|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:40 am
These jeans are men's actually. *Mutters mutinously to himself as he goes through the cabinets for said wine; hides a smile*
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:47 am
*Frowns at the absolute devastation in the kitchen, splattered chocolate, melted marshmallow slop, and a plethora of scattered nuts, sprinkles, and candies splashed on most surfaces, melted icecream congealed on the table and counter*
So. Ginny's going to be home in three hours.
*Glances back at his children, an eyebrow arched questioningly* Who wants to make ten galleons?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 12:03 pm
Yeah... no.
I'm going to see if Leah's home.
*walks past Harry and slams out the front door*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 12:43 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:11 pm
stare
*Doesn't even bother saying anything as he follows after his siblings, not having even participated in the killing of so much innocent junkfood*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:16 pm
sweatdrop
Well alright.
*Glances at the kitchen again, frowning*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:22 pm
*Pauses as he stops in the kitchen doorway, flinching a bit at the smack of sweet smell to his senses* Whoa, you got enough ice cream, Harry?
*Gives a smile to his best friend's father, not holding any ill will towards the Boy Who Lived*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:52 pm
*Follows Clay into the house, his stance relaxed as he views the mess as well* Should only take an hour between the two of us, Harry. Not like I have anything much to do today... *Pauses, raising his head to peer out the kitchen window, spotting a familiar little girl jumping roofs the next street over; nudges Clay silently and nods*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:54 pm
*Grins sheepishly* I won't say no to some help, that's for sure.
*Chuckles* Actually, I think I was the only one that ate any. Turned into more of a foodfight than a snack...
*Oblivious to his daugher's antics outside*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 8:04 pm
*Looks to see what Rex is nudging him for before smirking softly and moving past him, pausing only briefly to nudge his cheek against the other male's before slipping out the back door*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 8:08 pm
....The kids have all abandoned us. sweatdrop
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 8:10 pm
*Frowns lightly at being lumped in with the non-kids, but brushes it free by picking up a roll of papertowels* So let's do this s**t. *Grins, comfortable and friendly*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
