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Aomidori · 01-19-2009, 08:01 PM

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Originally Posted by strawberriesandlace

The potato - some of the best she had ever tasted, in fact - had been doing fairly well in convincing Kana that the Hogwarts was not, in fact, a blizzarding wilderness. She had settled down enough, in fact, to eavesdrop on other people's conversations and was slowly but surely gaining the idea that - but of course - Ravenclaw was highly overrated for being the clever house. She was just about to reach for another bun when from behind her, a voice - if you could call it a voice, Kana thought dourly. More like a whine, or a shrill, calculated to give one a headache - came from behind her:

Kana was not a person given to witty repartee. She simply stopped, stared, realised that this person was not worthy of being hit with her parasol, and turned to fling her golden plate - replete with the remains of mashed potatoes, a sizeable load of gravy, several cakes and a banana - at Matilda. It all took about two seconds. Having rage and wiry little arms besides, the plate flew true and strong, food splattering everywhere like tiny missiles from a golden ship, and smacked Matilda straight in the gullet.

"Who looks a mess now?" said Kana, maliciously. It wasn't the best, but actions certainly speak louder than words.

Matilda had always wondered what it was like being thrown gold at. The plate was gold, and it wasn’t as pleasant as she had fancied. She had hardly the time to blink before food splattered against her in a way that would have made her grandmother faint. She stood between the tables in bewilderment, trying with difficulty not to explode into a fit of coarse language.

What she managed to say was, “You food waster...!” And she didn’t care for the parasol of doom anymore than she cared about the brand-name head bow and nonpareils cupcake necklace. Several things happened at once: Matilda at random grabbed a plate of what might be cheese cake and closed the distance between Kana and her with it lifted over her shoulders. That would have shocked her grandmother into death. It never occurred to her how hypocritical she looked. She must have cared about her second-hand clothes more than it was suggested.

The plate replaced the head bow with a definite splat. “Now you look like the inaccuracy of a gnome."

01-19-2009, 08:01 PM	#176 (permalink)
Aomidori Red Cap Join Date: Jan 2009 Posts: 81 Hogwarts RPG Name: Matilda Adele Dem Mc'nuland Second Year	Quote: Originally Posted by strawberriesandlace The potato - some of the best she had ever tasted, in fact - had been doing fairly well in convincing Kana that the Hogwarts was not, in fact, a blizzarding wilderness. She had settled down enough, in fact, to eavesdrop on other people's conversations and was slowly but surely gaining the idea that - but of course - Ravenclaw was highly overrated for being the clever house. She was just about to reach for another bun when from behind her, a voice - if you could call it a voice, Kana thought dourly. More like a whine, or a shrill, calculated to give one a headache - came from behind her: Kana was not a person given to witty repartee. She simply stopped, stared, realised that this person was not worthy of being hit with her parasol, and turned to fling her golden plate - replete with the remains of mashed potatoes, a sizeable load of gravy, several cakes and a banana - at Matilda. It all took about two seconds. Having rage and wiry little arms besides, the plate flew true and strong, food splattering everywhere like tiny missiles from a golden ship, and smacked Matilda straight in the gullet. "Who looks a mess now?" said Kana, maliciously. It wasn't the best, but actions certainly speak louder than words. Matilda had always wondered what it was like being thrown gold at. The plate was gold, and it wasn’t as pleasant as she had fancied. She had hardly the time to blink before food splattered against her in a way that would have made her grandmother faint. She stood between the tables in bewilderment, trying with difficulty not to explode into a fit of coarse language. What she managed to say was, “You food waster...!” And she didn’t care for the parasol of doom anymore than she cared about the brand-name head bow and nonpareils cupcake necklace. Several things happened at once: Matilda at random grabbed a plate of what might be cheese cake and closed the distance between Kana and her with it lifted over her shoulders. That would have shocked her grandmother into death. It never occurred to her how hypocritical she looked. She must have cared about her second-hand clothes more than it was suggested. The plate replaced the head bow with a definite splat. “Now you look like the inaccuracy of a gnome." Last edited by Aomidori; 01-20-2009 at 12:44 AM.