02-22-2015, 02:26 AM
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| Pogrebin
Join Date: May 2009 Location: London
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Graduated
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| urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Text Cut: What an interesting group of boys XD Quote:
Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah He was carrying a tray of what looked and smelled an awful lot like hot chocolate. And maybe it was. Sweets biz 'n all. But how likely was it that Cutty Mordaunt was to do anything usual?
He made his way into their snake den from the dungeon corridor and secret entrance and set down the cupped concoctions on the small table immediately in front of Barrington and Whitlock. "Perfect! It's yew two. And yer don't look busy." Although, truthfully if both Dante and Grayson had been studying for Transfig, whilst swallowing swords and crying, Cutty wouldn't said the same thing. "I'm testing out bevvies for me sweets selling operation. I need yer honest opinions on soomthin' I've whipped oop in the kitchens."
He helped himself to a seat near the other two he-snakes. Quote:
Originally Posted by Meizzner Well either Dante was lucky that people came to him or he was now in for something he could not even imagine. He hoped it was the first one. First it was Grayson showing up. Stay cool, Dante. It was The Grayson Whitlock. He got a hey and a smile as he sat down. Perfect. "Blend of Juice..Huh..I will try it if you try this awesome potion."
He should because it was awesome.
And more to drink? Well this was suspicious. Though Cutty did sell some good sweets. So maybe it was only right he was making drinks now. "Hmm.......sure"
What was the worst that could happen....Dante did not really want to know the answer to that. A smirk ha spread itself across Grayson's face before he even got a chance to see who had appeared out of nowhere. There really was no mistaking that accent, of course. "'Sup, Cutty." He had comments about what the younger Slytherin had just said but Dante was here. Couldn't mess up the dude's innocent mind after all.
Juice for whatever potion Dante had? Shrug. "Yeah, alright then," he said, pulling out his flask and sliiiiiiiiiiiiding it over, "What makes the potion so awesome?" It was a potion after all. His area of expertise. Kinda.
Bevvies? Sweet selling operation? Jeez, how was it that Cutty was making a lot of money already? "Didn't know you were good at making beverages, Mordaunt. Will you try some of my juice if I try some of those drinks you've got?"
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