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DaniDiNardo · 07-05-2016, 04:22 PM

So THIS was what the other side of the dungeons looked like. Blaise walked a steady pace through the dimly lit corridors that drew him ever closer to where he would be serving....detention. Even the word was foreign. He wasn't the sort for detention but he also wasn't the sort to use magic on demand so here he was, dictating things to his quill as they ventured on.

By the end of the night, he was sure to have a story fit for his little sister's entertainment. She always liked when he let his quill write scary stories and though there was nothing explicitly scary about this place his quill had its own spin on things.

Blaise came to a stop at the table, instructing his quill to pause the horror story in favour of signing him in. The Staffer on the other end of the table didn't ruffle him, nor did the odd noises--rather, he was eager for his quill to get back to it's documenting. Almost fascinating enough to make him forget his true reason for being down here.

"Strike that last line, you can do better than that." Honestly. Don't act like an amateur quill, you are not.

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Name: Blaise the Magnificent
House: The noble house and order of Gryffindor
Year: ~~Third Year~~ Three Years into a sustained prison sentence

Much better.

07-05-2016, 04:22 PM	#8 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite So THIS was what the other side of the dungeons looked like. Blaise walked a steady pace through the dimly lit corridors that drew him ever closer to where he would be serving....detention. Even the word was foreign. He wasn't the sort for detention but he also wasn't the sort to use magic on demand so here he was, dictating things to his quill as they ventured on. By the end of the night, he was sure to have a story fit for his little sister's entertainment. She always liked when he let his quill write scary stories and though there was nothing explicitly scary about this place his quill had its own spin on things. Blaise came to a stop at the table, instructing his quill to pause the horror story in favour of signing him in. The Staffer on the other end of the table didn't ruffle him, nor did the odd noises--rather, he was eager for his quill to get back to it's documenting. Almost fascinating enough to make him forget his true reason for being down here. "Strike that last line, you can do better than that." Honestly. Don't act like an amateur quill, you are not. Quote: Name: Blaise the Magnificent House: The noble house and order of Gryffindor Year: ~~Third Year~~ Three Years into a sustained prison sentence Much better. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.