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Post by Nyssa Pond on Jun 23, 2010 21:57:30 GMT -6
"I know you will," Nyssa said. "I'll miss you too." She got down from the case going back to her usual short self.
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Post by Jake Crawley on Jun 23, 2010 21:58:42 GMT -6
Jake hugged her, leaning down to kiss her temple. "Night my Nyssa."
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Jun 23, 2010 22:01:15 GMT -6
Nyssa squeezed him tight, "Goodnight, Jake."
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Post by Jake Crawley on Jun 23, 2010 22:02:50 GMT -6
Jake smiled brightly, kissing her one more time before he left for Gryffindor.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Jun 23, 2010 22:04:29 GMT -6
Nyssa left shortly after Jake heading in the opposite direction.
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Post by Charlotte Eldridge on Jun 27, 2010 10:20:16 GMT -6
Charlotte entered what looked like a trophy room, helped in by Blake, the boy who's journal she had read and he, hers. She picked a few pieces of chalk out of her hair, hoping that she had gotten them all. "So that was Peeves, huh?" she asked the boy.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 10:22:15 GMT -6
Blake brushed some stray bits out of his own hair and tried to get the powdered part of the object out by patting the strands, "Apparently so Miss Eldridge. That, I do believe, was my first time meeting the unpleasant man." He clutched his book and looked around curiously for he had never been here either, another first, "Do you think he is gone?"
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Post by Charlotte Eldridge on Jun 27, 2010 10:25:53 GMT -6
"I don't know," Charlotte said, listening at the door for him.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 10:27:05 GMT -6
Blake resisted fidgeting for it was unlike a gentleman to do so in the presence of others, especially a lady, so he stood still in a casual stance behind her as she listened, "Anything, Miss Eldridge?"
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Post by Charlotte Eldridge on Jun 27, 2010 10:28:52 GMT -6
"I can't hear anything," she said. She decided that she would peek out of the door to look for him. Charlotte took the door knob in her hand and attempted to turn it, but it would not do so. "It's locked," she said, surprised.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 10:32:28 GMT -6
Blake gently brushed Charlotte aside and tried to cast a very simple alohomora but even that seemed to fail as he attempted to turn the handle to find it still tightly locked, "That horrible-- of all things to do on a Sunday, being locked into a room was not something upon my nearly empty agenda." He tried again but it still didn't work though he hadn't expected it to.
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Post by Charlotte Eldridge on Jun 27, 2010 10:34:32 GMT -6
"Peeves!" Charlotte called to the poltergeist. Through the door, she could hear the faint sing-song mocking of Peeves. "I wasn't planning on being here either."
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 10:36:58 GMT -6
Blake offered the girl a seat and sat himself with his tome in his lap, "He has to open it sometime. Leaving us in here would be too cruel, especially for him." Throwing tantrum to some degree would be something the poltergeist would probably enjoy anyhow.
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Post by Charlotte Eldridge on Jun 27, 2010 10:38:47 GMT -6
"Really? I would expect him to just leave us here to rot," Charlotte said, taking the seat offered to her. Worse than being stuck in a closet was being stuck in a closet with a stranger who had read who knows how much of her most private thoughts.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 10:40:14 GMT -6
Blake was still resisting the urge to fidget and could no alleviate it though it got worse when he felt her eyes occasionally glance at him. Quite contrary to awkward, he smoothly intoned a simple question as a hand came to rest upon his book, "How are you this almost pleasant morning?"
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