Harold Eric Dingle (pl_harold) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-10-29 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, harold dingle, sally-ann perks |
Who: Harold Dingle and Sally-Ann Perks
What: Tales are the currency of the land...
When: Late night, nearing curfew
Where: Near the statue of the One-Eyed Humpback Witch
Rating: Probably mostly low
Incomplete || Closed
Harold wasn't sure if he was utterly convinced how much he should be sharing with Sally. It went against his every instinct. But something was pushing him, and he did know what it was... he just didn't want to admit it to himself...
He just liked having a friend.
Well if they were friends. He wasn't so sure. Then again, first the ball and him offering her discounts and bets he blatantly wouldn't take from anyone else (c'moooon, everyone knew Slytherin would win!)... Yeah, that was friendship. At least to him.
He stopped by the statue, apparently devoid of Sally, and pulled a sickle from his pocket. He had ways of entertaining himself whilst waiting, and his favourite by far was simply to roll his lucky sickle over the top of his hand and slip it between his fingers, giving the illusion that it simply fell off his hand and into nothing. A fun little activity and something that showed off just how skilled he'd gotten his fingers over the years.