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Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Promises and Plans’/Friday 14 Oct/ 4:21 PM
Location: Great Hall
Open to: Anyone who HASN'T had a thread with Dustin before, and isn't going to yell (so...no Slyths?)
Currently involving: Dustin Alden
((OOC: he only had two threads this week and it was killing me. So I figure a short little thread extra would be nice for him. XD ))
Dustin was probably breaking some sort of unwritten rule. Every once in awhile he lifted his head up, scanned the area, and lay back down when he was satisfied that he wasn't in any trouble. He was lying on a table in the Great Hall, watching the enchanted ceiling in awe. It was almost better than being outside. He had been earlier, but if he got any more Quidditch practice, he was afraid he'd use up all his talent before any matches, and then he'd be of no use. Not good to be of no use when you're the Captain.
"Hey you! Yes you! Cloud shaped like a chicken! You aren't fit to show your face around here!" Dustin said loudly, shaking his finger at the... er, sky?
He laughed, goofy as always, and watched as the cloud finally passed out of sight. He felt the urge to scan the room again, but couldn't bring himself to lift up his head. Too comfortable, too content.
Location: Great Hall
Open to: Anyone who HASN'T had a thread with Dustin before, and isn't going to yell (so...no Slyths?)
Currently involving: Dustin Alden
((OOC: he only had two threads this week and it was killing me. So I figure a short little thread extra would be nice for him. XD ))
Dustin was probably breaking some sort of unwritten rule. Every once in awhile he lifted his head up, scanned the area, and lay back down when he was satisfied that he wasn't in any trouble. He was lying on a table in the Great Hall, watching the enchanted ceiling in awe. It was almost better than being outside. He had been earlier, but if he got any more Quidditch practice, he was afraid he'd use up all his talent before any matches, and then he'd be of no use. Not good to be of no use when you're the Captain.
"Hey you! Yes you! Cloud shaped like a chicken! You aren't fit to show your face around here!" Dustin said loudly, shaking his finger at the... er, sky?
He laughed, goofy as always, and watched as the cloud finally passed out of sight. He felt the urge to scan the room again, but couldn't bring himself to lift up his head. Too comfortable, too content.