Post by Sylph on Aug 15, 2009 7:23:45 GMT -5
“Yeah, I reckon so,” Sylph answered, flicking a stray shoulder length strand of purple hair out of her eyes as she glanced over at Talon and Rezna. It was odd; contrary to logic, now that her hair was shorter and straighter it actually seemed to be more likely to get in her face. “But,” she went on, wrapping her arms loosely around him again, ready to continue dancing. “Once this dance is over I think we might be able to steal a few moments just the two of us.” Sylph pointed her chin downward, but her eyes remained fixed on Forgoil’s. Looking up and him in this way gave her a strangely innocent look; her eyes looked wider and younger, but the teasing crooked grin was still pure Sylph. She leaned in slightly to his body, resting her chest against his warm solidness.
“Mind if I tell you something?” she continued, that knowing smile still tugging at her lips right up until something large and hairy landed on Forgoil’s shoulder. “You’ve got a tarantula on you.” Now there was an interesting sentence. Her tone was perfectly calm, but dark brows had arched high above her eyes in something resembling both alarm and interest. “Uh, c’mere,” she said, extracting herself from their embrace long enough to gently scoop the spider off of the sleeve of Forgoil’s suit. Holding the arachnid in both her hands – it was certainly a big one – she peered closely at it.
“Oh, you’re kinda pretty, aren’t you?” she said gently to the spider, as if it were a particularly cute and fluffy hamster. “Now, where did you come from?” She glanced upward, at the spot where the spider must have been launched from, but she failed to spot the perpetrator of the prank. Looking around her, however, she realised there were more of the beasties. Quite a lot more. Cupping the tarantula in her hands so that it didn’t crawl up her sleeve, she let out a sigh.
“Well, you said it, Froggy,” she said, the mood clearly broken, at least for now. “We’ve got to look after the students. And I guess this one falls more into my duties than yours, eh? Mistress of the beasts and all that…” Shooting him a look that quite clearly said ‘better luck next time’, she turned her back and began to round up the spiders.
“Oi, don’t do that!” she shouted angrily as a Slytherin student set fire to one of them. “Poor little critter – what did it do to you? Do you pick the wings off flies as well? And stop screaming,” she added to a small Ravenclaw girl who was shaking her leg frantically. “They’re not gonna hurt you.” The muttering continued as Sylph meandered away through the dance hall, leaving her poor Forgoil all alone.
“Mind if I tell you something?” she continued, that knowing smile still tugging at her lips right up until something large and hairy landed on Forgoil’s shoulder. “You’ve got a tarantula on you.” Now there was an interesting sentence. Her tone was perfectly calm, but dark brows had arched high above her eyes in something resembling both alarm and interest. “Uh, c’mere,” she said, extracting herself from their embrace long enough to gently scoop the spider off of the sleeve of Forgoil’s suit. Holding the arachnid in both her hands – it was certainly a big one – she peered closely at it.
“Oh, you’re kinda pretty, aren’t you?” she said gently to the spider, as if it were a particularly cute and fluffy hamster. “Now, where did you come from?” She glanced upward, at the spot where the spider must have been launched from, but she failed to spot the perpetrator of the prank. Looking around her, however, she realised there were more of the beasties. Quite a lot more. Cupping the tarantula in her hands so that it didn’t crawl up her sleeve, she let out a sigh.
“Well, you said it, Froggy,” she said, the mood clearly broken, at least for now. “We’ve got to look after the students. And I guess this one falls more into my duties than yours, eh? Mistress of the beasts and all that…” Shooting him a look that quite clearly said ‘better luck next time’, she turned her back and began to round up the spiders.
“Oi, don’t do that!” she shouted angrily as a Slytherin student set fire to one of them. “Poor little critter – what did it do to you? Do you pick the wings off flies as well? And stop screaming,” she added to a small Ravenclaw girl who was shaking her leg frantically. “They’re not gonna hurt you.” The muttering continued as Sylph meandered away through the dance hall, leaving her poor Forgoil all alone.