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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 3, 2008 0:50:17 GMT
Only a fool would give Prue a few too many cupcakes then leave her without a chaperon, unless of course her brother had done this on purpose just to see what would happen. Actually, come to think of it, that would be quite typical of Caleb. But reason wasn't with her but only a buzz of happiness that would surely span a few more hours. It took barely an ounce of sugar to put Prue in a good mood, and any more than that was just an overkill sugar high.
It was apparent that she had too much energy and enthusiasm for the tiny common room, as most of the students in there were making interminable shushing noises at her while they tried to study. Party poopers, the lot of them. So Prue headed towards the lawns, where she was sure that most of the people out there were more interested than getting out of the cramped castle rather than enjoying the chilled, autumn air. The closest way was through the hall of armor, which she'd been hearing a lot about lately. Strange happenings apparently followed that place, and she walked through it with wide eyes that either looked scared or completely enthralled. As she passed, a couple of them made threatening squeaking noises that were reminiscent of someone cracking their knuckles.
Not that she noticed because of the cloud of optimism that seemed to follow her around today, and there probably wasn't anyone who could bring her down. Or, if they did, she'd probably go down fighting. As she stepped outside she heard the faint sound of mew, and her eyes instantly went to the spot. Oh how she adored cats, it was almost genetic considering they always had a few around the house. Then of course, she had Harrietta who was probably the most spoiled animal on the planet. Her lips broke into a smile as she located the cat, circling it's master and begging for a petting, like most cats.
Ignoring her manners, Prue headed straight towards the girl and bent down, letting her hands rest on her knees. "Is this your cat? Boy, she sure is beautiful." She dragged out the last word for emphasis and added a gesture with one of her hands. "She's a pure breed, right? Looks like one I saw in a book of mine..." She added, mostly talking to herself for that bit since it probably wasn't interesting at all to the person on the receiving side.
Then, after her sugar high finally let her delayed reaction go through, she threw up both of her hands at once. "Oh, How rude of me! Hi, I'm Prue, in case your like me and can't put a name to my face." She said with a smile, looking up at her and taking in her reaction carefully. She didn't have her school robes on, but hey, it was the weekend and neither did Prue. Not like it really mattered much to her, houses just gave her an excuse to judge someone prematurely.
[Such a crappy post..excuse the rambling.] |
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