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druidflower · 07-17-2009, 04:21 AM

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Originally Posted by Drake Warren

He noticed her twisting her hair around and tilted his head. It was clear she was nervous, or she just liked twisting her hair. Either way drake smiled slightly nodding as he listened.

"I imagine it would be, with the weird flooding. I heard a few students muttering about it." he replied back, nodding once more. "Have you figured how what it is yet?" He asked, highly curious now.

"I used to spend a lot of time in the hospital wing when I was here. Is there still that creaky blue chair that used to sit in the far right corner?" He asked, remembering the times when he himself had sat there nursing a headache.

Now this put her in a tight spot, either admit she had no idea about something, or admit she was terrified of something. Neither was an acceptable course of action as far as her two most valued traits were concerned: Her Intellect and her Nerve.

"Well it's all very technical, the theories we've been coming up with... I'm sure even if you understood half of the jargon the subject matter would just bore you to death," she said dismissively.

ACK! Conversation. STOPPPITTT!! TWIIIIIIIST!

"Um... I moved it into the Ward. It's my desk chair now," she admitted. Not entirely practical... but she liked it anyway. For reasons outside her comprehension (HA as if there was such a thing) she warmed slightly for his affection to a piece of furniture. And it embarrassed her. Twist.

07-17-2009, 04:21 AM	#345 (permalink)
druidflower Nogtail Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: in a PUMPKIN BOAT!! Posts: 4,635 Hogwarts RPG Name: whistle	NeeNee Omniscient Omnipotent Pie Maker Quote: Originally Posted by Drake Warren He noticed her twisting her hair around and tilted his head. It was clear she was nervous, or she just liked twisting her hair. Either way drake smiled slightly nodding as he listened. "I imagine it would be, with the weird flooding. I heard a few students muttering about it." he replied back, nodding once more. "Have you figured how what it is yet?" He asked, highly curious now. "I used to spend a lot of time in the hospital wing when I was here. Is there still that creaky blue chair that used to sit in the far right corner?" He asked, remembering the times when he himself had sat there nursing a headache. Now this put her in a tight spot, either admit she had no idea about something, or admit she was terrified of something. Neither was an acceptable course of action as far as her two most valued traits were concerned: Her Intellect and her Nerve. "Well it's all very technical, the theories we've been coming up with... I'm sure even if you understood half of the jargon the subject matter would just bore you to death," she said dismissively. ACK! Conversation. STOPPPITTT!! TWIIIIIIIST! "Um... I moved it into the Ward. It's my desk chair now," she admitted. Not entirely practical... but she liked it anyway. For reasons outside her comprehension (HA as if there was such a thing) she warmed slightly for his affection to a piece of furniture. And it embarrassed her. Twist. __________________ always