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Crayola · 01-06-2017, 09:55 PM

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Originally Posted by ChanceCoeur

With the sun shining and the weather so bright and sunny, Noelle was not staying inside. She had a free period, and she planned on studying. The OWLs were this year and she couldn't take any risks in falling behind. Her schedule was once again packed. She managed to separate times for herself though. But everything was scheduled. If only she was one of those super smart kids that seemed to barely put in any effort. That would be the life.

Instead, Noelle was perched in the pear tree, away from distractions and mouthy first years. Her nose in her Transfiguration book. She heard a voice scattering some of the first years away and looked through the tangled tree branches to look down. Then she saw her. Daisy.

Noelle's mouth turned into a quick grin at the sight of her friend. She closed her book, and stuffed it in her extendable book sack that was perched on another branch. She scurried down the tree and dropped right now in front of her. "You're here!!" She exclaimed with a grin. Her eyes shining with excitement. Of course she was here though. The school had started back. But Noelle meant... Here The peach tree.

Now, which pear would she choose? Some seemed too green still and others definitely looked waayy too ripe. It was the problem with picking fresh fruit, she supposed, and scrunching up her nose, Daisy turned on the spot looking at the branches of the tree.

Oh, she had found it! It looked just perfect and stretching until she was stood on her toes, the Slytherin's hand wrapped around the fruit and plucked it from the tree.

That was when she almost died of fright.

Something heavy landed and solid landed infront of her and the fifteen year old assumed an attacking position, peer held high ready to throw at whatever was attacking her.

Oh. It was a Gryffindor. Of course.

"Oh, Christmas is here! Well, French Christmas anyway. Get it? Christmas in French is Noel? Yeah, Daisy thought she was funny. She smiled at her friend and finally assumed a nornal stance, taking a bite from her peer. Thank Merlin it hadn't been necessary to use it as a weapon. What had the Gryffindor been doing up there? Her Mum was right, Gryffindors were weird. Did you develop a liking for tree climbing during the summer, Noelle?

Had she alwaysbeen this way?

01-06-2017, 09:55 PM	#11 (permalink)
Crayola DMAC Occamy Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland Posts: 63,103 Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year x2	Mrs. Alex Turner asterisks user Secret Door Quote: Originally Posted by ChanceCoeur With the sun shining and the weather so bright and sunny, Noelle was not staying inside. She had a free period, and she planned on studying. The OWLs were this year and she couldn't take any risks in falling behind. Her schedule was once again packed. She managed to separate times for herself though. But everything was scheduled. If only she was one of those super smart kids that seemed to barely put in any effort. That would be the life. Instead, Noelle was perched in the pear tree, away from distractions and mouthy first years. Her nose in her Transfiguration book. She heard a voice scattering some of the first years away and looked through the tangled tree branches to look down. Then she saw her. Daisy. Noelle's mouth turned into a quick grin at the sight of her friend. She closed her book, and stuffed it in her extendable book sack that was perched on another branch. She scurried down the tree and dropped right now in front of her. "You're here!!" She exclaimed with a grin. Her eyes shining with excitement. Of course she was here though. The school had started back. But Noelle meant... Here The peach tree. Now, which pear would she choose? Some seemed too green still and others definitely looked waayy too ripe. It was the problem with picking fresh fruit, she supposed, and scrunching up her nose, Daisy turned on the spot looking at the branches of the tree. Oh, she had found it! It looked just perfect and stretching until she was stood on her toes, the Slytherin's hand wrapped around the fruit and plucked it from the tree. That was when she almost died of fright. Something heavy landed and solid landed infront of her and the fifteen year old assumed an attacking position, peer held high ready to throw at whatever was attacking her. Oh. It was a Gryffindor. Of course. "Oh, Christmas is here! Well, French Christmas anyway. Get it? Christmas in French is Noel? Yeah, Daisy thought she was funny. She smiled at her friend and finally assumed a nornal stance, taking a bite from her peer. Thank Merlin it hadn't been necessary to use it as a weapon. What had the Gryffindor been doing up there? Her Mum was right, Gryffindors were weird. Did you develop a liking for tree climbing during the summer, Noelle? Had she alwaysbeen this way? __________________