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oh its Erik ok · 05-16-2021, 02:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Margaret was not hiding. Well, maybe a little, hiding from an essay she was supposed to write. They had magic. Couldn't the essay write itself? Self-writing parchment, surely that was a thing? She'd have to ask someone with older siblings. Surely she could get through all of Hogwarts without writing another essay. They had magic! Why did they need essays?

She had her wand and a small bag of feathers she'd collected from Vendetta, that she was going to use for some charms practice, and she was going to the treehouse because being off the ground was the next best thing to flying.

She climbed up the rope ladder, obviously, because it was good exercise and someday she might need to use that upper body strength for a weird Quidditch maneuver. Like...hanging from the broom and kicking the Quaffle into the hoop, or something. Wasn't there a maneuver called that? She'd have to check Quidditch through the Ages out from the library to remember. Or, she supposed she could ask the new flying instructor, or maybe even one of those older students who played on the Under-17 team. Yeah, she'd ask them. Anything to avoid a book.

She almost didn't notice the Ravenclaw in the rocking chair. She startled as she was trying to fully right herself after reaching the platform. Climbing a rope ladder took a lot of brain juice, so she was fully distracted and couldn't remember her yearmate's name. "Yaaa! Hi Edith!"

Amabel had to agree it would be pretty nice to have some sort of magic quill that would write the essays for you since she rather just not write them at all. Just thinking about them made her gag. The treehouse did make an excellent place to practice charms just well as long as you didn't mind people watching or random stuff happening or even worse people snogging up here. Anyway, Amabel was just drawing whatever she could see down on the grounds from her vantage point, and at this particular moment, it was really nothing amazing. Just some lads playing some football which was surprisingly normal consider the school they were at.

??????

who was Edith..??? Amabel looks around for anyone next to her and still no Edith's.

"Who???"

05-16-2021, 02:34 PM	#13 (permalink)
oh its Erik ok DERP & DMAC Augurey Join Date: Feb 2012 Location: Eorzea Posts: 11,715 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amatheia Barrington Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry RPG Name: Alexander Brian Pappadeaux x2 x7	Treat Yo Self \| +2 \| Enabler \| Nerd \| Blink Quote: Originally Posted by Waddles Margaret was not hiding. Well, maybe a little, hiding from an essay she was supposed to write. They had magic. Couldn't the essay write itself? Self-writing parchment, surely that was a thing? She'd have to ask someone with older siblings. Surely she could get through all of Hogwarts without writing another essay. They had magic! Why did they need essays? She had her wand and a small bag of feathers she'd collected from Vendetta, that she was going to use for some charms practice, and she was going to the treehouse because being off the ground was the next best thing to flying. She climbed up the rope ladder, obviously, because it was good exercise and someday she might need to use that upper body strength for a weird Quidditch maneuver. Like...hanging from the broom and kicking the Quaffle into the hoop, or something. Wasn't there a maneuver called that? She'd have to check Quidditch through the Ages out from the library to remember. Or, she supposed she could ask the new flying instructor, or maybe even one of those older students who played on the Under-17 team. Yeah, she'd ask them. Anything to avoid a book. She almost didn't notice the Ravenclaw in the rocking chair. She startled as she was trying to fully right herself after reaching the platform. Climbing a rope ladder took a lot of brain juice, so she was fully distracted and couldn't remember her yearmate's name. "Yaaa! Hi Edith!" Amabel had to agree it would be pretty nice to have some sort of magic quill that would write the essays for you since she rather just not write them at all. Just thinking about them made her gag. The treehouse did make an excellent place to practice charms just well as long as you didn't mind people watching or random stuff happening or even worse people snogging up here. Anyway, Amabel was just drawing whatever she could see down on the grounds from her vantage point, and at this particular moment, it was really nothing amazing. Just some lads playing some football which was surprisingly normal consider the school they were at. ?????? who was Edith..??? Amabel looks around for anyone next to her and still no Edith's. "Who???" __________________ -------------------------------------Be a pineapple: Stand tall,-----------------------------------------wear a crown, and be sweet on the inside.