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[zen_bucket]

Zen is bored out of her wits. She has, so far, painted her toenails red, changed her hair color from blond to brown and back again three hundred times in the space of an hour and she has lost her ball again. Now, with an air of extreme dejection, she flops onto the grass, underneath the Quidditch hoops and lets the sun warm her face. It is a lovely

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[pur_et_seul]

You know most people on the pitch come here to play. I take it you have different ideas.

[zen_bucket]

That I do, Mr. Black. The sun feels wonderful, you should try it. *peeks at him from underneath her eyelashes* Or are you 'most people'?

[pur_et_seul]

I suppose I am. I think you are more expected to sunbathe than I am.

[zen_bucket]

And I reckon, aside from dominant genetic structures, that's why you're such a pale little thing.

[padfootthegreat]

*pokes her* Zen...?

Are you dead?

[zen_bucket]

*large zombie voice*

SIRIUSSSSSSSS~

[padfootthegreat]

AAAAAAAAH!

[zen_bucket]

*cackles madly and then reaches over to unzip his pants*

YOUR FLY IS OPEN! YOU SHAMEFUL BOY!