07-27-2010, 02:26 PM
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 MO Puffskein
Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall.
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7
| Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Text Cut: Cela Quote:
"I totally had to learn lots of that sort of junk -etiquette and hosting and dancing and music- before I came to Hogwarts and during the summers anyway." Cela straightened in her seat, shifting so that she was sitting more ladylike. Then she made a face, crossing her eyes and poking out her tongue. "I'll totally miss Hogwarts because at home I have to go back to all of that." It wasn't hard, it was just sort of nice to not bother with things like that.
Really, Hogwarts had taught her how to just be herself no matter what.
Cela picked up a carrot and used her wand to make short work of whittling it into the shape of a pirate.
Which went on the potato island.
"The Alumni Ball was like that for me. I was just totally selfish and stuck with Copernicus most of the night." It wasn't something she could help exactly. Magnet. Steel.
"So what are you doing this summer, Kellen?"
"It used to be like that in my house, too," Kellen shrugged. "Then my mother started having daughters, my parents started traveling more... I think my sister's run a little wild with no one there but servants and younger siblings to bully. She used to be a princess, too." He recalled the way she'd greeted him with a headbutt on Christmas break, and smiled with a shake of the head. "I guess... I don't really know what I'm up to this summer. I think I might try for my M license, so I can get around in the Muggle world but don't have to drive my sisters everywhere." His summer plans weren't really for when he was still a child. Given the heads-up by his sister eavesdropping on his parents, he'd learned his fate upon graduation and he was already scheming to avoid it.
The fictional occupants of Kellen's island screamed in terror as a giant metal object descended from the sky and split the land in twain, "But I think I'll miss Hogwarts too, when I'm two years down the road and in your shoes. I'm hoping to wriggle out from under my father's thumb and travel for a few years before I get tied down to the house." |
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