03-28-2015, 04:31 PM
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 MO Puffskein
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year | Post 4 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb SPOILER!!: Ethan XD Quote:
Originally Posted by Mordred Well...he didn’t mean to offend her or anything. Why the glaring? WHY IS IT THAT SLYTHERINS GET ALL THE GLARES??! Ethan did straighten up from his seat too and glanced over at the tiny fourteen year old in front of him. “Good for you then!...I mean...fourteen and all.” The Slytherin will never figure out why this age thing should be a big deal. He’s sixteen did she know? “I’ll be turning seventeen this coming October. I’ll be of age and will be able to do magic outside of school.” Ethan gave a cool shrug and released the Snargaluff’s thorny vines.
Hehehehe. “I believe it is your turn, Miss Norah! Let’s see what you’ve got.” He said as he stood up and switched places with the Hufflepuff. “Grab Bob's vines with steady hands, tie it together, and give it a firm hold...” Since he’s the older student in the team, he ought to give her a good advice, yeah? “Whenever you’re ready partner!”
Cue the grabby hands...eyes on the spot where the hole should be... Norah's mouth opened into an even bigger O shape because MAN, he really was old. "Wooooooow. Seventeen is awesome! You're practically be king of the world by now." She'd better be on her best behavior, then. She beamed at him before clapping her hands together and turning back to Bob. "You're going DOWN, vine things," she said, pointing dramatically. "But don't worry, I promise not to hurt you." That'd just be mean. Plants were people too--wait, what?
The third year shot Ethan one last grin before grabbing one vine in each hand. Or trying to, anyway, because as soon as her gloved made contact Bob started wiggling like a madman plant, and her hands slipped off. Heh, whoops. Norah pushed a curly strand of hair behind her ear and gave Ethan an apologetic smile before bouncing on her tippy toes and assuming the position once more. "Okay, now you're going down." The fourteen year old grabbed each vine again and gritted her teeth against their wiggling. She pushed her feet against the floor for leverage as she forced the vines backwards into a sloppy knot, revealing a hold. "Go go go!" And she meant it. 'Cause her noodle arms couldn't really hold these thingies back for much longer. But Ethan was nearly the king of the world, so he'd have no trouble. Duh.
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