10-03-2016, 04:13 AM
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 MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12
| Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese Quote:
Originally Posted by Marion Burbage Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost 14. Oh well wasn't that lovely? " Alright my dear...let us look at this chart here..." Marion chirped as she floated a bit closer to the young Gryffindor and extended her finger towards one of the lists. " Look at number 36 on this list, dear. 13.820 light years away...now THAT seems to fit the bill now doesn't it?"
Oh ho ho ho and part of the constellation Ophiuchus!
And yes, another warm smile to you, Azura. Thank you, darling. OOC: no more than 24 hours left, my dears, to get in your star viewing posts. Olivia was giving Professor Burbage her undivided attention, which was VERY difficult given that she really wanted a chocolate chip cookie, and maybe a spot of that wonderful Gryffindor tea Professor Newton had created. Gryffindors and food, you know. They just went hand in hand.... Like peanut butter and jelly.
Man, she was hungry.... which was probably more than obvious, given the way her stomach was screaming. Screaming.... growling? Same thing. It was being LOUD. "Thank you for helping me." It was simply polite to say as much, and Liv toted her telescope back over to the tower window afterward; trying to track down her very own birthday star. Professor Burbage had suggested number 36 on the star chart... named Wolf 1061. Huh, WOLF. Like... haha, when she used to be in the Wolfpack. The ONLY girl, which was the highest of the esteemed honors, mind. But no thinking about that right now. It only made her sad how far she'd fallen out with her closest friend.
Was that it? Peering through her telescope, Liv thought it might've been...
Huh. It was so hard to say. UGH. THIS WAS A HARD FLIPPING SUBJECT. How did you know if you were looking at the RIGHT star. There were literally MILLIONS...
Eh.... Filling out her parchment with facts she'd gotten from the textbook, she trekked back towards her desk, dropping the parchment for Professor Burbage.... Actually, how the heck did ghosts grade papers? Did they get assistance from other professors? Student leaders? It was a stray thought, but one that would plague the blonde well into the next lesson block.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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