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AmbiguouslyMe · 09-11-2009, 08:51 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoerawrr

Having rifled through his trunk for the biiiiiiiiiig notepad with all his genius ideas on it, Jake trotted down the corridor as fast as he could, holding up his overly large jeans in one hand and the overly large notepad in the other. Was the world conspiring to make him feel shorter than usual today? It wasn't enough that he hadn't grown since before his first year?

"Comin' FROOOOOO!" the boy yelled, looking out for an empty compartment as he charged up the train, the odd scrap of paper falling from his notebook, covered with his attrocious left-handed, 4 year-old worthy scrawl, and a few elaborate pictures with pink cats.

Where to sit? Where to sit?

Thinking he must have imagined the eyes in his window, Tibi was about to turn back to his book when he heard a thud in the train and then, shortly after, a yell, almost like a horn, moving through the train.

Getting up slowly, Tibi opened the door to his compartment and stuck his head out into the aisle. Running toward him at break-neck speed was a blurry ball of oversized clothes topped with pink hair.. and it wasn't slowing down.

09-11-2009, 08:51 PM	#55 (permalink)
AmbiguouslyMe Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,676 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by Zoerawrr Having rifled through his trunk for the biiiiiiiiiig notepad with all his genius ideas on it, Jake trotted down the corridor as fast as he could, holding up his overly large jeans in one hand and the overly large notepad in the other. Was the world conspiring to make him feel shorter than usual today? It wasn't enough that he hadn't grown since before his first year? "Comin' FROOOOOO!" the boy yelled, looking out for an empty compartment as he charged up the train, the odd scrap of paper falling from his notebook, covered with his attrocious left-handed, 4 year-old worthy scrawl, and a few elaborate pictures with pink cats. Where to sit? Where to sit? Thinking he must have imagined the eyes in his window, Tibi was about to turn back to his book when he heard a thud in the train and then, shortly after, a yell, almost like a horn, moving through the train. Getting up slowly, Tibi opened the door to his compartment and stuck his head out into the aisle. Running toward him at break-neck speed was a blurry ball of oversized clothes topped with pink hair.. and it wasn't slowing down.