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noodles · 01-28-2010, 02:03 AM

SPOILER!!: luffs you! <3

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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

Miranda listened intently at the explanation of what that Eye thingy was, and kind of stared at the thing when Oliver took it out. Her face got a little frown of concentration as she inspected it and wondered what you did with that stuff that hung from it. It was like a thin string. Did you like...plug it in somewhere? Oh ew, did Oliver plug this into his arm or somethign? No that would be weird. Gosh, dangit Miranda. You should know this things!
Aw, it didn't work... "Oh...this looks cool." She said and turned it over in her hands before giving it back to the boy.

Sip sip sip. And then a burp escaped her. "Oh, sorry!" She covered her mouth and looked shocked. Well...she did burp, like whatever, but not infront of people. Ah, Oliver did collect that stuff. "Okay, then they are yours." She nodded and drank some more. She rubbed her hands together, but then raised her bottle when he 'toasted'. "Cheers!" Hehehe.

It was weird, but something was sort of making her stressed. Was it the drink, the cold or the weird...situation that these two were in? But there was this...beat...going on and on and on... What is that!? Seriously, it sounded like a clock ticking - and Miranda did NOT like the sound of ticking! She glanced at Oliver and could see that he was sort of looking like he was going to...twitch, or something. She wondered if he was allright, but maybe it was just boredom. Maybe he was bored. Heh. But... "Oh that's cool. Like mine then." She smiled happily and took another sip.

Ah... Good answer. But she wondered if it was thruthful or...a complete one. His arm? "You should go check it out with the Nurse." Quidditch injuries to Miranda, was as serious as... You got hurt and chances were you weren't going to be able to play again. She shuddered at the thought. A lige WITHOUT Quidditch! GASP! And then his usual cocky self was present, and Miranda was sort of...relieved? She chuckled. "Hah!" She looked at him with one eyebrow raised. And then cloinked her bottle against his. "That's the spirit!" Hehehe.

Miranda gaped. Gaped bigger and longer than she'd ever done around this boy. Seriously. Had he gotten over that lesson already? Miranda was still grimacing whenever she thought about it... specially if she thought of their quarrel at the lake. But but but, she tried to be as light about it aswell. Buuuut gosh, no, she couldn't. "I wonder what he's going to teach us next class...maybe the killing curse. Now that would be fascinating." It was sarcasm. Just hope Oliver got that.

Did it fly into the pitch and try to eat them!? "Yes!" She exclaimed and then proceeded to put a hand right infront of the boys face, like this close to touching his nose. "It was all up on our faces, and I was like 'Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?' , and then it went all flappity-flap, and then I was like," she removed the hand and started arguing with an invisible butterbeast, " 'Hey you better not mess with the Badgers or you gonna get some butt a-whoopin'!' and then I squirted the beastie!" There, job done. Bahaha!

"Omygosh...you mean like instead of a Parseltounge...you'd be a... Buttertounge?" She blinked. Somehow that name didn't sound as cool. Though, it would be totally awesome if he'd be able to talk to them. She laughed with Oliver, though the boy totally seemed a bit more hyped up. "Aw, Pilliwickle is wonderful. I think she might have added a few marbles. She seems alot more enthusiastic than most Professors. Aw, granny Pilliwickle." Squiggle.

Oliver smiled a little as he saw the expression on Miranda's face. Puzzlement. “I thought you lived in the muggle world.” He said with slight bafflement in his tone. Maybe she lived in a cave... or something? “These things...” He picked up the headphones and waved them under her nose. “Plug into your ears and they play music directly into them.” He explained with his eyes fixed on her to see her reaction. “There's a dead zone in a clearing by the lake where this baby actually works. I'll take you there. It's pretty neat when you want to escape magic for a while.” He said with a smile. But once the battery had gone... it was gone until the next holiday break. “You know Muggle Studies is a breeze when you've been brought up with muggle things and gone to a muggle school. I'm surprised they let us take it really.” He shrugged. But meh, it just meant a bit of a break from studies so he wasn't complaining. No siree.

He looked at Miranda and he let out a chuckle. “Better out than in.” He said quoting Shrek once again. He clinked bottles with the little Huffie. He raised his eyebrows. “Thanks Miranda.” Oh poo. This was going to come back and bite him in the bum he could just feel it. “Cheers.” He said with a smile. Yeah.. cheers to all that gold I'm going to get from your card collection. Oh... dear.

Oliver's whole body suddenly twitched like he had a involuntary tick. Oh crap. The sugar in the butterbeer was never good for his.. condition. All those E numbers and things that were bad for you. He clasped his hands together in an attempt to stop the need to jump over the table and sprint.. somewhere. He smiled at Miranda hoping she hadn't noticed. No more butterbeer for Oliver. He wouldn't have had the first if it hadn't been free. What was she saying anyway? He focused intently on her and concentrated with all his might. Cool.. like what? He smiled at nodded. He didn't have a clue. Hmmm....

“No nurses.” He replied quickly. He heard that just fine. “I hate hospitals and I'll only go near the hospital wing if it's a life or death situation.” He said with a firm shake of the head. That.. and there was nothing wrong with his arm except for a few cuts and bruises from his exploits... and those damn eel scars of course. He cloinked bottles with her once again a little surprised that she seemed happy that he was being more like 'himself' again. And he thought he irritated the hell out of her. The looks he got for merely smirking sometimes could kill.

He actually gulped when Miranda gaped at him like he was insane. What had he said to get that reaction!? Oh.. the DADA thing. Yeah. “Obviously still a sore subject.” He mumbled.. then sighed. “Miranda. I didn't sleep the night after class. Stupid, huh? But I'm not going to dwell on it anymore. My spider twinged. Bid deal. That means nothing... except cramp probably.” He grinned and winked at her like he didn't care.. but he did. It had worried the twitchy boy to death. “Besides, you didn't even manage that. You should be happy about that fact.” Yeah, yeah – Miranda was a saint. He locked eyes with her at her next words, a little taken aback by them. “He couldn't. Crucio was bad enough. If he does I'll walk out. Make a stand and go and speak to the Head about it.” He nodded. Plus, he was terrified he would actually be able to do it. Gulp.

“Urrrh.” He scrunched up his face and flinched away from the hand like it actually was the butterfly!monster. “That's.. creepy. He laughed at her impression. Hehe! She must look mental to anyone just watching who couldn't hear their conversation. “Butt a-whoopin.” He repeated cocking an eyebrow. “Just exactly where is a butterflies butt?” He asked with a smirk. “You realise if you hurt one of them, the other two will be after your hide.” He grinned. Then he seemed to drift off for a moment. “...I could create a whole army of them..” He mused.

“Buttertougue.” hehehe! He laughed. “Yeah. It sounds really rubbish but I'm sure there must be some uses for the language.” Like.... er.... Merlin knew. “I like Pilliwinkle, yeah. She's craaaazy but at least her lessons are fun.” Harmless fun.

01-28-2010, 02:03 AM	#78 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! SPOILER!!: luffs you! <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd Miranda listened intently at the explanation of what that Eye thingy was, and kind of stared at the thing when Oliver took it out. Her face got a little frown of concentration as she inspected it and wondered what you did with that stuff that hung from it. It was like a thin string. Did you like...plug it in somewhere? Oh ew, did Oliver plug this into his arm or somethign? No that would be weird. Gosh, dangit Miranda. You should know this things! Aw, it didn't work... "Oh...this looks cool." She said and turned it over in her hands before giving it back to the boy. Sip sip sip. And then a burp escaped her. "Oh, sorry!" She covered her mouth and looked shocked. Well...she did burp, like whatever, but not infront of people. Ah, Oliver did collect that stuff. "Okay, then they are yours." She nodded and drank some more. She rubbed her hands together, but then raised her bottle when he 'toasted'. "Cheers!" Hehehe. It was weird, but something was sort of making her stressed. Was it the drink, the cold or the weird...situation that these two were in? But there was this...beat...going on and on and on... What is that!? Seriously, it sounded like a clock ticking - and Miranda did NOT like the sound of ticking! She glanced at Oliver and could see that he was sort of looking like he was going to...twitch, or something. She wondered if he was allright, but maybe it was just boredom. Maybe he was bored. Heh. But... "Oh that's cool. Like mine then." She smiled happily and took another sip. Ah... Good answer. But she wondered if it was thruthful or...a complete one. His arm? "You should go check it out with the Nurse." Quidditch injuries to Miranda, was as serious as... You got hurt and chances were you weren't going to be able to play again. She shuddered at the thought. A lige WITHOUT Quidditch! GASP! And then his usual cocky self was present, and Miranda was sort of...relieved? She chuckled. "Hah!" She looked at him with one eyebrow raised. And then cloinked her bottle against his. "That's the spirit!" Hehehe. Miranda gaped. Gaped bigger and longer than she'd ever done around this boy. Seriously. Had he gotten over that lesson already? Miranda was still grimacing whenever she thought about it... specially if she thought of their quarrel at the lake. But but but, she tried to be as light about it aswell. Buuuut gosh, no, she couldn't. *"I wonder what he's going to teach us next class...maybe the killing curse. Now that would be fascinating."* It was sarcasm. Just hope Oliver got that. Did it fly into the pitch and try to eat them!? "Yes!" She exclaimed and then proceeded to put a hand right infront of the boys face, like this close to touching his nose. *"It was all up on our faces, and I was like 'Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?' , and then it went all flappity-flap, and then I was like,"* she removed the hand and started arguing with an invisible butterbeast, *" 'Hey you better not mess with the Badgers or you gonna get some butt a-whoopin'!' and then I squirted the beastie!"* There, job done. Bahaha! "Omygosh...you mean like instead of a Parseltounge...you'd be a... Buttertounge?" She blinked. Somehow that name didn't sound as cool. Though, it would be totally awesome if he'd be able to talk to them. She laughed with Oliver, though the boy totally seemed a bit more hyped up. *"Aw, Pilliwickle is wonderful. I think she might have added* a few marbles. She seems alot more enthusiastic than most Professors. Aw, granny Pilliwickle."** Squiggle. Oliver smiled a little as he saw the expression on Miranda's face. Puzzlement. “I thought you lived in the muggle world.” He said with slight bafflement in his tone. Maybe she lived in a cave... or something? “These things...” He picked up the headphones and waved them under her nose. “Plug into your ears and they play music directly into them.” He explained with his eyes fixed on her to see her reaction. “There's a dead zone in a clearing by the lake where this baby actually works. I'll take you there. It's pretty neat when you want to escape magic for a while.” He said with a smile. But once the battery had gone... it was gone until the next holiday break. “You know Muggle Studies is a breeze when you've been brought up with muggle things and gone to a muggle school. I'm surprised they let us take it really.” He shrugged. But meh, it just meant a bit of a break from studies so he wasn't complaining. No siree. He looked at Miranda and he let out a chuckle. “Better out than in.” He said quoting Shrek once again. He clinked bottles with the little Huffie. He raised his eyebrows. “Thanks Miranda.” Oh poo. This was going to come back and bite him in the bum he could just feel it. “Cheers.” He said with a smile. Yeah.. cheers to all that gold I'm going to get from your card collection. Oh... dear. Oliver's whole body suddenly twitched like he had a involuntary tick. Oh crap. The sugar in the butterbeer was never good for his.. condition. All those E numbers and things that were bad for you. He clasped his hands together in an attempt to stop the need to jump over the table and sprint.. somewhere. He smiled at Miranda hoping she hadn't noticed. No more butterbeer for Oliver. He wouldn't have had the first if it hadn't been free. What was she saying anyway? He focused intently on her and concentrated with all his might. Cool.. like what? He smiled at nodded. He didn't have a clue. Hmmm.... “No nurses.” He replied quickly. He heard that just fine. “I hate hospitals and I'll only go near the hospital wing if it's a life or death situation.” He said with a firm shake of the head. That.. and there was nothing wrong with his arm except for a few cuts and bruises from his exploits... and those damn eel scars of course. He cloinked bottles with her once again a little surprised that she seemed happy that he was being more like 'himself' again. And he thought he irritated the hell out of her. The looks he got for merely smirking sometimes could kill. He actually gulped when Miranda gaped at him like he was insane. What had he said to get that reaction!? Oh.. the DADA thing. Yeah. “Obviously still a sore subject.” He mumbled.. then sighed. “Miranda. I didn't sleep the night after class. Stupid, huh? But I'm not going to dwell on it anymore. My spider twinged. Bid deal. That means nothing... except cramp probably.” He grinned and winked at her like he didn't care.. but he did. It had worried the twitchy boy to death. “Besides, you didn't even manage that. You should be happy about that fact.” Yeah, yeah – Miranda was a saint. He locked eyes with her at her next words, a little taken aback by them. “He couldn't. Crucio was bad enough. If he does I'll walk out. Make a stand and go and speak to the Head about it.” He nodded. Plus, he was terrified he would actually be able to do it. Gulp. “Urrrh.” He scrunched up his face and flinched away from the hand like it actually was the butterfly!monster. “That's.. creepy. He laughed at her impression. Hehe! She must look mental to anyone just watching who couldn't hear their conversation. “Butt a-whoopin.” He repeated cocking an eyebrow. “Just exactly where is a butterflies butt?” He asked with a smirk. “You realise if you hurt one of them, the other two will be after your hide.” He grinned. Then he seemed to drift off for a moment. “...I could create a whole army of them..” He mused. “Buttertougue.” hehehe! He laughed. “Yeah. It sounds really rubbish but I'm sure there must be some uses for the language.” Like.... er.... Merlin knew. “I like Pilliwinkle, yeah. She's craaaazy but at least her lessons are fun.” Harmless fun. __________________ Last edited by noodles; 01-28-2010 at 10:05 AM. Reason: Mah rubbish spelling