Forgotten Broom Closet

Amanda opened it up, glad to find it wasn't gross or anything, and it wasn't in use. Slipping into it, Amanda sat against the wall and began to let tears slip down her face.

Amanda Potter wrote:it wasn't in use

hurr.

hurhur.

Clyde was now walking with hi friend and they heard Amanda. Cllyde stopped.

"... Do you hear that?"

Clyde's friend looked at him. "Hear what?"

Sniffle sniffle. SOOOOOBB.

"That."

His friend edged over to the broom closet and put his hand on the doorknob. Then, he flung it open. "HYA!"

The door hit Amanda square in the nose. "BAKA!"

Clyde face palmed.

"Back-a?" He didn't get it.

Amanda glared at him for a moment.

"Now, what would happen if you flung open this closet door and it was Elroy's closet in use?"

He turned around, his eyes watering a bit. "Elroy was a god..."

Rashell L. passed by. "Yeah he was! Gorgeous, too!"

Clyde face palmed. Again

Amanda stared at Rashell.

He turned around again. "Aaaaanyway, who might you be?"

"I'm Rashell!" She said, butting into the conversation- yes, even though he wasn't asking her.

"Amanda Potter."

"POTTER? Whoa." He bowed and kissed Amanda's hand. "Wallace Ferdinand Vainglory III at your service."

Rashell made a face. "You're gross." Then left.

Amanda blinked. And blushed a tiny bit. "I'm just the unknown girl who lived, there's seriously no reason whatsoever to make such a show."

Clyde is one to face palm. So he did it, again!

[OOPS I DID IT AGAIN. [/hadto]]

[YESSS! WIN!]

"No, no, no. It's just that I've never seen anybody in my house as lovely... positively radiant as you, darling." He smiled.

I'm, I'm lovely? "Oh-gosh- thank-you...You're a Hufflepuff also? I haven't seen you around... What's your name?"

Clyde walked off. "Cya later."

Libby Brown wrote:[OOPS I DID IT AGAIN. [/hadto]]

[[I had a homemade latte in my hands, and choked on it, and spluttered. STOPIT. TT_TT]]

"Wallace Ferdinand Vainglory III," he repeated, ignoring Clyde.