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BrightestWitch · 09-13-2010, 12:21 AM

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Originally Posted by Clone

Teagan followed him with some reluctance, glancing back at the pumpkin in concern. "Not to sound picky and all, but I don't see a million other pumpkins that are bashed up, Bee." He watched his friend with a raised eyebrow as he yelped. "See, if that pumpkin could talk, he would have said the same thing. The difference is I didn't kill you." Now that he had tossed the ball once, he was feeling ready for some physical exertion. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Teagan shouted, his arms extended, calling for the ball.

Smiling at the Teagan friendly reference, he shook his head at Bueller. That kid sure was something else. He pondered for a moment about telling Bueller or not, knowing that he was in for a bucketful of teasing, but went on anyway. "Hey, you know, there is this girl in our House... I always seem to come across her for some reason. I think she might just be my next project," Teagan said thoughtfully.

His projects had for the most part ended in disaster. As well-intentioned and hopeful about it all as Teagan was, it mattered little. The results were always more or less doomed from the start. Teagan seemed to pick the worst possible subjects for his projects, which according to him, involved a make-over of the person's way to look at life. He picked the most angsty, uptight or recalcitrant individuals and wanted to turn them into butterflies in a matter of months. It hardly worked and the less it worked, the more Teagan became frustrated. But this time, he just knew it would be different. Of course, he had thought the same for every single project of his, but still, he remained an eternal optimist. The thought of making someone happy thrilled him.

"Can't wait for you to meet her," Teagan smiled his loony smile at Bueller, forgetting about the pumpkin completely for an instant.

“Merlin’s Teagan, are ya done crying? The bashed up pumpkin’s handled this better than you have.” Bueller was amused and chuckled at his observation of Teagan’s behavior.

He shook his head at Teagan, “Nah man, I’ve had enough for today. That whole pumpkin fiasco really messed up the mood.” said Bueller as he gestured with his hand for Teagan to join him.

Bueller instantly regretted denying Teagan a round of catch when he heard the “girl” talk rearing its ugly head.

“Hey, there are a bunch of girls in our house and I see you running into a lot of them, so I’m not exactly sure which “girl” you are referring to.” If anything bothered Bueller it was girl talk. Girls to him were a big, emotional mystery. It’s not that he didn’t like them; he would simply prefer to discuss more important things like sports and large sea vessels. Heck, he would even settle for tree talk.

“So are you going to enter her into the science fair?” asked Bueller as he let out a large laugh. Teagan’s projects always ended in disaster and Bueller felt almost guilty for allowing him to venture off into such volatile territory. Calming himself and his laughter Bueller tried to be serious, “Sorry.” he said as he cleared his throat. “So what’s the hypothesis or theory, better yet who is she?”

09-13-2010, 12:21 AM	#424 (permalink)
BrightestWitch Erumpent Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: The Golden Coast Posts: 33,761 Hogwarts RPG Name: Bueller B. Betsworth Fifth Year	Jor!Jor! Queen Hermidana Quote: Originally Posted by Clone Teagan followed him with some reluctance, glancing back at the pumpkin in concern. "Not to sound picky and all, but I don't see a million other pumpkins that are bashed up, Bee." He watched his friend with a raised eyebrow as he yelped. "See, if that pumpkin could talk, he would have said the same thing. The difference is I didn't kill you." Now that he had tossed the ball once, he was feeling ready for some physical exertion. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Teagan shouted, his arms extended, calling for the ball. Smiling at the Teagan friendly reference, he shook his head at Bueller. That kid sure was something else. He pondered for a moment about telling Bueller or not, knowing that he was in for a bucketful of teasing, but went on anyway. "Hey, you know, there is this girl in our House... I always seem to come across her for some reason. I think she might just be my next project," Teagan said thoughtfully. His projects had for the most part ended in disaster. As well-intentioned and hopeful about it all as Teagan was, it mattered little. The results were always more or less doomed from the start. Teagan seemed to pick the worst possible subjects for his projects, which according to him, involved a make-over of the person's way to look at life. He picked the most angsty, uptight or recalcitrant individuals and wanted to turn them into butterflies in a matter of months. It hardly worked and the less it worked, the more Teagan became frustrated. But this time, he just knew it would be different. Of course, he had thought the same for every single project of his, but still, he remained an eternal optimist. The thought of making someone happy thrilled him. "Can't wait for you to meet her," Teagan smiled his loony smile at Bueller, forgetting about the pumpkin completely for an instant. “Merlin’s Teagan, are ya done crying? The bashed up pumpkin’s handled this better than you have.” Bueller was amused and chuckled at his observation of Teagan’s behavior. He shook his head at Teagan, “Nah man, I’ve had enough for today. That whole pumpkin fiasco really messed up the mood.” said Bueller as he gestured with his hand for Teagan to join him. Bueller instantly regretted denying Teagan a round of catch when he heard the “girl” talk rearing its ugly head. “Hey, there are a bunch of girls in our house and I see you running into a lot of them, so I’m not exactly sure which “girl” you are referring to.” If anything bothered Bueller it was girl talk. Girls to him were a big, emotional mystery. It’s not that he didn’t like them; he would simply prefer to discuss more important things like sports and large sea vessels. Heck, he would even settle for tree talk. “So are you going to enter her into the science fair?” asked Bueller as he let out a large laugh. Teagan’s projects always ended in disaster and Bueller felt almost guilty for allowing him to venture off into such volatile territory. Calming himself and his laughter Bueller tried to be serious, “Sorry.” he said as he cleared his throat. “So what’s the hypothesis or theory, better yet who is she?” __________________ mischief managed. Last edited by BrightestWitch; 09-13-2010 at 12:37 AM.