Forty Third Run; Road Less Traveled

[hrairoo_lapine]

*For those that care to look, the very happy lil' ghost of a 5-6 year old boy can be seen exploring the castle, especially around Ravenclaw tower and outside. He had what looks like a big stuffed bunny with him, though sometimes you could almost swear that it was a real rabbit. And be warned, he only knows French

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[2blastias1nerd]

....[In which Rita raises an eyebrow at him]

[hrairoo_lapine]

*he figures out that it's a question of how, not of what*

Aah ... incendie.

*Since she was using pictures, he wanted to do it too. So he took the pencil from her and drew a little house with a little stick figure and a little bunnyrabbit. Then he drew flames around it and pointed to the picture*

Incendie. Notre ferme a brûlé.

[2blastias1nerd]

[O-oh...so that's what happened to him. Rita sighed, this is what happens when one gets too nosy. Guilt was written on her face for asking, especially when the boy looked like he was about five or six. She drew a sad face]

Sorry...

[hrairoo_lapine]

Pourquoi êtes-vous triste?

*he things for a moment, then takes the pencil back and draws a happy face*

Sourire. *smile~!*

[2blastias1nerd]

[Wasn't he sad to know what happened? She asked herself but maybe he simply didn't want to think about the past. She gave him another smile in response even if it does seem forced. Normally, the girl wouldn't do something like this but to know what happened was enough to break her tough exterior]