lily luna potter
HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES CASHIER
393 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:04:14 GMT -7
WIZARDING ADULT
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Jul 16, 2019 11:04:46 GMT -7
Post by lily luna potter on Jul 16, 2019 11:04:46 GMT -7
10.26.2024 “Pulling it off the back of my chair doesn’t count as losing it, mate,” she hissed back, completely aware that it contradicted what she had said earlier, about it having fallen from the chair. It really didn’t matter because common courtesy meant he should have told her about it being on the ground, not pilfering it for himself. How was he going to explain a maroon scarf with a gold ‘H’ on it anyways? He wasn’t, that’s how. Regardless, Lily knew he was completely in the wrong and she was absolved from any wrong doing because she wasn’t the one committing petty crimes in the middle of the day. “Who said I’d use that sort of justice?” she threatened. All she had to do was catch him on or near a full moon and scare the living crap out of him...it was a fool proof plan in her head, even if he didn’t know it was her in werewolf form. Dangerous, sure, but she was positive she could keep herself under control long enough to knock some sense into his head. “I’ve got some scary friends you know. So stop squirming and turn out your pockets.” This time she was a little more forceful, grabbing onto the boy’s jacket and holding on tight as he tried to insult her. She only let go as it seemed he was going to start emptying out whatever it was she felt in his pockets.
First came a snow globe, smashed at her feet. His fast approach caught her off guard as he quickly placed another in her pocket, and then tried showing a pair of sunglasses and a purse at her. Lily slapped the latter away, letting it fall to the ground as well. Then her purse was dangling out in front of her face, and she snatched at it, missing as he twirled it around in his fingers and taunted her. “I don’t want your junk, just give it,” she swung out at his arm again, missing for a second time before it was tossed at her. She bobbled it in her hands and immediately jammed it back into her jacket pocket where it was supposed to be this whole time. “Screw off creep,” she yelled, throwing the sunglasses back at him and dropping the other snow globe on the ground. She didn’t want his stolen junk. It was worthless to her.
[go ahead and end it]
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Nathaniel David Forrester
HOGWARTS ALUM accidental magic reversal squad
301 posts
In a situationship with Evy
played by Chanel
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last online Apr 18, 2024 10:22:49 GMT -7
MINISTRY
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Sept 15, 2019 5:15:29 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Sept 15, 2019 5:15:29 GMT -7
SHE HAD A POINT BUT NATE DIDN'T HAVE THE stomach to agree with her. Instead he simply scoffed, as if she'd said something infinitely hilarious. But, he didn't have a fiery comeback to match. "What does it matter?" He shrugged. "I took it because it was there and I wanted it." He admitted, his tongue pressing against his front teeth, a smug expression on his sharpened face. This was, perhaps, the most truthful thing he'd ever said to her, but she still wanted some kind of infinite justice. Still smarting from being bested, he thought.
Nate took a cruel pleasure in taunting her, especially as she swatted at him, her purse swinging from his finger until he threw it at her. Their faces were both matching shades of red, and Nate was still seething as he made an attempt to one over on her one last time. But, she emptied the goods from her pockets as quickly as he put them there, seemingly tired of their game of tag long before Nate expected. The purse, apparently, had been the last straw.
"Your scary friends better watch their backs!" He sneered, his smile more teeth than anything else. "I've probably nabbed something from them too." Nate wasn't even trying to play innocent anymore. He didn't see the point, she'd already taken her measure of him and he wasn't frightened that she'd get him in trouble. He no longer had any proof. She had purse and her scarf.
His hands went in to his pockets, so suddenly empty that he felt a bit bereft, his fingertips already itching. "I think you're just mad you couldn't do it yourself." A step or two back - he didn't take much note to being called a creep. "Wear a green scarf next time." He told her boldly, his heels turning on the cobbles. "It suits me, you know." And then he turned and sidestepped in front of a family of four, obscuring his back to her as he disappeared in to the crowd.
[END]
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