 A Poop * k8 *
Floppy the bunny.
Yes, very original, Gabby. Lynley had to chuckle softly at it, though. It was such a childish name; very cute. "I feel like I should invest in an owl. I would be able to communicate better with fellow magical folks," she said, her eyes flittering to the ice cream menu once more. It was decided; she would get one. At some point.
Eventually.
"Valeria Burton. It has a nice ring to it..." ish. "I like Valeria." Not the Burton part. "It definitely seems like a name you'd have picked, yes, very Italian." Lynley wondered what Gabby's parents thought of this whole ordeal. Hmph. And of course the hE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING came up. Technically, no. Lynley just SIGHED. "Look, I just don;t like him. He's all high and mighty--thinks he's the best damn thing in the world, and acts like he's better than me--self righteous p--" she clenched her teeth shut and took a BREATH. "I just don't like his attitude. That's it, and I know he doesn't like mine, and that's FINE with me."
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |