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emjay · 10-08-2016, 02:55 AM

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Originally Posted by Quirly

Laundry is dones. Quirly folds all puffs clotheses. Quirly delivers clothesese. Quirly is a goods elf. Does all her choreses for the day. No Sleeps for elves till all chorses are done.

Quirly sees masters. After Quirly puts aways the clotheses. Quirly sees if Masteres needs things.

"dos Masteres needs anythings?" Quirly moves closer tp the masteres ans bows.

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Originally Posted by MuggleDinosaur

That made more sense. "My cat acts like kneazle sometimes." But his cat still looked like a cat. "That would be really awesome if he made a new friend." Or did his cat really act like a dog? Same thing really? Yeah, course it is. "Writing the music comes easier to me than the words." He knew what he wanted the lyrics o be about but he didn't know what words he wanted to put in it exactly. Brady shrugged at him. "I just started to write my own music over the summer before it was mostly just me strumming my guitar here and there whenever a tun would pop into my head." That actually happened a lot, even before he started writing his own music.

Brady looked away from Henry and towards Quirly. He smiled at the house elf. "Do you know how to write a song? Like with lyrics and stuff? I've the sound down but no lyrics?" Was that wrong to ask the house elf? Maybe he could help them find Henry's kneazle. Maybe his mother would let him get a kneazle? He should ask for one for Christmas.

Henry wasn't completely sure what Brady meant by his cat acting like a kneazle. They weren't all that much different to the fourth year and he would expect them to act similarly anyway, but he simply nodded at the other boy. "You never know," he grinned about their pets' potential for making friends. Animals were funny that way.

"Well, I think that's pretty interesting," he nodded. "I like listening to music, but I don't play it. And I'm sure I couldn't write it. I think that takes some talent." Of course, he had talent for other things and wasn't too bothered by it.

Henry's attention was momentarily diverted by the appearance of an elf and he watched as the creature put some clothes away in the third year boys dorm. Huh. That might be interesting, but he didn't know if elves wrote music. Shrugging to himself, he asked, "Have you seen a kneazle around on your way in here? Mine seems to have wandered off.."

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emjay Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,281 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by Quirly Laundry is dones. Quirly folds all puffs clotheses. Quirly delivers clothesese. Quirly is a goods elf. Does all her choreses for the day. No Sleeps for elves till all chorses are done. Quirly sees masters. After Quirly puts aways the clotheses. Quirly sees if Masteres needs things. "dos Masteres needs anythings?" Quirly moves closer tp the masteres ans bows. Quote: Originally Posted by MuggleDinosaur That made more sense. "My cat acts like kneazle sometimes." But his cat still looked like a cat. "That would be really awesome if he made a new friend." Or did his cat really act like a dog? Same thing really? Yeah, course it is. "Writing the music comes easier to me than the words." He knew what he wanted the lyrics o be about but he didn't know what words he wanted to put in it exactly. Brady shrugged at him. "I just started to write my own music over the summer before it was mostly just me strumming my guitar here and there whenever a tun would pop into my head." That actually happened a lot, even before he started writing his own music. Brady looked away from Henry and towards Quirly. He smiled at the house elf. "Do you know how to write a song? Like with lyrics and stuff? I've the sound down but no lyrics?" Was that wrong to ask the house elf? Maybe he could help them find Henry's kneazle. Maybe his mother would let him get a kneazle? He should ask for one for Christmas. Henry wasn't completely sure what Brady meant by his cat acting like a kneazle. They weren't all that much different to the fourth year and he would expect them to act similarly anyway, but he simply nodded at the other boy. "You never know," he grinned about their pets' potential for making friends. Animals were funny that way. "Well, I think that's pretty interesting," he nodded. "I like listening to music, but I don't play it. And I'm sure I couldn't write it. I think that takes some talent." Of course, he had talent for other things and wasn't too bothered by it. Henry's attention was momentarily diverted by the appearance of an elf and he watched as the creature put some clothes away in the third year boys dorm. Huh. That might be interesting, but he didn't know if elves wrote music. Shrugging to himself, he asked, "Have you seen a kneazle around on your way in here? Mine seems to have wandered off.." __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line