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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Saturday, March 18th, 2006 / 1:22 PM.
Location: Random halls on the second floor
Open To: Lolita!
Currently Involving: Caine
Halls were good for many things. The whole, you know, getting you to places you needed to be was fairly essential. Plus they were an ever so wonderful place to socialize but neither of the aforementioned was their most important purpose. No, Caine Owen had figured out the true point of hallways long ago. They were the perfect place to sing. Not that Caine could sing; on the contrary, he had been called tone-deaf more times than he could count. But like details such as that could deter him from his mission to pollute the halls with song! Pfft. No, the halls simply BEGGED to be sung in, what with the vast areas of empty space and the wee little firsties hurrying nervously through the halls. Someone had to fill the silence and reassure the likkle ones that Hogwarts wasn’t a supah scary place and Caine liked to think of that as his duty to his school.
Currently he was bellowing out a song about socks that he had made up on the spot. Why socks, he had no idea, but he had just noticed that his did not match at all- one was a fiery Gryffindor red while the other was a rather dirty white- so that must have merited a song, right? Perhaps he would think up an accompanying dance later! Hur.
He had just made a rather unfortunate rhyme with ‘match’ and ‘thatch’ (as in Thatcher, GET IT? Well, he thought it rather clever) when lo and behold, someone rounded the corner. And ohohoho, it was none other than the wonderful- albeit slightly terrifying- Lolita Damon! Hee. The song was promptly forgotten when he gave a rather childish yelp of “DOLORES! Lo of the cherry lips and the silky shimmer!” (He thought those were rather trite and odd descriptions respectively but who was he to question great authors?)
He bounded over to her with the enthusiasm of a puppy and beamed at her cheekily. He had not talked to her in AGES, which may or may not have something to do with the fact that he was fairly certain that she hated him. But that would not stop him! He was in too good of a mood to let someone like Lolita ruin it.
Location: Random halls on the second floor
Open To: Lolita!
Currently Involving: Caine
Halls were good for many things. The whole, you know, getting you to places you needed to be was fairly essential. Plus they were an ever so wonderful place to socialize but neither of the aforementioned was their most important purpose. No, Caine Owen had figured out the true point of hallways long ago. They were the perfect place to sing. Not that Caine could sing; on the contrary, he had been called tone-deaf more times than he could count. But like details such as that could deter him from his mission to pollute the halls with song! Pfft. No, the halls simply BEGGED to be sung in, what with the vast areas of empty space and the wee little firsties hurrying nervously through the halls. Someone had to fill the silence and reassure the likkle ones that Hogwarts wasn’t a supah scary place and Caine liked to think of that as his duty to his school.
Currently he was bellowing out a song about socks that he had made up on the spot. Why socks, he had no idea, but he had just noticed that his did not match at all- one was a fiery Gryffindor red while the other was a rather dirty white- so that must have merited a song, right? Perhaps he would think up an accompanying dance later! Hur.
He had just made a rather unfortunate rhyme with ‘match’ and ‘thatch’ (as in Thatcher, GET IT? Well, he thought it rather clever) when lo and behold, someone rounded the corner. And ohohoho, it was none other than the wonderful- albeit slightly terrifying- Lolita Damon! Hee. The song was promptly forgotten when he gave a rather childish yelp of “DOLORES! Lo of the cherry lips and the silky shimmer!” (He thought those were rather trite and odd descriptions respectively but who was he to question great authors?)
He bounded over to her with the enthusiasm of a puppy and beamed at her cheekily. He had not talked to her in AGES, which may or may not have something to do with the fact that he was fairly certain that she hated him. But that would not stop him! He was in too good of a mood to let someone like Lolita ruin it.