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Blackwidow · 05-28-2010, 06:11 PM

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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie

Well.

This lesson kept getting crazier, by the second!

But Gold liked it, that way. It wasn't a bore, and she loved knowing what to expect next - the unexpected! Chuckling at the thought, she skipped after Abbi, and sat down next to her.

"My pillow has a unicorn on it," she said, poking it with the end of her wand. "What about yours?" She couldn't see properly because, you know, Abbi was sitting on the pillow, now.

Text Cut: battle rules

Right. She said she was dead meat! She knew that, heavens and brooms were incorporated too. She can't drive a broom yet. Sighing with fear she looked around then back up at Gold when she asked her about her pillow, "mine has small pirates on them" she bent to one side to show her... then everything happened.

Abbi had no clue what battle happened at Hogwarts! She was new new new, recently been told she was witch. EEEEEK! She was going to fail this class, she knew. Scurrying through her memory she tried to think of a battle, she only knew muggle ones, which pretty much defeated the purpose.

Okay dead meat. She looked around people were eh fighting, even the teacher! Holy Smoke!! Never has she ever ever ever came across a class like this one. Her eyes rounded unsure of what to do? Would they get detention at the end? Well in her case maybe the Hospital then detention.

She had no idea what battle to pick, well even Gold was FIGHTING. Ugh, she stuffed her pillow under one arm and pulled out her spatula with the other since flying was out of the question and smacked the nearest Hufflepuff, ohhh SIMON.

05-28-2010, 06:11 PM	#177 (permalink)
Blackwidow Forest Troll Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Far... Far Away. Posts: 27,594	At the loony bin ❣ Ubiquitous ❣ Brain!nvader ❣ !Wake The Dead¡ Quote: Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie Well. This lesson kept getting crazier, by the second! But Gold liked it, that way. It wasn't a bore, and she loved knowing what to expect next - the unexpected! Chuckling at the thought, she skipped after Abbi, and sat down next to her. "My pillow has a unicorn on it," she said, poking it with the end of her wand. "What about yours?" She couldn't see properly because, you know, Abbi was sitting on the pillow, now. Text Cut: battle rules "Rules are as follows: 1. Choose a battle. Pretend you are IN it. 2. Run around, smacking your enemies with your weapons. 2a. Weapons includes kitchen utensils, your pillows (make GOOD shields!!), and any of the brooms I stole from the very pretty Flying Professor. 2b. You can TRY to fly on the brooms.... but they're very old, and you lot are very weighted down in armor. So. Do be careful? 3. Enemies = everyone. 4. Have fun. No one is meant to get HURT, so don't TRY to hurt people. If YOU hurt people, I will hurt YOU. 5. ON YOUR MARKS, GET SO, WARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Right. She said she was dead meat! She knew that, heavens and brooms were incorporated too. She can't drive a broom yet. Sighing with fear she looked around then back up at Gold when she asked her about her pillow, "mine has small pirates on them" she bent to one side to show her... then everything happened. Abbi had no clue what battle happened at Hogwarts! She was new new new, recently been told she was witch. EEEEEK! She was going to fail this class, she knew. Scurrying through her memory she tried to think of a battle, she only knew muggle ones, which pretty much defeated the purpose. Okay dead meat. She looked around people were eh fighting, even the teacher! Holy Smoke!! Never has she ever ever ever came across a class like this one. Her eyes rounded unsure of what to do? Would they get detention at the end? Well in her case maybe the Hospital then detention. She had no idea what battle to pick, well even Gold was FIGHTING. Ugh, she stuffed her pillow under one arm and pulled out her spatula with the other since flying was out of the question and smacked the nearest Hufflepuff, ohhh SIMON. __________________ “ Mermaids, Zombies,...Blackbeard.”