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Simple_Spells · 01-19-2009, 07:09 PM

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Originally Posted by coolgirl97

"I have some, thanks." she gestured to her plate which was still somewhat full and smiled. After crying about-that- that was quite a feat.
"You're third year too, right?" she asked him. She thought he was, she remembered his sorting. Possibly. Oh, well. She waited for him to answer and looked at the Griffindor table for Lizzie, Chris, and especially Marcus. She thought she saw Lizzie and Chris but she wasn't sure. Marcus was nowhere in sight. She hoped he was okay.
She touched the bottom of her hair, the part resting on her shoulders, absentmindedly. She moved it behind her ear. "I go by Hannah by the way." Who would want to go by Hannah Leigh all the time? It was tiring.

Casper shrugged. If she didn't want it, there was more for him, right? He moved to put the bread back onto his plate and accidentally dropped it down his voluptuous sleeve. It rolled down his arm, past his armpit, and out onto his lap, between his legs, and under the table. "Rats," Casper grumbled. That couldn't be lucky.

"Hannah? Alright, I suppose, but what if you were to twist it..." Casper paused for a second to ponder the possibilities. "You've got three first names! You could pick a different name to use every day. You can be Hannah today and be yourself, but then you're Leigh tomorrow and Leigh is this absolute troll with grass growing between her toes and one eye and knotted hair. That should be fun to pretend. And THEN best of all the NEXT day you could be James. And James is a boy of course so you could be dashing and charming and have all the girls chase after you and run superfast and not worry about closing your legs in skirts all the time."

And of course by now Casper's imagination was off and running. His fingers itched for a quill and some sort of parchment just so he could draw this transformation of character to character to character.

01-19-2009, 07:09 PM	#151 (permalink)
Simple_Spells Chizpurfle Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: she's in looooove :) Posts: 10,892 Hogwarts RPG Name: Casper Scouten Fourth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by coolgirl97 "I have some, thanks." she gestured to her plate which was still somewhat full and smiled. After crying about-that- that was quite a feat. "You're third year too, right?" she asked him. She thought he was, she remembered his sorting. Possibly. Oh, well. She waited for him to answer and looked at the Griffindor table for Lizzie, Chris, and especially Marcus. She thought she saw Lizzie and Chris but she wasn't sure. Marcus was nowhere in sight. She hoped he was okay. She touched the bottom of her hair, the part resting on her shoulders, absentmindedly. She moved it behind her ear. "I go by Hannah by the way." Who would want to go by Hannah Leigh all the time? It was tiring. Casper shrugged. If she didn't want it, there was more for him, right? He moved to put the bread back onto his plate and accidentally dropped it down his voluptuous sleeve. It rolled down his arm, past his armpit, and out onto his lap, between his legs, and under the table. "Rats," Casper grumbled. That couldn't be lucky. "Hannah? Alright, I suppose, but what if you were to twist it..." Casper paused for a second to ponder the possibilities. "You've got three first names! You could pick a different name to use every day. You can be Hannah today and be yourself, but then you're Leigh tomorrow and Leigh is this absolute troll with grass growing between her toes and one eye and knotted hair. That should be fun to pretend. And THEN best of all the NEXT day you could be James. And James is a boy of course so you could be dashing and charming and have all the girls chase after you and run superfast and not worry about closing your legs in skirts all the time." And of course by now Casper's imagination was off and running. His fingers itched for a quill and some sort of parchment just so he could draw this transformation of character to character to character. __________________ [the equivalent of my first child] 4th Year Ravenclaw [signature credit] Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark. DCFC