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TeafortheSoul · 02-23-2009, 09:36 PM

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Originally Posted by NicoT

Truebridge flicked Loretta again, sending the Ravenclaw girl's chair sliding away again. "Go ahead, read another page. Flick through, don't be shy." Ethan encouraged, appearing not to care at all.

"Did someone hit you with a babbling curse, Mr. Morgan?" Truebridge asked seriously, "Make yourself useful and start up the gramophone." It was all loaded up of course.

Celandine couldn't hold back her giggle of enjoyment as her chair went sliding again. Another page. Alright. Celandine flicked a few pages and let out a giggle as she saw where she had landed. She cleared her throat and began to read, shooting little glances at Plymouth as she did so. "I ain't got much polish, me manners is gruff, But I've got a good coat, and I keep meself smart; And everyone says, and I guess that's enough:`You can't but like Morgan, 'e's got a kind 'art.' I got knocked about on the Barbary Coast, And me voice it ain't no sich melliferous horgan; But yet I can state, and I'm not one to boast, That some of the gals is dead keen on old Morgan."

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Gramophone. Right. Plymouth eased out of his chair like it might buck and toss him in the air and crept over to the gramophone. Maybe he DID want to see Cela and him dance after all? Plymouth turned to look his shoulder at Cela, giving her a very sly sort of wink. He just hoped the Professor had some better tunes this time.

"Actually, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, with that crazy cooky... Erm.. I mean... Professor Kaziuh.. person.. I did get hit with one. It was crazy. I don't think I'm still suffering from the effects of that though. Surely not. Unless it's like the earhair that just keeps getting worse...." Wicked old Kazimeanughiz.

Plymouth was no gramophone expert, but after a few nob twitching and some trial and error, he figured it out. "Woo boy. Listen to that..."

Cela blushed at the wink Plymouth directed at her and tried to focus politely on the music rather than entertain the idea that perhaps they were going to have to dance. She looked at the professor expectantly.

02-23-2009, 09:36 PM	#71 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by NicoT Truebridge flicked Loretta again, sending the Ravenclaw girl's chair sliding away again. "Go ahead, read another page. Flick through, don't be shy." Ethan encouraged, appearing not to care at all. "Did someone hit you with a babbling curse, Mr. Morgan?" Truebridge asked seriously, "Make yourself useful and start up the gramophone." It was all loaded up of course. Celandine couldn't hold back her giggle of enjoyment as her chair went sliding again. Another page. Alright. Celandine flicked a few pages and let out a giggle as she saw where she had landed. She cleared her throat and began to read, shooting little glances at Plymouth as she did so. "I ain't got much polish, me manners is gruff, But I've got a good coat, and I keep meself smart; And everyone says, and I guess that's enough:`You can't but like Morgan, 'e's got a kind 'art.' I got knocked about on the Barbary Coast, And me voice it ain't no sich melliferous horgan; But yet I can state, and I'm not one to boast, That some of the gals is dead keen on old Morgan." Quote: Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz Gramophone. Right. Plymouth eased out of his chair like it might buck and toss him in the air and crept over to the gramophone. Maybe he DID want to see Cela and him dance after all? Plymouth turned to look his shoulder at Cela, giving her a very sly sort of wink. He just hoped the Professor had some better tunes this time. "Actually, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, with that crazy cooky... Erm.. I mean... Professor Kaziuh.. person.. I did get hit with one. It was crazy. I don't think I'm still suffering from the effects of that though. Surely not. Unless it's like the earhair that just keeps getting worse...." Wicked old Kazimeanughiz. Plymouth was no gramophone expert, but after a few nob twitching and some trial and error, he figured it out. "Woo boy. Listen to that..." Cela blushed at the wink Plymouth directed at her and tried to focus politely on the music rather than entertain the idea that perhaps they were going to have to dance. She looked at the professor expectantly. __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you