Verdance

Yeah uh so idk what to do at this point, somehow after all that Coco was village, which means I’m almost definitely being voted out this round and will get to see the dead doc and finally know who the elims are cause these elims are brilliant if we haven’t gotten a single one so far. So uh, how did Owl Mail and Friendship go? @Through the living Wahr @DrakeMarshall

Emoticons such as :3

Pretty sure we’re able to play the game now? Right?

D

So. I suck at this game, cause if Coco was village I don’t know who isn’t. I am back to useless.

It turns out the Snitch is Accio-proof. Orry stares at the student whose broom he has just fallen onto. Then he knocks him out into the stands, and takes position as a Chaser, waiting for the rest of Gryuffleclaw to get into formation for the game.

Whaaaaat what are you talking about couldn’t be me

C++

*Unrepotatoesthepotato the repotatoesthepotato*

Monty Python

[redacted] dammit, not allowed to threaten people with violence on the Shard good joke tho

Someone else looks back. Night is busy fighting Charnyx, but as she noticed a planet below her begin to be swallowed up by black clouds, she redoubled her efforts, stabbing fiercely at Charnyx before casting a shooting star down to the planet, lighting up the sky for a few minutes as it burned through the atmosphere.

Let’s composite all the other houses into a team!

Orry danced in a circle, trying to step on the hem of his robes to put them out. Eventually he did. Then he tripped (tends to happen when you stand on the end of your robes) and fell off a viewing tower, onto someone else’s occupied broom.

Living before digital technology

*unpotatoes the potato*

Good point. Continuity doesn’t apply to April Fool’s Day, obviously. They’re still disqualified, though. right right?

Orry, caught up in the spur of the moment (and also angry his house is disqualified on the grounds of Orry being the entire team), attempts to yank the grey wizard out of the air with a magical fire whip spell. Instead, he accidentally sets his robes on fire. Meanwhile, one of the players spontaneously falls off his broom for no apparent reason.

“Well I’m called 9/10mmHB#2, because my god has a sense of humor. Good to meet you, Afterimage.” 9/10 gave a somewhat genuine smile, for once. “Now, I’m going to take a storming nap and it would be rusting creepy for you to stare at me, so….” Suddenly, a Rift appeared in the air behind Afterimage, leading back to the previous plane of existence, albeit several hundred feet away. “Goodbye,” 9/10 said, drawing out the ‘oo’ slightly. —— Inkwell stabbed the dragon in the foreleg with vigor. He didn’t think about whether mordite was effective against other chaotic dark entities, but judging by the thoroughly enjoyable cry of agony as he did so, it was still ruthlessly effective. He allowed himself to revel in the moment, and while he hadn’t hit anything vital, what was the fun in instantly killing any enemy you fought? You had to draw it out, especially if it was a dragon. He growled, yanking the blade out of the wound, and slashed out against the dragon’s upper body.

“Hmmm.” The sensation is familiar to 9/10. “What was your name again?”

9/10mmHB#2 raised an eyebrow. “Sounds… pretty cool, actually. So you’re part Narrator, part Enuller?”

I transmogrify the potato into tater tots and eat them :3

For the next *checks watch* five hours and fifty four minites, I am peak brainrot. have yall seen any of those old videos by Bosnian Ape Society peak middle school memories

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