acemclaggen:
Whaâ?
Are you deaf?

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@arbormchiggs
acemclaggen:
Whaâ?
Are you deaf?
Help.
@acemclaggen
larkollerton:
âGood thing Iâm already half past mental.â
Indulge me.
lilyslythers:
Finders keepers then?Â
Losers...
what-thepuck:
âAnd that sounds like something a loser would try to negotiate with the winner.â
So you admit it. Youâre the loser.
lorelaibeaumont:
Iâve decided to be jealous from a distance.Â
The little green monsterâs an ugly look.
lorelaibeaumont:
Darn. Alright then, go ahead and take it, lucky.
Boy, thatâs nice.
what-thepuck:
âThat doesnât mean anything.â
That sounds like something a loser would say.
Yes, and I saw it first.
larkollerton:
âNo questions. Alright?â He inquired casually, while his internal monologue sounded something like a reassurance of trust.
Being bored for so long drives you to do crazy things.
Lark grabbed for his books and backpack, and stood up. He had a plan, and he was keen on following it. Whether or not it piqued Arborâs interest, well⊠He would continue regardless. Company would be nice, though.Â
Arbor hated the idea of following behind. Like a bored puppy or sommat. This saved her the pain of diligently working, though, and for that she stood, too, and went to stand beside him. âAlright.â
Lark paused, letting his smirk lessen. âIâve got a mental idea.â
Put up or shut up.
Because Iâve never heard that one before.
âLike I said, donât jump out at people.â He replied as he lowered his wand.
Careful there, stumpy.
âDonât.â
Typical.
âYou really shouldnât jump out at people you know that right?â
Keep pointing your stick at a squib, then. Alriiighty.
Lark pulled out the chair across from Arbor, and plopped himself rather dramatically into the seat. âRubbish for you, then.â
âHow the fuck am I ever supposed to finish History of Magic now?â Arborâs smirk remained as she pushed aside the assignment.