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CharGryffindor · 09-10-2010, 08:04 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lexers

The horror-struck Gryffindor turned from her best friend to Oliver.

Better not? Course she was going to die. She eyed him. "Do I look like a Hermione bloody whats her face to you? NO! I am not some super wand wielder queeny champion shizz bucket!" Her absolute terror at the idea was turning her language a tad more colourful than usual.

"ohi'mgoingtodie..i'mgoingtodie," She whispered to herself, rocking back and forth. Oh merlin, merlin, merlin, MERLIN save her!

She didn't notice the fact that Oliver looked a little peaky. Nope. She only heard his Congratulations which cut her through her inner ranting.

Dragons were going to get her, OH MY - "huh?" Congratulations? She poked his cheek. "Are you sane, boy? Like.. seriously? Congratulations? This is the worst thing that has EVER happened to Hogwarts." Taking herself out of the equation obviously. It didn't matter. Nooooo, she was going to embarass her WHOLE BLOODY SCHOOL.

*pout*

And people had just started to like her.

Rubiey had come in late ~~again~~ and missed the GOF announcing the champions. Looking around, she saw Cameron, the Gryffie prefect from the feast she had met. She looked PETRIFIED.

"Umm, hi, Cameron. Are... are you alright?" She asked. The prefect looked as if she was about to throw up. Oh dear.

Then it clicked.

"You.. you got chosen?!" Duh. *face!palm* "Well, um, congratulations, I guess. You'll do us Gryffies proud, I'll be cheering you on!" She said, as rallying as she could.

Cameron needed to sit down. ASAP. Before she passed out.

09-10-2010, 08:04 PM	#376 (permalink)
CharGryffindor Firecrab Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Pigfarts, Mars. Posts: 925 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rubiey O'Rielly Fourth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Lexers The horror-struck Gryffindor turned from her best friend to Oliver. Better not? Course she was going to die. She eyed him. "Do I look like a Hermione bloody whats her face to you? NO! I am not some super wand wielder queeny champion shizz bucket!" Her absolute terror at the idea was turning her language a tad more colourful than usual. "ohi'mgoingtodie..i'mgoingtodie," She whispered to herself, rocking back and forth. Oh merlin, merlin, merlin, MERLIN save her! She didn't notice the fact that Oliver looked a little peaky. Nope. She only heard his Congratulations which cut her through her inner ranting. Dragons were going to get her, OH MY - "huh?" Congratulations? She poked his cheek. "Are you sane, boy? Like.. seriously? Congratulations? This is the worst thing that has EVER happened to Hogwarts." Taking herself out of the equation obviously. It didn't matter. Nooooo, she was going to embarass her WHOLE BLOODY SCHOOL. pout And people had just started to like her. Rubiey had come in late ~~again~~ and missed the GOF announcing the champions. Looking around, she saw Cameron, the Gryffie prefect from the feast she had met. She looked PETRIFIED. "Umm, hi, Cameron. Are... are you alright?" She asked. The prefect looked as if she was about to throw up. Oh dear. Then it clicked. "You.. you got chosen?!" Duh. face!palm "Well, um, congratulations, I guess. You'll do us Gryffies proud, I'll be cheering you on!" She said, as rallying as she could. Cameron needed to sit down. ASAP. Before she passed out. __________________ When your lips touch mine, it's the kiss of life.