Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Jul 25, 2007 11:47:40 GMT -5
Popping out of the small hole that he had created in the cellar of the house, Rawnblade the badger dusted himself off before scampering up the stairs and rounding the corner to the living room. There Forgoil Halifirien was flopped out on his couch, feeling downright lazy at the moment, and he was absentmindedly twirled his wand in his right hand. Around him was quite the scene: he had put a lot of effort in today's hopeful festivities. He had changed the walls' colors to those of Hufflepuff's just for today, thought the way that he had arranged the yellow and black was very tastful: he just might leave it that way. Ribbons with the Hufflepuff colors hung off the ceiling and floating with hand's reach was a panpoly of assorted balloons.
And on the small coffee table that was near the couch that Frog was laying on was the crowning achievement. A chocolate cake comprised of three layers and handmade for that. The Scot wasn't a lot of things, but he was a good cook when he put his mind to it. And not in the magical style, but in the muggle way of using one's hands instead of enchanting everything that was needed. Near the cake was a box wrapped in color paper with a bow on top: it's purpose was pretty obvious. The question was would Charlotte show up?
Because Frog had been racking that grey-haired head of his with thoughts and he decided he had been too harsh that day at the Lake when she tried to apologize to him. Now it was his turn to apologize and hopefully she wouldn't give him a taste of his own medicine. Though to be frank, the lad probably deserved it. His eyes drifted over to the cake and briefly he wondered if he should've invited more people than just Charl and himself. There was no way that he could eat more than 2 pieces of that thing for risk of exploding. However the grandfather clock that came with the house continued to tick and Forgoil's eyes returned to the door as he waited for her arrival. Either that, or her just not showing up at all.
And on the small coffee table that was near the couch that Frog was laying on was the crowning achievement. A chocolate cake comprised of three layers and handmade for that. The Scot wasn't a lot of things, but he was a good cook when he put his mind to it. And not in the magical style, but in the muggle way of using one's hands instead of enchanting everything that was needed. Near the cake was a box wrapped in color paper with a bow on top: it's purpose was pretty obvious. The question was would Charlotte show up?
Because Frog had been racking that grey-haired head of his with thoughts and he decided he had been too harsh that day at the Lake when she tried to apologize to him. Now it was his turn to apologize and hopefully she wouldn't give him a taste of his own medicine. Though to be frank, the lad probably deserved it. His eyes drifted over to the cake and briefly he wondered if he should've invited more people than just Charl and himself. There was no way that he could eat more than 2 pieces of that thing for risk of exploding. However the grandfather clock that came with the house continued to tick and Forgoil's eyes returned to the door as he waited for her arrival. Either that, or her just not showing up at all.