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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 21, 2010 22:30:50 GMT -6
She nodded and smiled. "Sounds interesting." She laughed and shrugged. "I wish I was any good at potions." She laughed again and tilted her head.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 21, 2010 22:33:35 GMT -6
"It is very interesting." He smiled and rested against her. "You have me so you don't really need it."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 21, 2010 22:44:30 GMT -6
She nodded and laughed. "Fair enough. But in my OWLs I don't think I can have you do the homework for me."
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 21, 2010 22:46:11 GMT -6
"You have a valid point, but why do you need to pass the OWLs if you aren't going to continue?" He smiled.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 21, 2010 22:50:06 GMT -6
"Because I'd still like to do well." She laughed. "And who says I'm not going to continue?" She laughed and shrugged.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 21, 2010 22:55:39 GMT -6
He smiled. "As you wish love. I will always be here to help."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 21, 2010 22:56:46 GMT -6
She nodded and smiled, kissing him quickly. "I'm glad." She smiled and curled against his side.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 21, 2010 23:00:23 GMT -6
"I was wondering if you might be up to going to our window." He smiled and put his arm around her. "We can always stay if you want."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 21, 2010 23:04:04 GMT -6
"I'd love to Theo." She smiled and nodded. "It would be lovely." She agreed as she curled to his side.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 21, 2010 23:05:47 GMT -6
"I'm ready when you are." He smiled and kissed her cheek.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 21, 2010 23:15:45 GMT -6
She nodded. "Sounds good, let's go then."
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 21, 2010 23:17:00 GMT -6
He stood and held her hand. "Very well." He lead he out of the common room.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 21, 2010 23:36:34 GMT -6
Blake laid his head down on the tabletop and sighed when he finished his Transfiguration essay, hair splayed and hand quite dead while the moist quill still rested between his finger tips. Done. He was done and his hand although fine protested writing any longer which was a shame since he had wanted so badly to record a few things in his journal. "Mmm... hand.. work." It gave a twitch and dropped the quill. "Fine. Don't work." It did nothing.
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Post by Amber Smith on Jun 22, 2010 0:20:59 GMT -6
Amber walked into the common room from the girls dorm then looked around "Where does everyone go at night?" she mumbled to herself as she walked over to the couch and sat down. She grabbed a book that was laying on the table then sat back and started reading
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 22, 2010 0:22:27 GMT -6
Blake moved a little on the table and turned his head to look at Amber somewhat clearly as he had to peek through his black hair, "Good evening Miss Smith."
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