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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Wednesday October 12th / 4:00pm
Location: By the Lake
Open To: Someone looking to have a slug in the face?! OR ANYONE. Numbers matter not.
Currently Involving: Ophelia Ballard, Mason Gibbs
Slugs were slippery creatures. Probably because of the whole slimy, greasy, sluggishness of them all. Though great fun to catch! If one was in the mood... Which Ophelia had been an hour ago, but so far only 5 measly slugs had shown their near unrecognizable heads. She was beginning to think she should have kicked a 1st year into doing it, as it had seemed much more exciting from the dull atmosphere of the Common Room.
"YARGH!" she shreeched, splashing at the water in annoyance. HA! LOOK. She caught one! Dear thing was climbing up her shoe! Ophelia plied the slug off and wiggled it around furiously.
"There, now into the jar..." she threw him into a jar a few feet away and called back at it, "...CHARLES! AS THAT IS YOUR NAME."
Alright, 6 down, 800 trillion to go.
Location: By the Lake
Open To: Someone looking to have a slug in the face?! OR ANYONE. Numbers matter not.
Currently Involving: Ophelia Ballard, Mason Gibbs
Slugs were slippery creatures. Probably because of the whole slimy, greasy, sluggishness of them all. Though great fun to catch! If one was in the mood... Which Ophelia had been an hour ago, but so far only 5 measly slugs had shown their near unrecognizable heads. She was beginning to think she should have kicked a 1st year into doing it, as it had seemed much more exciting from the dull atmosphere of the Common Room.
"YARGH!" she shreeched, splashing at the water in annoyance. HA! LOOK. She caught one! Dear thing was climbing up her shoe! Ophelia plied the slug off and wiggled it around furiously.
"There, now into the jar..." she threw him into a jar a few feet away and called back at it, "...CHARLES! AS THAT IS YOUR NAME."
Alright, 6 down, 800 trillion to go.