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emjay · 01-13-2022, 04:27 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

He had gotten a bit of a late start on the day, starting with oversleeping and then eating a bit too much at breakfast and then finding it absolutely impossible to commit to his NEWT revision. Even sorting through his photos or developing a roll of film had not quite been able to capture his focus, and thus Cooper was resorting to his back up of back ups: a jog. Sporting one of dad's old Wigtown Wanderers tracksuits, quite pleased that he could fit into it now despite having no ambition for a professional quidditch career like the former chaser, Cooper was just turning the bend to make his way to the climbing tree to latch on to his favorite branch for a couple sets of pull ups when he spotted none other than Celyn perched like a little goldfinch.

Slowing his jog to a brisk walk, Cooper gave a little bird-like whistle (he was entirely too rusty and out of practice with this sort of thing as his interests shifted over the years) but hopefully it was still recognizable. He was much better at mimicking the sounds of abraxan these days.

Pacify the Whomping Willow and use its secret passage. That was a thing that Celyn heard about and she wanted to see if it actually worked. She added it to the list. It seemed a little dangerous, but she could take the necessary precautions and...

....was that a little bird singing to her? The seventh year paused in her writing and looked up and around the branches surrounding her. She didn't see anyone, but perhaps if she answered back. Celyn pursed her lips and let out a similar whistle, mimicking the bird she thought she heard.

And then paused. And looked again. This time she happened to catch sight of Cooper. "Oh, Cooper! Hi!" she greeted him with a bright smile as she peered down through the leaves, her leg tightly gripping the limb so she wouldn't fall as she angled herself to see him. "What are you up to?"

01-13-2022, 04:27 PM	#24 (permalink)
emjay Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,281 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie He had gotten a bit of a late start on the day, starting with oversleeping and then eating a bit too much at breakfast and then finding it absolutely impossible to commit to his NEWT revision. Even sorting through his photos or developing a roll of film had not quite been able to capture his focus, and thus Cooper was resorting to his back up of back ups: a jog. Sporting one of dad's old Wigtown Wanderers tracksuits, quite pleased that he could fit into it now despite having no ambition for a professional quidditch career like the former chaser, Cooper was just turning the bend to make his way to the climbing tree to latch on to his favorite branch for a couple sets of pull ups when he spotted none other than Celyn perched like a little goldfinch. Slowing his jog to a brisk walk, Cooper gave a little bird-like whistle (he was entirely too rusty and out of practice with this sort of thing as his interests shifted over the years) but hopefully it was still recognizable. He was much better at mimicking the sounds of abraxan these days. Pacify the Whomping Willow and use its secret passage. That was a thing that Celyn heard about and she wanted to see if it actually worked. She added it to the list. It seemed a little dangerous, but she could take the necessary precautions and... ....was that a little bird singing to her? The seventh year paused in her writing and looked up and around the branches surrounding her. She didn't see anyone, but perhaps if she answered back. Celyn pursed her lips and let out a similar whistle, mimicking the bird she thought she heard. And then paused. And looked again. This time she happened to catch sight of Cooper. "Oh, Cooper! Hi!" she greeted him with a bright smile as she peered down through the leaves, her leg tightly gripping the limb so she wouldn't fall as she angled herself to see him. "What are you up to?" __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line