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Ashwinder · 01-06-2016, 03:09 AM

Text Cut: David, Professor Myers, and Ursula Black

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"OH! Owchhhhhh!" David whisper!hissed back to the girl, who... well, where had she come from anyway? Were there MORE people hiding in this tent? ~~Was Milton there AFTER ALL?~~ And whose cats were these! WHY COULDN'T HE ASK SOMEONE THAT? He had manners, yeahhhhhhhh, but a hag was like... like on the level with a troll.... right?

He took a big step back from Professor Paul and toward the girl a little bit. He ain't afraid of no hag. "Why not? Is she the same one from the feast?"

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ursula Black

She eyed them as they came closer and the one blurted out a question, "Ursula Black" Her eyes on the man who had asked her name. Hadn't she warned them not to forget it. "Memory is the first to go when doom is approaching. You won't last a month and you dearie," She pointed at the boy, "You will end up with a missing tongue if you keep blurting out words like that." She cackled and moved closer to the opening of her tent. " Are you two hear for a reading or to go blind for staring?"

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Paul WHIPPED around when he recognized what was David's voice RINGING out those VERY rude words. He eyed the boy. "David Truebridge!" He said sternly. "You cannot just ask people that question, m'boy!" He softened his tone because well...it was David. "And what is this, Mr. Truebridge? No visit in my office yet? I'm so very HURT--" he smirked a little.

But...back to the matter at hand. "Listen to Julia. She's wise." He tapped his own head and turned back to....Ursula, apparently.

"Moss is good for ridding of smells...and for pulling the bacteria of surrounding area into it..." he nodded a bit.

He was frightened at the idea of David losing his tongue. Merlin. The hag...was a frightening lady. But a LADY nonetheless, therefore she deserved respect because all people deserved respect! He also felt...the need to protect the young ones...so he stepped closer to them and put a hand on David's back. "Ahh...why don't I just...uh, stay with you two then..." he smiled and chuckled nervously, trying not to seem...........sketchy.

He did not trust this Ursula Black.

Was she the same one from the...? Julia actually didn't know, but the thought that there could be multiple hags running around Hogwarts was just a little bit intimidating so she hissed back, "Of course she is, silly!"

But then... meep! Staring made you go blind?! In the normal course of things that obviously wasn't true, but at Hogwarts, land of the thundering ceilings and scream!fainting professor that apparently did it often enough to warrant no comment, she supposed anything was possible. So even though she hadn't really stared at Professor(?) Ursula Black, not really, she resolved to not even look at her. Just in case.

Not even the professor calling her wise made her come out from behind this David Truebridge person, though much later in the safety of the common room she would preen over it a little. Instead she tried as casually as she could—it came off as little less than a cling—to hold the professor's hand.

"What um... what kind of reading?" Poetry? That'd be nice...

01-06-2016, 03:09 AM	#11 (permalink)
Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	Caaake or deeeath? Hmm, cake please. Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Text Cut: David, Professor Myers, and Ursula Black Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "OH! Owchhhhhh!" David whisper!hissed back to the girl, who... well, where had she come from anyway? Were there MORE people hiding in this tent? ~~Was Milton there AFTER ALL?~~ And whose cats were these! WHY COULDN'T HE ASK SOMEONE THAT? He had manners, yeahhhhhhhh, but a hag was like... like on the level with a troll.... right? He took a big step back from Professor Paul and toward the girl a little bit. He ain't afraid of no hag. "Why not? Is she the same one from the feast?" Quote: Originally Posted by Ursula Black She eyed them as they came closer and the one blurted out a question, "Ursula Black" Her eyes on the man who had asked her name. Hadn't she warned them not to forget it. "Memory is the first to go when doom is approaching. You won't last a month and you dearie," She pointed at the boy, "You will end up with a missing tongue if you keep blurting out words like that." She cackled and moved closer to the opening of her tent. " Are you two hear for a reading or to go blind for staring?" Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz Paul WHIPPED around when he recognized what was David's voice RINGING out those VERY rude words. He eyed the boy. "David Truebridge!" He said sternly. *"You cannot just ask* people that question, m'boy!"** He softened his tone because well...it was David. "And what is this, Mr. Truebridge? No visit in my office yet? I'm so very HURT--" he smirked a little. But...back to the matter at hand. "Listen to Julia. She's wise." He tapped his own head and turned back to....Ursula, apparently. "Moss is good for ridding of smells...and for pulling the bacteria of surrounding area into it..." he nodded a bit. He was frightened at the idea of David losing his tongue. Merlin. The hag...was a frightening lady. But a LADY nonetheless, therefore she deserved respect because all people deserved respect! He also felt...the need to protect the young ones...so he stepped closer to them and put a hand on David's back. "Ahh...why don't I just...uh, stay with you two then..." he smiled and chuckled nervously, trying not to seem...........sketchy. He did not trust this Ursula Black. Was she the same one from the...? Julia actually didn't know, but the thought that there could be multiple hags running around Hogwarts was just a little bit intimidating so she hissed back, "Of course she is, silly!" But then... meep! Staring made you go blind?! In the normal course of things that obviously wasn't true, but at Hogwarts, land of the thundering ceilings and scream!fainting professor that apparently did it often enough to warrant no comment, she supposed anything was possible. So even though she hadn't really stared at Professor(?) Ursula Black, not really, she resolved to not even look at her. Just in case. Not even the professor calling her wise made her come out from behind this David Truebridge person, though much later in the safety of the common room she would preen over it a little. Instead she tried as casually as she could—it came off as little less than a cling—to hold the professor's hand. "What um... what kind of reading?" Poetry? That'd be nice...