Poppy blushed furiously as she walked onto the stage, smiling warmly at Gandalf. She accepted the Downie floating over to her, while giggling at the confused faces of the audience. Lowering the microphone a good few inches...well, feet, she turned to face the audience.
"Uh...well, I really wasn't expecting this," she said, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. Clutching her Downie in her small hand, she continued.
"Of course, I could never have done this on my own..I'd just like to thank Gandalf and everyone else on Castle Maladil for helping me to get this Downie by giving me something much better to occupy my time with than the essay, and of course, Mr Barrow Wight himself, for starting this whole thing off. Incidentally, I did manage to get the essay finished, even if at 4am, so a little procrastination never hurt anyone! Thank you!"
Poppy drifted off the stage in a happy dream, all thoughts of her other essays and impending exams firmly placed at the back of her mind.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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