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PadfootAndTheWolf · 12-20-2009, 01:55 AM

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Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88
Frida was heading back to her own tent with an armful of bags she had acquired from a vendor nearby.
Among her purchases was a broom for her nephew, and two complete sets of quidditch player models that could walk around on their own.

As she approached the campgrounds, something that was fluttering in the wind nearby caught her interest. 'My map!' The woman thought as her gaze landed on a piece of parchment that had gotten snagged on the top of someone else's tent and was flapping in the wind like a cheap flag.
Narrowing her eyes, Frida walked closer and balanced her shopping bags on her right hip while taking out her wand.

'No magic...drat.' She placed her wand back inside her robe pocket and scowled at the map, which seemed to be mocking her now. 'Of course it has to be a tent where I can't reach the top.'
Frida peeked behind her, and, not seeing anyone, she reached up and tried to grab her handmade map of the grounds.
But even as she extended her hand, her bag of quidditch players slipped from her grasp and dumped all over the ground. Thirteen of the fourteen players began to wander around the grass while the one remaining player ended up being caught up in the shopping bag and didn't have time to escape.

"Darnit!" Frida hissed as she forgot all about the parchment and proceeded to catch each one of the models one at a time.

Armen had been admiring his handywork at setting his tent right, when he looked down and saw a living model of a Quidditch player bump into his leg and then fall over. He looked it with a questioning look. "Where did you come from buddy?" he said out loud. He then saw that the tiny little man left footprints to that led around the side of the tent. As he walked around the wall he saw a piece of paper on the top of his tent. Was that trass. He was watching it wave in the air and not watching where he was going and ran right into a woman who was clutching a few of the walking Quidditch players.

"Ma'am? This wouldn't happen to be y-? Frida? Hello how are you?" he asked with a grin handing her back the little model. "Quidditch World Cup, isn't it exciting?" he grinned.

12-20-2009, 01:55 AM	#112 (permalink)
PadfootAndTheWolf formerly: DanialRadFAN01 Bicorn Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: On SS of course! Posts: 16,990 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kiera Burton x6	Gaga Mafia Monster : MURPHY : Kelvin's SS!BFAM : Roro's Evil Twin : Ravlyndor : Gopher Quote: Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88 Frida was heading back to her own tent with an armful of bags she had acquired from a vendor nearby. Among her purchases was a broom for her nephew, and two complete sets of quidditch player models that could walk around on their own. As she approached the campgrounds, something that was fluttering in the wind nearby caught her interest. 'My map!' The woman thought as her gaze landed on a piece of parchment that had gotten snagged on the top of someone else's tent and was flapping in the wind like a cheap flag. Narrowing her eyes, Frida walked closer and balanced her shopping bags on her right hip while taking out her wand. 'No magic...drat.' She placed her wand back inside her robe pocket and scowled at the map, which seemed to be mocking her now. 'Of course it has to be a tent where I can't reach the top.' Frida peeked behind her, and, not seeing anyone, she reached up and tried to grab her handmade map of the grounds. But even as she extended her hand, her bag of quidditch players slipped from her grasp and dumped all over the ground. Thirteen of the fourteen players began to wander around the grass while the one remaining player ended up being caught up in the shopping bag and didn't have time to escape. "Darnit!" Frida hissed as she forgot all about the parchment and proceeded to catch each one of the models one at a time. Armen had been admiring his handywork at setting his tent right, when he looked down and saw a living model of a Quidditch player bump into his leg and then fall over. He looked it with a questioning look. "Where did you come from buddy?" he said out loud. He then saw that the tiny little man left footprints to that led around the side of the tent. As he walked around the wall he saw a piece of paper on the top of his tent. Was that trass. He was watching it wave in the air and not watching where he was going and ran right into a woman who was clutching a few of the walking Quidditch players. "Ma'am? This wouldn't happen to be y-? Frida? Hello how are you?" he asked with a grin handing her back the little model. "Quidditch World Cup, isn't it exciting?" he grinned.