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CharGryffindor · 10-07-2010, 07:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by xiiWishiWasYours

Katrina shook her head and grinned. "Psh, yes they are! Gryffindors are most definitely evil," she argued. Katrina laughed at his made up word. "Well, Slytherins are the coolest, most slyest, freaktastic people ever," she said. And Slytherin was obviously the best house in Hogwarts.

"Noo," she said. Psh, she wished that way when her little sister was sick all she had to do was give her a bit of a pepper-up potion. Katrina giggled. "Don't miss it too much," Katrina said, smirking. She was never giving it back. Never. Hehehe. Too warm and comfortable. And it smelled nice. And then if he got a new one... maybe Katrina would just do a little switch. Yup.

Katrina frowned. "You are not fine," she sighed. "You could get sick," she said, frowning. And then he was going to catch a cold. And then he won't be at work. And then Katrina would miss him. And blame herself for taking his hoodie. And then it would be a huge mess.

Jamie smirked. "So NOT evil. Gryffindor is the bestest house ever. We're the good guys." He smiled. They sooo were. Everyone knew what house HP used to be in, and which house You-Know-Who was in, afterall. And that just PROVED his point.

He pouted playfully. "Fine. I'll just get a new, better one. It doesn't matter." He said, fake glaring at her. She could keep that jumper. He wasn't joking about getting a new one though. He did kinda need to go shopping for new clothes anyway; all of his stuff wouldn't making him look too smart in the office. Plus, he needed to get Christmas presents to send off to parts of the world. Fun. He groaned internally.

.. Then he groaned for real, and rolled his eyes, before staring directly into Katrina's. "I'm FINE, I promise. I don't get sick. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself! You look freezing." He said, his eyes narrowing. Maybe the jumper wasn't working? But if it wasn't... why didn't she just give it back? Jamie was confused..

SPOILER!!: Division Heads

Quote:

Originally Posted by Poisonedbyyou

"Thank you, Scarle-"

Laura was cut off in her thank you to her helpful fellow division head by something strangely out of place. At least, on a Muggle sidewalk. She turned her eyes mid-sentence toward whatever it was that was hopping around nearby. Brown, old, and ugly; she recognized it immediately as an enchanted boot. Oh, how ironic it was.

Amused by the way the boot was hopping about, Laura turned full-body toward it. It was silly, but no Muggles were stopping to gawk at it, and she had to remind herself about how unaware of their surroundings non-magical people could be. Seriously, it was a boot. Hopping. On it's own. Come on.

Laura grinned a little at the magical boot. Boots were one of her most favorite type of shoe, but the old, holey, manky kind of boot had become like a well-known symbol in the wizarding world. Especially, at least, in the Ministry Transportation department. Boots equaled Portkeys! She took a step toward the boot, which she was certain was a Portkey, and paused, looking around at the others.

"Okay, everyone. Here's our ticket back," she announced. Her eyes met everyone in the group to make sure that they all understood to touch the Portkey to be transported back and no one would be left behind. "Armen's probably sent it and is waiting in the office. Which most likely means he's got control over the figurine situation," Laura said. "Meet you all back there."

Then, she reached down for the boot. And poofed.

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

When Laura stopped talking mid-sentence Scarlet at first thought it was a tad rude before she took notice of something that was hopping around on the sidewalk. On a muggle sidewalk magical things were a rare sight and something usually frown upon considering the fact that muggles weren’t supposed to know that magic existed.

Scarlet studied the old, brown and quite battered boot as it hopped around seemingly trying to catch someone’s attention. The muggle’s walking past and around the little group didn’t stop or even glance in the boots direction which made Scarlett think that it had a purpose. Smirking she watched as Laura once again took charge of the situation.

The Boot was of course a PORTY KEY. As Laura explained to the other employee’s that the boot had been sent by Mr Recard to let them know that things were under control again Scarlet just eyed the thing with distaste. The port key was in her opinion the WORST means of transportation ever created. The blond senior division head disappeared with a poof.

Turning to the employees milling about she said "What are you ALL waiting for? Hop to it! Mr Recard is waiting for us." Not having any patience to wait to see if the employees had any queries or concern’s the dark haired woman took a hold of the port key and Poofed!

Jamie's head whipped round when the Division Heads started talking. Oh, so it was back to the office? Made sense. He watched them disappear, then turned to Katrina. "Shall we..." He said, holding out his hand for her to take.

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CharGryffindor Firecrab Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Pigfarts, Mars. Posts: 925 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rubiey O'Rielly Fourth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by xiiWishiWasYours Katrina shook her head and grinned. "Psh, yes they are! Gryffindors are most definitely evil," she argued. Katrina laughed at his made up word. *"Well, Slytherins are the coolest, most slyest, freaktastic people ever,"* she said. And Slytherin was obviously the best house in Hogwarts. "Noo," she said. Psh, she wished that way when her little sister was sick all she had to do was give her a bit of a pepper-up potion. Katrina giggled. "Don't miss it too much," Katrina said, smirking. She was never giving it back. Never. Hehehe. Too warm and comfortable. And it smelled nice. And then if he got a new one... maybe Katrina would just do a little switch. Yup. Katrina frowned. *"You are not* fine," she sighed. "You could get sick," she said, frowning. And then he was going to catch a cold. And then he won't be at work. And then Katrina would miss him. And blame herself for taking his hoodie. And then it would be a huge mess. Jamie smirked. "So NOT evil. Gryffindor is the bestest house ever. We're the good guys." He smiled. They sooo were. Everyone knew what house HP used to be in, and which house You-Know-Who was in, afterall. And that just PROVED his point. He pouted playfully. "Fine. I'll just get a new, better one. It doesn't matter." He said, fake glaring at her. She could keep that jumper. He wasn't joking about getting a new one though. He did kinda need to go shopping for new clothes anyway; all of his stuff wouldn't making him look too smart in the office. Plus, he needed to get Christmas presents to send off to parts of the world. Fun. He groaned internally. .. Then he groaned for real, and rolled his eyes, before staring directly into Katrina's. "I'm FINE, I promise. I don't get sick. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself! You look freezing." He said, his eyes narrowing. Maybe the jumper wasn't working? But if it wasn't... why didn't she just give it back? Jamie was confused.. SPOILER!!*: Division Heads* Quote: Originally Posted by Poisonedbyyou "Thank you, Scarle-" Laura was cut off in her thank you to her helpful fellow division head by something strangely out of place. At least, on a Muggle sidewalk. She turned her eyes mid-sentence toward whatever it was that was hopping around nearby. Brown, old, and ugly; she recognized it immediately as an enchanted boot. Oh, how ironic it was. Amused by the way the boot was hopping about, Laura turned full-body toward it. It was silly, but no Muggles were stopping to gawk at it, and she had to remind herself about how unaware of their surroundings non-magical people could be. Seriously, it was a boot. Hopping. On it's own. Come on. Laura grinned a little at the magical boot. Boots were one of her most favorite type of shoe, but the old, holey, manky kind of boot had become like a well-known symbol in the wizarding world. Especially, at least, in the Ministry Transportation department. Boots equaled Portkeys! She took a step toward the boot, which she was certain was a Portkey, and paused, looking around at the others. "Okay, everyone. Here's our ticket back," she announced. Her eyes met everyone in the group to make sure that they all understood to touch the Portkey to be transported back and no one would be left behind. "Armen's probably sent it and is waiting in the office. Which most likely means he's got control over the figurine situation," Laura said. "Meet you all back there." Then, she reached down for the boot. And poofed. Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch When Laura stopped talking mid-sentence Scarlet at first thought it was a tad rude before she took notice of something that was hopping around on the sidewalk. On a muggle sidewalk magical things were a rare sight and something usually frown upon considering the fact that muggles weren’t supposed to know that magic existed. Scarlet studied the old, brown and quite battered boot as it hopped around seemingly trying to catch someone’s attention. The muggle’s walking past and around the little group didn’t stop or even glance in the boots direction which made Scarlett think that it had a purpose. Smirking she watched as Laura once again took charge of the situation. The Boot was of course a PORTY KEY. As Laura explained to the other employee’s that the boot had been sent by Mr Recard to let them know that things were under control again Scarlet just eyed the thing with distaste. The port key was in her opinion the WORST means of transportation ever created. The blond senior division head disappeared with a poof. Turning to the employees milling about she said "What are you ALL waiting for? Hop to it! Mr Recard is waiting for us." Not having any patience to wait to see if the employees had any queries or concern’s the dark haired woman took a hold of the port key and Poofed! Jamie's head whipped round when the Division Heads started talking. Oh, so it was back to the office? Made sense. He watched them disappear, then turned to Katrina. "Shall we..." He said, holding out his hand for her to take. __________________ When your lips touch mine, it's the kiss of life.