Post by gryphon on Aug 29, 2007 4:59:04 GMT -5
How many more times did this have to happen?
"YES, my name is Gryphon- NO I'm not In Gryffindor you... ninnys. And no I didn't escape from the friggin Care of Magical Creatures class!"
Her little fists where clenched by her sides and turning white. Although she was smaller in size, the Mihael girl seemed to not be aware of other students bulk or higher standing.
Wellll-I dunno. Guys I think it would be the right thing to take ickle grifffie back to her pen out back...Professor Black is probably worried sick.
The sniggering was pretty much itching at her in all its lame glory. And now alone sitting on the monkey bars she couldn’t help but roll her eyes irritably at the recent memory. Seriously? Who says that kind of crap? Just cause she was second year-easy pickin meat. All in good fun o.O. They had also ruffled her hair at some stage…Just before they left.
Gryphon looked at her checkered van shoes dangling loosely towards the ground, wiggling her toes beneath the black and white material. So far they had said the same line several times over this week. “Doubt they’ll get tired of it, heh, way too funny,” she scoffed putting on a voice for the last words. It was tradition in her family to name children after winged creatures and beings. As silly as it was her parents were always very proud of it.
Gryphon rolled her eyes again, this time leaning all the way back atop the monkey bars, her legs sliding into place as she hung upside down. Blonde hair falling out of her face instantly revealing her blank contemplative features. Arms lolling towards the grass beneath in effects to gravity.
“What weirdos.”
"YES, my name is Gryphon- NO I'm not In Gryffindor you... ninnys. And no I didn't escape from the friggin Care of Magical Creatures class!"
Her little fists where clenched by her sides and turning white. Although she was smaller in size, the Mihael girl seemed to not be aware of other students bulk or higher standing.
Wellll-I dunno. Guys I think it would be the right thing to take ickle grifffie back to her pen out back...Professor Black is probably worried sick.
The sniggering was pretty much itching at her in all its lame glory. And now alone sitting on the monkey bars she couldn’t help but roll her eyes irritably at the recent memory. Seriously? Who says that kind of crap? Just cause she was second year-easy pickin meat. All in good fun o.O. They had also ruffled her hair at some stage…Just before they left.
Gryphon looked at her checkered van shoes dangling loosely towards the ground, wiggling her toes beneath the black and white material. So far they had said the same line several times over this week. “Doubt they’ll get tired of it, heh, way too funny,” she scoffed putting on a voice for the last words. It was tradition in her family to name children after winged creatures and beings. As silly as it was her parents were always very proud of it.
Gryphon rolled her eyes again, this time leaning all the way back atop the monkey bars, her legs sliding into place as she hung upside down. Blonde hair falling out of her face instantly revealing her blank contemplative features. Arms lolling towards the grass beneath in effects to gravity.
“What weirdos.”