What was a fire hydrant? The tiny Toussaint squinted at his new friend a bit, but he didn't question her methods because they were WORKING. Well, apparently. So... continue, miss Hufflepuff. You go, girl. But his praise soon was lost in another bout of fear, because just when Dima thought they were nearing the finish line without meeting another obstacle, they were suddenly SLIDING. Ice? ICE? Norah was apparently SUPER smart, because he didn't even have to think about it. She, like a good and proper post-person, had saved the day AGAIN. However could he repay her?! "You're super hero! You've almost got us to the end, and we haven't DIED!" Because that was the one issue with Puffers. Possible risk of death. Though that might have not been an accurate call to make just yet, because... "Mud puddle?" Mud puddle. HEHEH She was a SUPER HERO! Norah BEAMED all over the place because YAY was she roll roll rolled Dima down the lane. They were done, right? RIIIIGHT? She had maneuvered them around TWO whole obstacles AND been called a super hero by a real live Ravenclaw so he MUST be right. Ravenclaws were always right...right? And then there were muffled noises coming from Dima. Um. What? "Muffin pile?" MUFFINS? WHERE. The third year LOOKED and LOOKED as she rolled but didn't see any muffins, just-OHH. A MUD puddle! Amudpuddleamudpuddle what did she do about a mud puddle? Her trainers were NEW! And they were PURPLE. Um Um OKAY. QUICK FEET QUICK FEET. She rolled Dima right up to the very edge of the mud puddle and ran around to the other side of it and stared at her package some more. UHHH. There wasn't enough room to to roll him AROUND it, and her noodle arms were already getting sore, there was no way she could pick him up or anything. So. Um. AHA! As quickly as she could, Norah went back to the other side of the meanie puddle and pulled the bubble hat off of Dima's head and fastened the wrap around her trainers. YEAH. "Sorry Dima sorry! Maybe I can make you a new hat. AND A SWORD." Taking a step into the mud puddle and trying not to take too much pleasure from the squelchy noises her feet were making, the Puffer pushed Dima up into a standing position so he could waddle over her bubble feet like a bridge. BULLS EYE, she had this in the BAG. And they were done. Right? RIIIIIGHT? With the tape pulled off between her two fingers, Norah started to unravel Dima's bubble wrap cocoon for OBVIOUS reasons like the sooner he had arms the sooner they could FIST BUMP because priorities, DUH. Bouncing on her toes and grinning from ear to ear, the third year, held out a fist. "Way to go, Dima! You're the bestest parcel I bet." __________________