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BanaBatGirl · 09-11-2010, 06:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

Was Salander serious? "Nah, I just told you that to yank your chain--- Of course I'm serious! How many Duncan Fletchers are there in Hogwarts?" he exclaimed, which honestly he doesnt know himself. But what was important was that he knew of one Duncan Fletcher, and he as proud to be a bearer of great tidings. Whether it was good or bad can be anybody's guess.

Now Fletcher has got to be joking "If you win?" he snorted "What if you dont win? What if you chickened out and vanished?" Salander cocked his head and raised a brow. He seemed to recall that there a Fletcher from the Potter stories who abandoned ship 30,000 feet in the air. "Come on this is the Tri Wizard Tournament. You'll be doing tournament-y things. What if you get maimed? What if you drowned? What if you get eaten by a dragon? I'm not gonna walk up and ask the dragon for my drink while you go about getting digested."

Eyes narrowing, Fletcher bent down to pick up his sandwich and considered Salander's little speech there. He was rather convincing, for one, and for another, how else would he have known the Duncan part of the Fletcher name?

Obviously TaterTot had read the results out and now everyone from oh, only every important magical school in Europe knew his entire hideous name.

Hmmph. "None," Fletcher answered Salander with a steely gaze, "there's only one Fletcher, just Fletcher. And I'll thank you to just go on ahead and forget my first name, all right?"

He took a giant bite out of his sandwich that yes, he had just dropped five minutes ago, and started chewing thoughtfully. "You mean WHEN I win this tourney," he gestured around with his sandwich like the Triwizard Cup was no big deal. "Not if, WHEN. Big difference."

Fletcher chewed some more and swallowed. "And if any of those things happen to me... well they just won't, will they? You'll just have to cheer extra long and hard for me so that I don't die and you do get your drink at the end."

He wink-winked, pat-patted the Slytherin on the shoulder. Ah, Salander was like his brotha from anotha... House. Heh.

09-11-2010, 06:22 AM	#396 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen Was Salander serious? "Nah, I just told you that to yank your chain--- Of course I'm serious! How many Duncan Fletchers are there in Hogwarts?" he exclaimed, which honestly he doesnt know himself. But what was important was that he knew of one Duncan Fletcher, and he as proud to be a bearer of great tidings. Whether it was good or bad can be anybody's guess. Now Fletcher has got to be joking "If you win?" he snorted "What if you dont win? What if you chickened out and vanished?" Salander cocked his head and raised a brow. He seemed to recall that there a Fletcher from the Potter stories who abandoned ship 30,000 feet in the air. "Come on this is the Tri Wizard Tournament. You'll be doing tournament-y things. What if you get maimed? What if you drowned? What if you get eaten by a dragon? I'm not gonna walk up and ask the dragon for my drink while you go about getting digested." Eyes narrowing, Fletcher bent down to pick up his sandwich and considered Salander's little speech there. He was rather convincing, for one, and for another, how else would he have known the Duncan part of the Fletcher name? Obviously TaterTot had read the results out and now everyone from oh, only every important magical school in Europe knew his entire hideous name. Hmmph. "None," Fletcher answered Salander with a steely gaze, "there's only one Fletcher, just Fletcher. And I'll thank you to just go on ahead and forget my first name, all right?" He took a giant bite out of his sandwich that yes, he had just dropped five minutes ago, and started chewing thoughtfully. "You mean WHEN I win this tourney," he gestured around with his sandwich like the Triwizard Cup was no big deal. "Not if, WHEN. Big difference." Fletcher chewed some more and swallowed. "And if any of those things happen to me... well they just won't, will they? You'll just have to cheer extra long and hard for me so that I don't die and you do get your drink at the end." He wink-winked, pat-patted the Slytherin on the shoulder. Ah, Salander was like his brotha from anotha... House. Heh. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind