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Post by Arya Rith on Sept 26, 2010 1:11:45 GMT -6
"Hm?" Arya was taken off guard. She felt her heart jump, afraid if she was in trouble. When her eyes met Kiba's, she clenched on the railing of the Astronomy Tower. Eyes wide, she bit her lip. Arya wasn't sure how to act normal, stay calm. "Kiiiiba," Arya stood up straight and smiled, her feet fidgeting around. "How was your summer?" ....wherever he lived.
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Post by Kiba Elm III on Sept 26, 2010 1:20:09 GMT -6
"Summer was good," Tobias said with a shrug. He could relax. It was Arya from Hufflepuff. She wouldn't turn him in for breaking the rules. The longer he watched her, the more interested Kiba became in Arya. Just as before, he couldn't help himself.
With a few quick movements, Kiba moved to Arya's side. He looked over the edge. "It's pretty awesome up here."
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Post by Arya Rith on Sept 26, 2010 1:26:44 GMT -6
"Uh, yeah. It is pretty awesome," Arya's legs felt shaky, her heart was racing, and her palms were sweaty. She walked to the actual building and leaned against it. "It's a lot colder up here than down there," Arya said, her throat dry.
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Post by Kiba Elm III on Sept 26, 2010 1:32:55 GMT -6
Kiba turned to face Arya. He looked at her with sly smile. "Are you cold?" Kiba had been waiting to reunite with Arya. He had a lot planned for this year. He walked over to her. Kiba swallowed and wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes.
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Post by Arya Rith on Sept 26, 2010 1:38:15 GMT -6
Arya raised an eyebrow. What was up with Kiba? "Are- is this a bet?" she asked, her head turning away from Kiba. She didn't want to talk to him if this was some sick joke. He obviously was hit over the head over the summer. How could he move on after being a big jerk, liar face whose annoying and hits him with broomsticks.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Sept 30, 2010 18:08:57 GMT -6
Blake was leaning at the edge of the banister that surveyed the grounds with a book propped open in hand. His eyes scanned the lines serenely as his scarf gave a flutter in the autumn breeze; the weather was gentle, like he breath of a sleeping child, and he was enjoying it to its fullest potential along with one of his most frequented activities, reading. He may be back to what one would call his "old" self but that didn't change activities he fell in step with, and in love with. There was a pause that broke his peace when more memories dared to nudge and pester his inner walls of calm, thoughts of a bright-eyed Gryffindor surfacing: Emery.
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