08-23-2008, 10:33 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year | Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote:
Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven Constantino quickly averted his eyes. A member of the opposite sex! As if boys weren't bad enough. . . He suddenly didn't know what to do with his hands. His lips had turned to jelly. "Uh--I--um. . . Ja. . ." Con put his hands in his pockets, then under his armpits, then on his hips. Look natural! "You don't have to move. . . it's a-- it's a big wall."
The girl looked almost as awkward as he felt. For some reason, this calmed the odd boy somewhat. Struck with ingenuity, Con suddenly reached down and gathered the remains of her sandwich. He pieced it back together the best he could and slowly plucked a large bit of straw from the cheese. "Here," he offered, holding it out to her on the palm of his hand. It was an act of friendship. If only he had remembered to introduce himself. Juniper blinked at the boy. He looked nervous. She could only think of one reason why anyone would look nervous at a party, but it was a highly improbable reason. Surely no other student could possibly be as cautious of being eaten as she was. Well, at least she didn’t have to move. The boy was right. It was a big wall, and if she had had to move, it would’ve been quite difficult for Juniper to find another spot to hide stay out of the way.
“Er, big wall? Well… erm.. right.” Juniper ducked her head. The only optimistic observation she had made so far was that this boy was most definitely not a cannibal. He was too stuttery. Her eyes did widen again, however, when the boy picked up her sandwich. That was a friendly thing to do, even if the sandwich was mussed from the floor.
“Thanks!” Juniper, amazingly, grinned at the boy as she took her sandwich from the boy. “Er… I’m Juniper.” That was how to introduce yourself, right? Say your name? It had been so long since Juniper had successfully met someone, without tripping over the person, that she had nearly forgotten how to do so. “Who-who’re you?” |
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