Thread: The Treehouse
View Single Post
Old 05-09-2016, 11:14 PM   #5 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo


MO & DMLE
Crup
 
DaniDiNardo's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2012
Location: Over here! (GMT -5)
Posts: 17,236

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Emmerson N. J. Cambridge
Gryffindor
Sixth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Alexa Christina Cambridge
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
Kodee Chosen
Minister's Office
x12 x12
Default
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite

Quote:
Originally Posted by Govoni View Post
It was almost 5 o'clock at night on a Friday...and Olivia could be found hauling a huge blanket roll (along with her nifty bag from the train with its undetectable extension charm still in place) out across the grounds. She'd promised Blaise "friendsie time" and because of that, the blonde was going the extra mile to make their time together amazingly awesome!

So, they were going to watch the sun set and have snacks and tea...and just hang out and chat about stuff....because lessons had her drained, to be honest. And weirdly enough, her legs had been aching A LOT lately. She'd have to owl her mum about it...because it was starting to really annoy her.

Ahem, anyway....lugging everything up the ladder to the treehouse was a bit difficult at first, but after some maneuvering, the tiny blonde had managed to push both the blankets and bag up the wooden stairs.

Sigh. Now to wait for Blaise!
Merlin he hated school. Really. Seriously. There was no one in the entire school (except maybe Daxton) who could have been happier that the week was officially over and NO ONE would be able to force him to learn another bloody thing about bloody magic until Monday. Nothing but relaxation and friend time with Liv which he was completely down for. One of the best ways to end the week in his opinion.

Being under the impression Liv would bring the stuff--it being her idea and her insisting and all--the only thing he had to do was show up with his quill and notepad floating alongside him so that was what he did.

Up the ladder the third year went, knowing full well the magical items would be able to keep up. "Need any help setting up?" He asked, his head popping up through the door seconds before the rest of him did.

The Third Year could spread the blanket or help make a fort or just about anything really. Weren't weekends grand?
__________________
Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________

______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.

DaniDiNardo is offline