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2Queen · 12-17-2016, 09:47 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

"I don't mind at all. Got nothing else doing 'til my mum and sister get done over at Primpernelles." As it happened, Blaise Bellaire was not the type to necessarily sit around eating ice-cream alone. There were exceptions, of course, like when he got into people watching and dictating their lives for his quill to embellish. There looked to be some interesting people out in the courtyard but this seat suited him just fine.

"I don't think I ever find anything interesting about school shopping." The 15 year old's off-handed comment was punctuated by the ice-cream that was promptly popped into his mouth. "I mean, back in my first year sure but now...it's just the same old same old." Getting books he had no intention of using because of classes he had every intention of skipping; getting fitted with new robes for a school he never wanted to go back to; getting potions and stationery equipment that he had no interest in using.

"Won't get any real shopping done 'til I come back with my cousin." A typical sight really. Being in the same house, year and dorm as Bentley, they were usually seen together. "We'll likely hit the joke shop and I wanna try talking him into getting fake tattoos. Mum will flip but it'll be cool til then."

"A fake tattoo?" Bell asked, raising an eyebrow, curious about it. She'd thought about talking her father through the need of a tattoo on her wrist. "I'd like to get a permanent one...on my inner wrist," she continued, as she raised her pale-white hand and showed the inner side of it. Isabel was so pale you could even notice her green veins. "I wanted something small, green, a tribal that only meant something to me..." She'd thought about having a tear drop within a tear drop, but green? She'd fallen in love with green ever since she was a little girl.

"How about you? Where would you get that fake tattoo?" she emphasized her word fake. It would be nice talking Blaise into getting a perm tattoo with her, maybe his cousin would get one too, a nice discount. She grabbed from the wooden stand a napkin, and tore a small piece of the corner and placed it in between her fingers, making a round ball. Placing the piece of paper in between her thumb and index finger she catapulted the napkin at Blaise. It hit him in his right eye. Isabel laughed. "I'm sorry, I usually can't seem to keep my hands entertained for too long!" Isabel grinned at Blaise. She felt comfortable around him, enough to be silly and such.

12-17-2016, 09:47 PM	#90 (permalink)
2Queen Lobalug Join Date: Dec 2016 Location: South America Posts: 172 Hogwarts RPG Name: Isabel Cummings Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo "I don't mind at all. Got nothing else doing 'til my mum and sister get done over at Primpernelles." As it happened, Blaise Bellaire was not the type to necessarily sit around eating ice-cream alone. There were exceptions, of course, like when he got into people watching and dictating their lives for his quill to embellish. There looked to be some interesting people out in the courtyard but this seat suited him just fine. "I don't think I ever find anything interesting about school shopping." The 15 year old's off-handed comment was punctuated by the ice-cream that was promptly popped into his mouth. "I mean, back in my first year sure but now...it's just the same old same old." Getting books he had no intention of using because of classes he had every intention of skipping; getting fitted with new robes for a school he never wanted to go back to; getting potions and stationery equipment that he had no interest in using. "Won't get any real shopping done 'til I come back with my cousin." A typical sight really. Being in the same house, year and dorm as Bentley, they were usually seen together. "We'll likely hit the joke shop and I wanna try talking him into getting fake tattoos. Mum will flip but it'll be cool til then." "A fake tattoo?" Bell asked, raising an eyebrow, curious about it. She'd thought about talking her father through the need of a tattoo on her wrist. "I'd like to get a permanent one...on my inner wrist," she continued, as she raised her pale-white hand and showed the inner side of it. Isabel was so pale you could even notice her green veins. "I wanted something small, green, a tribal that only meant something to me..." She'd thought about having a tear drop within a tear drop, but green? She'd fallen in love with green ever since she was a little girl. "How about you? Where would you get that fake tattoo?" she emphasized her word fake. It would be nice talking Blaise into getting a perm tattoo with her, maybe his cousin would get one too, a nice discount. She grabbed from the wooden stand a napkin, and tore a small piece of the corner and placed it in between her fingers, making a round ball. Placing the piece of paper in between her thumb and index finger she catapulted the napkin at Blaise. It hit him in his right eye. Isabel laughed. "I'm sorry, I usually can't seem to keep my hands entertained for too long!" Isabel grinned at Blaise. She felt comfortable around him, enough to be silly and such.