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BanaBatGirl · 01-17-2021, 06:10 AM

SPOILER!!: Dahlia & reply :3

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Originally Posted by Kolyander <3

Had the small child knew what was going through Williamson's head as she looked up at him with big blue eyes, she most certainly would have confirmed his thoughts. That doe-eyed look definitely had to be a Donovan thing, not to mention the blue eyes they all seemed to have.

Oh! Lia hadn't expected to be invited inside and the small surprised smile on her lips showed as much. "Thank you." Stepping inside, she couldn't help but look around at the set up. It was much larger inside then it looked when she was standing on the other side of the door. Almost instantly the dog bed in the corner was spotted and her smile grew. "You have dog?" Where was he/she? Could she pet them? Puppy, where are you?!

A sandwich? The mention of food made her realize she hadn't had the biggest breakfast earlier and here it was nearly lunch time. "Yes, please," she nodded her head. No sense in going hungry.

The doe-eyed look was DEFINITELY a thing, and as a creature-caretaker, it also definitely worked on old Williamson.

He let out a groan as she mentioned the dog bed, as, well, the answer to her question was right there in front of them. April, the black-and-white cruppy, had found his unattended, half-made sandwich and was currently attacking it, all four paws on top of the table as she tugged it back and forth in her mouth like it was a chew toy, her little head shaking like she was telling her papa NO!

"APRIL SHOWERS WILLIAMSON!" he thundered, his words having ZERO impact on the rotten cruppy, who was acting like she was deaf. She, in fact, doubled down on her chewing, having the audacity to lay down and continue chewing and tearing at the sammy, little growls escaping her as bits of bread flew out the sides of her mouth. "THAT WAS MY SANDWICH, you little ROTTER!"

He lunged at the table, but April was faster. She dodged away from his grabby hands, rolling over with it still in her mouth. She noticed the little girl, now, and dropped the bread just long enough to let out an excited bark in her direction. NEWCOMER, NEWCOMER! she seemed to be warning. Then she grabbed the sandwich in her maw again and leaped off the table, racing off around the hut so her dad couldn't catch her.

Williamson made a fist, wanting to punch something, but also not wanting to lose his cool in front of the first year. Plus... he could just make another sandwich, he supposed. "She is TERRIBLE," he grunted, pointing out a chair to Dahlia. "Anyway, sit down if you'd like. IF you see April, don't give her attention. She's going through an absolutely rotten stage. Like a... like a toddler, or something." Hell if he knew; he didn't deal with kids until they were at least eleven.

Williamson busied himself then with getting out CLEAN knives and spoons, a few plates, and some FRESH bread that April hopefully hadn't sat on or otherwise spoiled in the few seconds he'd been at the door.

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The kids...these kids... heck, even Pierson's kid had something nice to say... WITH the gladiolis?!!?... Merlin, he couldn't handle their kindness! Williamson was getting choked up at all the sentiments being expressed. Between you and me and Ashley, he also wondered if this would be the only funeral they held this school year.

He made a small sound that sounded a lot like one of Ferret Bueller's squeak-cries and reached a hand out to lean slightly on the nearest student. He just needed support for a second, okay?! "Well said," he ~~sniffled~~ grunted. "All of ya... well... well..." He couldn't do it. His eyes were BURNING. Willy rubbed at his eyes with one mud-caked fist as though he were just scratching an itch, then remembered the mud on his hands just as he felt bits of it going into his eyeball (WHY oh WHY hadn't he WORN GLOVES?!), and he swore, loudly, a string of several inappropriate-for-kids-to-hear words under his breath.

Now he had to use a clean corner of his shirt to rub at his eyes, likely giving them a bit of view of his ~~hairy~~ ~~abs~~ gut. He. Was. A. Mess. Was he weeping for the loss of the jarvey, or the loss of their freedom as they set out on this sure-to-be-terrible school year? Who could say? There wasn't a legilimens among them. Alas, his eyes now red but free of mud, Williamson mumbled something that sounded like, "Any final words?" and leaned down to pick up the coffin (well, box, really). He slipped it gently into the ground and then scooped up a handful of dirt, gesturing for the kids to do the same. He held his handful over the grave, waiting for everyone to gather.

"To Mollywobbles."

01-17-2021, 06:10 AM	#18 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	y'all bout to make a GROWN MAN cry (which would, ahem, be good for him) Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB SPOILER!!: Dahlia & reply :3 Quote: Originally Posted by Kolyander <3 Had the small child knew what was going through Williamson's head as she looked up at him with big blue eyes, she most certainly would have confirmed his thoughts. That doe-eyed look definitely had to be a Donovan thing, not to mention the blue eyes they all seemed to have. Oh! Lia hadn't expected to be invited inside and the small surprised smile on her lips showed as much. "Thank you." Stepping inside, she couldn't help but look around at the set up. It was much larger inside then it looked when she was standing on the other side of the door. Almost instantly the dog bed in the corner was spotted and her smile grew. "You have dog?" Where was he/she? Could she pet them? Puppy, where are you?! A sandwich? The mention of food made her realize she hadn't had the biggest breakfast earlier and here it was nearly lunch time. "Yes, please," she nodded her head. No sense in going hungry. The doe-eyed look was DEFINITELY a thing, and as a creature-caretaker, it also definitely worked on old Williamson. He let out a groan as she mentioned the dog bed, as, well, the answer to her question was right there in front of them. April, the black-and-white cruppy, had found his unattended, half-made sandwich and was currently attacking it, all four paws on top of the table as she tugged it back and forth in her mouth like it was a chew toy, her little head shaking like she was telling her papa NO! *"APRIL SHOWERS* WILLIAMSON!" he thundered, his words having ZERO impact on the rotten cruppy, who was acting like she was deaf. She, in fact, doubled down on her chewing, having the audacity to lay down and continue chewing and tearing at the sammy, little growls escaping her as bits of bread flew out the sides of her mouth. "THAT WAS MY SANDWICH, you little ROTTER!"** He lunged at the table, but April was faster. She dodged away from his grabby hands, rolling over with it still in her mouth. She noticed the little girl, now, and dropped the bread just long enough to let out an excited bark in her direction. NEWCOMER, NEWCOMER! she seemed to be warning. Then she grabbed the sandwich in her maw again and leaped off the table, racing off around the hut so her dad couldn't catch her. Williamson made a fist, wanting to punch something, but also not wanting to lose his cool in front of the first year. Plus... he could just make another sandwich, he supposed. "She is TERRIBLE," he grunted, pointing out a chair to Dahlia. "Anyway, sit down if you'd like. IF you see April, don't give her attention. She's going through an absolutely rotten stage. Like a... like a toddler, or something." Hell if he knew; he didn't deal with kids until they were at least eleven. Williamson busied himself then with getting out CLEAN knives and spoons, a few plates, and some FRESH bread that April hopefully hadn't sat on or otherwise spoiled in the few seconds he'd been at the door. __________________ The kids...these kids... heck, even Pierson's kid had something nice to say... WITH the gladiolis?!!?... Merlin, he couldn't handle their kindness! Williamson was getting choked up at all the sentiments being expressed. Between you and me and Ashley, he also wondered if this would be the only funeral they held this school year. He made a small sound that sounded a lot like one of Ferret Bueller's squeak-cries and reached a hand out to lean slightly on the nearest student. He just needed support for a second, okay?! "Well said," he ~~sniffled~~ grunted. "All of ya... well... well..." He couldn't do it. His eyes were BURNING. Willy rubbed at his eyes with one mud-caked fist as though he were just scratching an itch, then remembered the mud on his hands just as he felt bits of it going into his eyeball (WHY oh WHY hadn't he WORN GLOVES?!), and he swore, loudly, a string of several inappropriate-for-kids-to-hear words under his breath. Now he had to use a clean corner of his shirt to rub at his eyes, likely giving them a bit of view of his ~~hairy~~ ~~abs~~ gut. He. Was. A. Mess. Was he weeping for the loss of the jarvey, or the loss of their freedom as they set out on this sure-to-be-terrible school year? Who could say? There wasn't a legilimens among them. Alas, his eyes now red but free of mud, Williamson mumbled something that sounded like, "Any final words?" and leaned down to pick up the coffin (well, box, really). He slipped it gently into the ground and then scooped up a handful of dirt, gesturing for the kids to do the same. He held his handful over the grave, waiting for everyone to gather. "To Mollywobbles." __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind