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aRogueOne · 07-18-2021, 11:19 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

The slugs were important. They were so important. But now they're just dead.

All thanks to Kinsay Cassandra James of Gryffindor House, the First of Her Name, Queen of Disaster, Lady of Great Incessantry and Protector of No One, Bringer of Chaos, and Murderer of Slugs.

"But maybe they did!" She protested loudly. If they had sister slugs or brother slugs or baby slugs, their slug families were now orphaned. And though Kiz didn't know a lot about slugs either, she was so sure that they were capable of being sad. So very sure. Ingrid wasn't understanding. She wasn't. She wasn't at all.

Kins sniffled a little bit as she tried to reach a calm. "Pumpkin patch is good. I hope they're not allergic." Not that it would really matter now, but she wanted to be considerate of all things. Lowering herself back onto her knees, Kinsay began reaching for all the slugs ... and slug bits, lifting the end of her shirt a little bit to make a makeshift carrier and doing her best to avoid the broken glass. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," she looked back up at Ingrid and offered her an apologetic look. Ingrid probably had better things to do than bury slugs by a pumpkin patch. Though she couldn't really imagine that this was what anyone would want to do with their spare time and didn't need to ruin Ingrid's day too. Kiz had, clearly, already ruined enough.

Judging by the utter devastation on Kinsay’s face, these slugs seemed to represent more than they actually were because well, they were slugs. But trying to be the best friend that she could be, she simply nodded and did her best understanding face.

“I mean maybe. I guess. Yeah. Who knows? Maybe we can transfigure you into one and you could fine out?” she offered, half as a joke and also half curious to see if they could do it and also to find out if slugs indeed did have families and a life and all that.

“Okay. Pumpkin patch it is. Honestly, if anything, I think it’ll attract more slugs and they’ll end up eating the pumpkins so I guess in a way, you’re giving back to the slug community Kins.” That was how it worked, right? Some creatures tended to go towards the dead bodies of their kind or something like that. “I don’t mind,” she smiled back, not bothered in the slightest. “I was only going to go draw or something. I can do it another time. Besides, you need someone to support you in these uh, sad, sad times.”

Patting her gingerly on the shoulder, she eyed her one last time to see if she herself had been hurt or if any glass had got stuck in her skin or clothes and then straightened up. “Do you want me to clean up this mess?”

07-18-2021, 11:19 PM	#9 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,432 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ingrid Starling "Birdie" Luck Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Hooper Ridley-Rush Gryffindor Third Year Ministry RPG Name: Jude Joel MacAfee Law Enforcement	Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack The slugs were important. They were so important. But now they're just dead. All thanks to Kinsay Cassandra James of Gryffindor House, the First of Her Name, Queen of Disaster, Lady of Great Incessantry and Protector of No One, Bringer of Chaos, and Murderer of Slugs. "But maybe they did!" She protested loudly. If they had sister slugs or brother slugs or baby slugs, their slug families were now orphaned. And though Kiz didn't know a lot about slugs either, she was so sure that they were capable of being sad. So very sure. Ingrid wasn't understanding. She wasn't. She wasn't at all. Kins sniffled a little bit as she tried to reach a calm. "Pumpkin patch is good. I hope they're not allergic." Not that it would really matter now, but she wanted to be considerate of all things. Lowering herself back onto her knees, Kinsay began reaching for all the slugs ... and slug bits, lifting the end of her shirt a little bit to make a makeshift carrier and doing her best to avoid the broken glass. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," she looked back up at Ingrid and offered her an apologetic look. Ingrid probably had better things to do than bury slugs by a pumpkin patch. Though she couldn't really imagine that this was what anyone would want to do with their spare time and didn't need to ruin Ingrid's day too. Kiz had, clearly, already ruined enough. Judging by the utter devastation on Kinsay’s face, these slugs seemed to represent more than they actually were because well, they were slugs. But trying to be the best friend that she could be, she simply nodded and did her best understanding face. “I mean maybe. I guess. Yeah. Who knows? Maybe we can transfigure you into one and you could fine out?” she offered, half as a joke and also half curious to see if they could do it and also to find out if slugs indeed did have families and a life and all that. “Okay. Pumpkin patch it is. Honestly, if anything, I think it’ll attract more slugs and they’ll end up eating the pumpkins so I guess in a way, you’re giving back to the slug community Kins.” That was how it worked, right? Some creatures tended to go towards the dead bodies of their kind or something like that. “I don’t mind,” she smiled back, not bothered in the slightest. “I was only going to go draw or something. I can do it another time. Besides, you need someone to support you in these uh, sad, sad times.” Patting her gingerly on the shoulder, she eyed her one last time to see if she herself had been hurt or if any glass had got stuck in her skin or clothes and then straightened up. “Do you want me to clean up this mess?”