12-18-2017, 04:32 PM
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 DoM Veela
Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year
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Originally Posted by Bazinga She was a cutie, did she know? Zita smiled as the girl seemed nervous. There was nothing to feel nervous about, but Zita couldn't help but feel maybe her outfit or makeup was the reason. It had been on point today. Summer was good to her.
Get something that didn't mess the clothes up, this girl was smart. Zita glanced again at the topping. "Good point, though sometimes the best stuff is worth the risk of slopping and that is why I carry this that my mom charmed." She pulled the little pen looking thing out of her purse. "Just rub it on a stain and it's gone." Best thing ever! "Well so far I have cookie dough and Oreos, but I'm looking at the gummy bears and possibly some fruit, but I'm not sure." There was just so much to pick from. "What flavor ice cream do you want? That will be the kicker on what toppings to get, because if you get something crazy for the ice cream and then load it with the wrong toppings it's going to make you regret your choices." No one wanted to do that. "My name is Zita by the way, what's yours?" Those were a lot of words, more than Nerissa was expecting, but then she had an inkling that people would continue to surprise her. It wasn't like she had enough experience, after all; perhaps this was how things were supposed to go. She linked both of her hands together in front of her, watched as the girl procurred a--pen? She blinked, slowly, curiousity glinting in her eyes as she leaned forward to have a better look.
She supposed that she shouldn't have thought, it's almost like magic. Plainly, it was magic. Just like she was. Just like--Zita was, too. "Do you know where I could get one of those?"
It would be life-changing. Not that Nerissa was supposed to buy things that were not part of her school supplies list. But neither was ice cream, and though it made her feel a little guilty, it wasn't enough to dissuade her of either. And what her parents could have now knowledge of, could not affect them--or her. And so. She glanced at the options for ice cream, reasoning that Zita was right. "pistachio, I think." She'd never had it, not that she'd had a lot of ice cream to begin with, of course. But her options were always chocolate or vanilla; ridiculous. "Mama says I look good in green, after all." This was not said as a brag, but as a fact, and one that Nerissa herself wasn't very sure she agreed with. But mama had presumably good style, and it was best to trust her with these things. "Do gummy bears go well with pistachio, do you think? Or marshmallows?"
Oh, she was meant to supply a name, too, of course. "Nerissa." She smiled, and after a pause, extended her hand the way she'd seen papa do before. "Please to make your acquaintance."
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