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[fifi_fo_fum]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club'/Monday, 13 March/4:00 PM
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: AAAAANNYONE
Currently Involving: Fio.. Finno... Fifiinnb... FIONNABHAIR

First day back in Hogwarts.  It was a blessing, honestly, to the saints above them and all else.  Her Mum was right about many things, including (but not limited to) the fact

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[peterquince]

Peter was bouncing back into the room, his arms full of sugary goodness. Who cares that he was bouncing off the walls already, sugar was good! ESPECIALLY Muggle sugar. Mmmmm Mountain Dew

[fifi_fo_fum]

Her eyes had just risen to the ceiling in frustration as Peter came in the room, so she had no clue that he was even there. Which was a pity, by the way, as she would have instantly flown from the couch to tackle him upon sight. Actually, on second thought that would have been quite bad, provided that his arms were full of food or what-not and she would have squished the lot of it. Peter was this adorable little thing and Fi treated him as she would treat her own little brother, provided that she had one

[peterquince]

Peter didn't notice that she was scared or caught off guard at all. Nope he was too busy getting off his own head and trying to see Fi clearly, because it had been SO LONG! Obviously her scream was because she was just so excited to see him. DUH.

"Well good! Wouldn't want your heart stopping now," he said with a grin, completely oblivious to the worry in her tone. It was just excitement.

Finally managing to flip over rightways, with some help from her, he was able to sit up straight and look at her. And that's when the bouncing started up. Up and down, up and down, it was a good thing that the couch was nice and soft, otherwise this wouldn't be good on his bum! "But you left! How did you get your parents to let you come back? How was it without school? Was it brilliant?"

[fifi_fo_fum]

Ohhh, Peter wanted to know what it was like to be out of school and where she went and all?

Fi had a story to tell.

Now, Fi was Fi and therefore could not keep the truth completely straight. She was a storyteller, after all. Storyteller that.. lightly embellished the truth! Not that he'd complain, she was sure. He was sure to love her stories just like everyone else.

Fi glanced around the room shiftily and leaned forward, beckoning for Peter to do the same. "Top secret," she explained with a serious nod and furrowed brows. "Can't tell a soul."

And with that, it began:

"My Da pulled me out n' all for a.. secret mission, right? Had t' go off t'... Africa! T' fight this tribe of horrid wizard aborigines that had been puttin' these runes about th' place n' causin' all sorts of chaos," she whispered, eyes bright and words tumbling out so quickly to the point that even she wasn't sure what she was saying. Aborigines? In Africa?! What? Anyway. "They were.. settin' fire to stuff n' cursin' th' lots and people were gettin'