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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 11:26:47 GMT -6
"If we've mostly forgotten words for they blur somewhat in mind's eye.. like the wings of a hummingbird," he turned to her, "Why should we continue to feel awkward?" Blake had regained his composure, a thumb running idly down the spine of the book upon his lap.
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Post by Charlotte Eldridge on Jun 27, 2010 11:28:41 GMT -6
"Yes, the awkwardness is unreasonable," Charlotte agreed.
((I have to go! Sorry!))
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 27, 2010 11:30:27 GMT -6
Blake laughed very lightly, almost as if the air he breathed had released the laugh and not his voice, "Then we should retry this." He stuck his hand out to her, "Blake Deimos, miss, Slytherin house. And you are?"
{No problems made, Miss Mariel. Retreat at your leisure.)
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Jul 10, 2010 10:09:46 GMT -6
Nyssa wandered into the Trophy Room. The weather was nice outside but she didn't really want to go out. She looked around at all the old trophies reading the names wondering who they all were.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Jul 10, 2010 10:31:01 GMT -6
Nyssa sighed and wandered away from the trophies and back out into the hall.
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Post by Cedric Diggory on Sept 7, 2010 3:08:47 GMT -6
Somehow, Cedric ended up on the third floor and inside the trophy room. He looked at everything with a new leisure and his wand in his hand lighting the way brightly. This was fairly relaxing but not enough.
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Proud to be a Puff.