Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5297572-20160911205952/@comment-26423188-20160925021507

((*very late*))

“Dammit!” The Slytherin hissed to her housemate. “It’s been five minutes since the feast ended and we’ve already lost your brother!” Merana stuffed the well-chosen snacks she took from the feast table into her robe pockets and tugged the arm of the other fifth-year, dragging her through the hordes of students that were retreating to their comfortable common rooms.

"Dude, can you not dislocate my arm? I mean, this is Dami after all, he's probaby back at his puffball common room." Desdemona fluffed up her stubborn, jagged haircut with her other hand. "But I'll go along and help find him, because I'm a great sister y'know," she smirked. "Don't doubt my sib-skills, I'll find Dami!"

"Dislocated arms are for the weak! I might amputate you by accident actually. Oh and he's definitely not at the common room," The taller of the two rolled her eyes. "I think your fascination with fire increased his fear of it. He's not going near a place with a fireplace unless he absolutely has to."

The two Slytherins ambled through the crowd, Merana having more luck with weaving in and out to search for a certain puffball when another one popped up besides her. "Hiya, MerMer!" Vega chirped and waved. "If you're lookin' for Dami he's somewhere soMEHOW telling horrible jokes and PEOPLE! are laughin' at 'em! Unbelieva'le, right?"

Desi caught up to Merana and grinned. "Found him! Using horrible puns as per usual."

-let's change perspective-

Dami was quite literally, the embodiment of wrong place, wrong time, wrong acion. Here he was, wandering vacantly and wearing a gift from a friend(a rather fine auburn wig, except that it was obviously feminine) whilst thinking about jokes. Lo and behold, he just had to saying something out loud and his good-natured housemates had laughed. And then he stopped at the commotion surrounding... a bench??

Another student has said, '''❝ Watch your step. ❞ There was no kindness in her smile. ❝ I don't like the way you tell jokes by the way."'''

Dami's thoughts raced through his head. "W-well it's not like I'll interact with, er, you on purpose so. uh.. your opinion doesn't r-really matter?" He defensively replied.

And then something in his mind clicked, he remembered a certain Throneblr post he'd seen browsing the web.

"You should do better. ❞

 Don't say it, don't it, he thought, but it was too late.

"I american, and I amerishould, but I ameriwon't."

And then he backed up, absolutely dreading what would happen, and tripped over the bench.

-change perspective again!-

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh no, that pun was horrible," Desi pouted, "He should definitely do better."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yeah well I'm betting he regrets it too," Both Slytherins surveyed the completely chaotic scene.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">((So I tried to link these two together and failed. BTW, yes Dami is the "auburn haired girl" and he did trip over the bench.))