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Fireheart · 02-07-2021, 05:19 PM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Aboli tried the door to the spare office and peeked her head inside to make sure it was completely empty. So residual younger student energy in here even with that faint pineapple smell. It was pleasant, but Aboli didn't care what the room smelled like currently.

She kept the door propped open as she sat on the old rug, crossed-legged, facing the remnants of the fireplace. She twirled her wand in her fingers, her feaux dragonhide gloves better for practicing wandwork. Avalon would be joining her shortly, and she was glad to have a chance to catch up with the other former prefect. Well, prefect. Aboli hardly used the word former these days. There was zero importance of titles, anyway.

Why did it seem like she was sneaking around everywhere these days? Avalon even felt like she was breaking the rules when she was walking to the bathroom. With the Neo-Alliance around every corner, it was starting to feel like even the most permissible of tasks were against the rules. Wand in hand, she made her way down the corridor to the spare office, trying to keep her footsteps light.

She peeked inside hesitantly, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of Aboli, who was already there. "Hey," she greeted, slightly out of breath from her hurried steps. The Ravenclaw closed the door behind her. She sniffed the air skeptically before breaking out into a bit of laughter at the whole thing. "Why does it smell like pineapple in here?"

02-07-2021, 05:19 PM	#13 (permalink)
Fireheart DMT & DMLE Firecrab Join Date: Mar 2019 Location: Naboo Posts: 774 Hogwarts RPG Name: Avalon Sinclair Graduated Ministry RPG Name: Japser Cohen Magical Creatures	Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz Aboli tried the door to the spare office and peeked her head inside to make sure it was completely empty. So residual younger student energy in here even with that faint pineapple smell. It was pleasant, but Aboli didn't care what the room smelled like currently. She kept the door propped open as she sat on the old rug, crossed-legged, facing the remnants of the fireplace. She twirled her wand in her fingers, her feaux dragonhide gloves better for practicing wandwork. Avalon would be joining her shortly, and she was glad to have a chance to catch up with the other former prefect. Well, prefect. Aboli hardly used the word former these days. There was zero importance of titles, anyway. Why did it seem like she was sneaking around everywhere these days? Avalon even felt like she was breaking the rules when she was walking to the bathroom. With the Neo-Alliance around every corner, it was starting to feel like even the most permissible of tasks were against the rules. Wand in hand, she made her way down the corridor to the spare office, trying to keep her footsteps light. She peeked inside hesitantly, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of Aboli, who was already there. "Hey," she greeted, slightly out of breath from her hurried steps. The Ravenclaw closed the door behind her. She sniffed the air skeptically before breaking out into a bit of laughter at the whole thing. "Why does it smell like pineapple in here?"