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    "What's an... A-merry-i-can? Never heard of it. Is it a kind of prey?" Blissfulpaw
    spoke up with a puzzled expression. Her paws threaded the ground nervously, as she
    should've known what it was. Nobody else questioned it or look lost ,as she noticed whilst scanning
    the faces of the crowd with her bright eyes, and bit the iside of her cheek.
    Was it some sort of secret Hogwarts thing? A prey party? The possibilites were endless.

    ["BYE DUDE! IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU!" Blissfulpaw hollered loudly after
    the retreating form of the tiger, uncertain whether or not the former Hufflepuff had even
    heard her. Maybe, maybe not. Bliss lifted her thick shoulders into a quick shrug and
    hesitated in leaving and returning to the castle. She wanted to see if anyone else would
    make comments about his sudden departure. She had barely knew him, heck she could barely
    recall his name, but he had seemed cool. And a tiger, that was always a bonus.

    "Sounds cool. Hope the Headmaster accepts." Blissfulpaw unintentionally mused
    aloud with a dazed look in her eyes. Her pawsteps were slow and sluggish in movement,
    as she had recently woken from a small nap. The tigress offered the winged cat (?) a sleepy smile,
    before sitting down. Parties were cool, even though she couldn't cook.


    /oh hi, I play Damara in prospit.

    is the cake idea from that one story with the countdown to
    march 2nd which started as a joke originally? :0


    golden ideas btw, I approve of them 100% too.
    I can volunteer bliss for the plant idea
    she could totally find a plant thinking its useful and give
    it to the medical people then somebody eats it
    or it could be a plant from one of their enemies disguised as an ally?
    bc drama.

    "Is there any normal food... like meat and plants and stuff? I can't...
    can't eat the twoleg stuff."

    the tiger called out to makarie uncertainty. The platter of food made her uneasy, her
    stomach had twisted itself into a knot as she glanced away displeased.
    "Tastes weird and plain, too." Bliss added quickly. She hated the walking things
    that destroyed everything in their path with almost every fiber of her being. Eating
    their food was kind of like betryal to her own kind.


    Especially the food, eek.

    "Prank? Prank on whom?" Blissfulpaw called out in a puzzled
    yet excited manner. Hmm, yes. She was totally okay with pranks as long as she wasn't
    the victim of it. "So we're doing a prank with legiliency? Are we going to do the candle thing again?"
    more impatient questions by the minute, yes. Blissfulpaw couldn't wait for everyone to get here,
    and she did wish her clanmates would hurry up.

    It was that weird sci-fi stuff again. She barely understood the twoleg show,
    let alone the cheesy references. Blissfulpaw rolled her eyes despite her grin,
    and awaited the presence of Makaburi. "When is the yule ball, anyways? I forgot."
    Blissfulpaw directed her question towards the Headmaster with a casual shrug.
    She hadn't been really listening to the date during the meeting, oops. She'd try
    harder next time to remember, and returned her attention to the whovian Ravenclaw.


    Blissfulpaw had nearly jumped out of her skin when the voice spoke,
    although she didn't. yes, that's me. She had silently thought after the hat had fallen
    silent. The awkward silence, except for the hat's occasional grunts, felt overwhelmingly
    suffocationing. She nervously threaded her paws against the floor in anticapation, and
    only sometimes did she look around the room with wonder. Was it just her
    or was this taking forever? When the voice spoke again, the apprentice's
    heart slowed and started beating again quickly. Did she hear right?
    It was up to her? "Wow, really? Both sound like..." she trailed
    off in thought, slowly frowning Both sounded like
    equally okay choices, and both had funny names.


    "...Hufflepuff. I choose Hufflepuff." Blissfulpaw finally decided
    and would confidently walk over to her chosen table after
    she took the hat off.

    The newly-dubbed Hufflepuff was doing something very uncharacteristically
    of her - she was, wait for it - reading. Or attempting to, because she couldn't actually read.
    Timepup probably had more reading ability than she did. Still, there Blissfulpaw was: sitting
    in the library behind a mountain of fallen books after her almost fatal attempt to climb it.


    Hopefully none of the Ravenclaws, Hedwig or the Headmaster found out she was responsible
    for the mess.


    She held a firm paw down on one of the pages, and leaned forward as she was thoughtfully observed
    - and sometimes irritated - at the tiny smudges known as words. Only she was
    mainly looking at the pictures, because it was a visual book. It was way better than that
    heavy book she had found earlier,that thing could kill somebody! It had a cool cover
    though, of someone riding a broomstick."Hmm, nope. Still can't read. Nice pictures though."
    Bliss loudly declared, before sheslammed the book shut. It was a medical book,
    with lots of plant pictures! Convenient for her and a reminder of the time a former close friend
    of hers and Nurse had showed her something similar once.


    "There has to be something here that'll help me read." Bliss hopefully mused,
    and took another long look around the room. She'd had to ask somebody else first, if the
    Ravenclaws didn't kill her for the mess first.

    Why was everybody always in the library? It felt incredibly suffocating
    in the place at times, as she had thought on many occasions. Blissfulpaw wandered over
    to the group and caught wind of the last bits of the discussion.
    "A book? What kind of book are you going to write?" Blissfulpaw questioned with a title
    of her head. Even if she wasn't a reader-type tiger, she could still pretend to be curious.