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Daemon · 02-09-2016, 02:01 PM

Text Cut: Marshaaaa

Suri had been closely inspecting the dirt under her nails - studiously ignoring all the ridiculous firstie drama going on (aka, eavesdropping) - when Marsha had sat down next to her. It had taken the brunette a few long moments before she even realised it was Marsha and not some random redhead. Looking up, Suri stared. This person looked like Marsha and talked like Marsha but it didn't seem like Marsha at all. In all the time that Suri had known her, she'd always (well, almost) been smiley.

This version of Marsha was definitely not smiley.

About to ask what on earth had happened, Professor Stutterson chose that moment to start the lesson and Suri eyed him with frown. She liked Potions, so he got brownie points for that, but he had bad timing and ugly glasses. So. There.

Right, so poisoning each other was the topic of the day. How fun. And they got to work in partners, which meant Marsha could stay right here and they could totally talk in between getting poisoned and stuff. Turning to her Gryffindor friend, Suri smiled. "I'm not sure what's wrong, but I think you should take this poison thing first and then you can tell me all about why you're sad while I make the antidote," genius plan right there. Suri nodded encouragingly, for effect. She definitely wanted to be the first one making the antidote. You know, just in case it didn't work.

Although she really didn't want Marsha to die either, so she sent a mild glare to Newton. It better work, Stutters.

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,753 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aria Wallace Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eleanor von Brandt Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Declan Pascal Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brayla Stemp Gryffindor Seventh Year x4 x2	PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Text Cut: Marshaaaa Quote: Originally Posted by Stormdancer Her head didn't move from her hand as their Professor moved into the classroom. The red head sighed as she tried her best to remember the fact that she really liked potions; she didn't want to sleep through one of her favourite classes and mess up later when she had hurry to catch up. After all, Aunt Hazel always said that potion-making was an art. She nodded once. She had had a great holiday and that was the problem. She missed her siblings and her parents already, having not re-adjusted to not being with them every day. She would get there, but right now she was in a mood... upset and cranky. "At least we don't need to move." Marsha finally said, looking at her best friend... who apparently wasn't getting any choice on working with her today. Hope that's okay bestie, 'cause she didn't think anyone else would put up with her attitude today. "Do you think we are making anything interesting? Griffin, she hoped so. Suri had been closely inspecting the dirt under her nails - studiously ignoring all the ridiculous firstie drama going on (aka, eavesdropping) - when Marsha had sat down next to her. It had taken the brunette a few long moments before she even realised it was Marsha and not some random redhead. Looking up, Suri stared. This person looked like Marsha and talked like Marsha but it didn't seem like Marsha at all. In all the time that Suri had known her, she'd always (well, almost) been smiley. This version of Marsha was definitely not smiley. About to ask what on earth had happened, Professor Stutterson chose that moment to start the lesson and Suri eyed him with frown. She liked Potions, so he got brownie points for that, but he had bad timing and ugly glasses. So. There. Right, so poisoning each other was the topic of the day. How fun. And they got to work in partners, which meant Marsha could stay right here and they could totally talk in between getting poisoned and stuff. Turning to her Gryffindor friend, Suri smiled. "I'm not sure what's wrong, but I think you should take this poison thing first and then you can tell me all about why you're sad while I make the antidote," genius plan right there. Suri nodded encouragingly, for effect. She definitely wanted to be the first one making the antidote. You know, just in case it didn't work. Although she really didn't want Marsha to die either, so she sent a mild glare to Newton. It better work, Stutters. __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end