Ratatouille Would Never
Andronica Evans ----- SLYTHERIN -- WITH : @Mikey Forville |
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Andronica had just opened the common room door with , sarang she decided she need to take her rat to class , while she putting her in her pocket sarang jumped out and started running , andronica yelped and ran after her quickly , this is NOT how she wanted her morning to go , she hadn't even had breakfast yet ! and now she was sprinting through the corridor like some deranged first-year , " Augh !! Sarang -- " she yelled , almost tripping over her boots, " Not now! " she finished with a groan , she didn't wanna have to run all over this school to find the little rat , her boots thudded against the floor as she ran , her robes blowing behind her as she ran , " ratatouille would never ! " she shouted at her rebellious rat , a mix of annoyance and disbelief , and than...
BAM
she collided hard into someone as she lunged to try and grabbed her rat , that was now escaped again , her bag had fallen off her shoulder , her books everywhere she She groaned inwardly, staring down at the poor soul she’d just steamrolled. Brilliant. " Hell , I'm sorry ! " she scrabbled to her feet , her eyes already scanning the hall " Damm it , sarang ! "
BAM
she collided hard into someone as she lunged to try and grabbed her rat , that was now escaped again , her bag had fallen off her shoulder , her books everywhere she She groaned inwardly, staring down at the poor soul she’d just steamrolled. Brilliant. " Hell , I'm sorry ! " she scrabbled to her feet , her eyes already scanning the hall " Damm it , sarang ! "
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Outfit: Slytherin robes with platform boots
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Ratatouille Would Never
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Mikey hadn’t even made it five steps out of the library when it happened. One second he was adjusting the stack of books in his arms—trying not to drop the one on top that kept sliding and the next, there was a thud, a blur of motion, and suddenly he was flat on the floor. Books skittered in every direction.
He blinked up at the ceiling for a second, trying to piece together what hit him—and why someone was yelling about Ratatouille. Then her face appeared overhead. Frazzled. Apologetic and still very much in pursuit of something. “Oh. Hey,” he said, still half on the floor, brushing off his sleeve. “Are you okay?”
A tiny streak of fur zipped down the corridor past them, and Mikey instinctively pointed after it. “Um… I think your rat just took a sharp left and might be making a run for the kitchens.” He looked up at her again, cracking a grin. “Is that normal, or should I be worried that I just got tackled by someone in the middle of a rat-based crisis?”
He pushed himself up and started gathering his books without complaint. “Honestly, no judgment. This morning’s already weird and I haven’t even had breakfast yet.” He handed her one of her books and gave her a sideways look. “But also,” he added, a little teasing now, “calling your rat Ratatouille? That’s a lot to live up to. I don’t see a chef’s hat anywhere.” He dusted off his robes and nodded toward the end of the hallway. “I’m Mikey by the way.” Then he added. “Want some help?”
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@Andronica Evans