Graduation
Jul. 17th, 2002 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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demelzagirl!!!
Heads turned and rugged men swooned, as the Lady Demelza swept down the aisle. Her splendid gown rustled as she passed, upsetting flower arrangements and microphones. Her cheeseboard sat jauntily yet elegantly atop her smart yet worldly bob. As she ascended the podium steps, her gown parted only momentarily to reveal the tiny Dominic-insignia embroidered upon her shirt's breast pocket. A subdued beeping sound could be heard beneath the voluminous folds of her robe; however, nobody was paying attention as they were too dazzled by the mere presence of the Lady. Nobody paid attention, nobody knew the source of the beeps. Only the Lady Demelza herself knew and a secret smile played across her lips.
Inside the small handbag, concealed under her gown, the miniature toaster and the handheld battery-propelled fan started humping furiously. The fan's whirring rotorblades grated roughly within the toaster's fanged double slots. On-and-off lights blinked pantingly as the automatic ejector spring enfolded the rotors in one last convulsive movement.
Crumbs spurted everywhere, sullying the Lady's secret notepads and pencils.
In the outside world, thunderous applause greeted the arrival of the pro-vice-chancellor.
demelzagirl!!!Heads turned and rugged men swooned, as the Lady Demelza swept down the aisle. Her splendid gown rustled as she passed, upsetting flower arrangements and microphones. Her cheeseboard sat jauntily yet elegantly atop her smart yet worldly bob. As she ascended the podium steps, her gown parted only momentarily to reveal the tiny Dominic-insignia embroidered upon her shirt's breast pocket. A subdued beeping sound could be heard beneath the voluminous folds of her robe; however, nobody was paying attention as they were too dazzled by the mere presence of the Lady. Nobody paid attention, nobody knew the source of the beeps. Only the Lady Demelza herself knew and a secret smile played across her lips.
Inside the small handbag, concealed under her gown, the miniature toaster and the handheld battery-propelled fan started humping furiously. The fan's whirring rotorblades grated roughly within the toaster's fanged double slots. On-and-off lights blinked pantingly as the automatic ejector spring enfolded the rotors in one last convulsive movement.
Crumbs spurted everywhere, sullying the Lady's secret notepads and pencils.
In the outside world, thunderous applause greeted the arrival of the pro-vice-chancellor.