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sweetpinkpixie · 10-10-2020, 02:38 AM

FoR tHe ReCoRd. Joshua Alphonse Miller had never made a poster in his life. His face just happened to be plastered on them for one reason or another whether that be quidditch related or because of the artistic endeavors of Skeet. The latter of which had not happened again in recent memory...unless by the grace of Merlin the memories had been erased during last term. Something he supposed was entirely possible.

It would really be in everyone's best interests right now if Noah did NOT mention that certain blonde Hufflepuff...because Josh was already tip toeing around landmines and fallen broomsticks trying not to say anything to his dormmate about ANYTHING. He liked to think of himself as trustworthy, but he would never EVER encourage ANYONE to perform a Fidelius Charm with him. Like, you know, he liked living and all that. AnYwAy. Just...best not to bring it up, only it was absolutely inevitable, because this Gryffindor had entirely too many opinions about things.

Including how little time Noah made for his dormmates and, well, Josh just found that aspect kind of unhealthy and couldn't entirely get behind it.

Lucky for them both, Josh was shooting back up as though Noah's lap were made of hot coals. He was even wiping and smacking his bum as though putting out some flames and wiping away soot. Just, well, he couldn't handle another miscommunication and copious amounts of awkwardness with another one of his dormmates. Thanks but, no thanks.

"Initiation? Huh?" Now that the flames had been put out, so to speak, he turned to look at Noah and then towards his own bed. So...yeah. There was his bed. Just...chillin there. "Uh...no. No? No."

A couple of finger jabs later to his own bed, Josh was heading over to it to sit down and tossed his shirt into his laundry hamper.

And then his stupid mouth opened again.

"So...swimming..."

10-10-2020, 02:38 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf FoR tHe ReCoRd. Joshua Alphonse Miller had never made a poster in his life. His face just happened to be plastered on them for one reason or another whether that be quidditch related or because of the artistic endeavors of Skeet. The latter of which had not happened again in recent memory...unless by the grace of Merlin the memories had been erased during last term. Something he supposed was entirely possible. It would really be in everyone's best interests right now if Noah did NOT mention that certain blonde Hufflepuff...because Josh was already tip toeing around landmines and fallen broomsticks trying not to say anything to his dormmate about ANYTHING. He liked to think of himself as trustworthy, but he would never EVER encourage ANYONE to perform a Fidelius Charm with him. Like, you know, he liked living and all that. AnYwAy. Just...best not to bring it up, only it was absolutely inevitable, because this Gryffindor had entirely too many opinions about things. Including how little time Noah made for his dormmates and, well, Josh just found that aspect kind of unhealthy and couldn't entirely get behind it. Lucky for them both, Josh was shooting back up as though Noah's lap were made of hot coals. He was even wiping and smacking his bum as though putting out some flames and wiping away soot. Just, well, he couldn't handle another miscommunication and copious amounts of awkwardness with another one of his dormmates. Thanks but, no thanks. "Initiation? Huh?" Now that the flames had been put out, so to speak, he turned to look at Noah and then towards his own bed. So...yeah. There was his bed. Just...chillin there. "Uh...no. No? No." A couple of finger jabs later to his own bed, Josh was heading over to it to sit down and tossed his shirt into his laundry hamper. And then his stupid mouth opened again. "So...swimming..." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like