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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 1:17:07 GMT -6
Pansy waited for Kiba to get himself comfortable before she started with her question. "What do you prefer instead, if anything?"
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Post by Kiba Elm III on Jun 27, 2010 1:22:58 GMT -6
"I like to drink juice and water and hot chocolate," Kiba replied after thinking for a little bit. He didn't really prefer drinks over other drinks unless it was something that tasted bad to him. "Do you drink tea?"
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 1:25:57 GMT -6
Pansy listened to him, nodding as he asked the question. "I do drink tea, I would be very English if I didn't," she laughed at her reasoning. "At home we drink elf made wine."
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Post by Kiba Elm III on Jun 27, 2010 1:35:01 GMT -6
"I guess that's true," Kiba agreed. He scratched his arm while listening to Pansy. "Elf made wine? You're pretty special, eh?" Kiba asked with a small grin.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 1:37:45 GMT -6
Pansy looked at him curiously not understanding how that made her special. "Don't you have that sort of thing at home?" she asked him, shifting her legs around and pulling her dress down again as it rode up.
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Post by Kiba Elm III on Jun 27, 2010 1:42:31 GMT -6
"Ummm, we don't usually drink wine," Kiba replied, not wanting to go into detail. He looked down at the floor, hoping she wouldn't ask about his home life.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 1:45:36 GMT -6
"That's alright, sorry I just assumed there," Pansy said as she titled her head down to make sure she hadn't offened him somehow with her comments. Suddenly feeling tired, she thought it might be best to excuse herself. "I think I'm going to go to sleep. Have good night and sleep well," she said leaning forward and kissing his cheek before moving off to her bed
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 18:16:10 GMT -6
Pansy came down to the common room from her dormatory where she had been working all day to finish up some assignments as well as things that needed to be done for her prefect position, reports and the like. Today she was wearing a short black skirt and a light purple halter top, as it was getting warmer. She brought with her a light jacket in case the wind picked up if she decided to go outside later. The girl took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs. Immediately two first years ran up to her talking about a squabble which she ended quickly by threatening both of them with a detention.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 20:35:03 GMT -6
Sick of having younger children around, Pansy got up and left, bringing her jacket with her.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 27, 2010 22:38:51 GMT -6
Returning to the common room the prefect took her jacket off and sat down in her usual spot. She summoned a knitted blanket with her wand and curled up, bringing her feet up under her.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 28, 2010 22:50:44 GMT -6
Lydia had been curled up on the sofa reading for a while. She'd caught a sniffle recently and madam pomfrey had been rather dictator-esque in her keeping Lydia in the hospital wing due to her aversion to becoming ill. She was quite well now but she hadn't been energetic enough to take herself upstairs just yet.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 28, 2010 22:55:00 GMT -6
Theo snuck back in to the common room with his hood still up and his head down. He didn't need any busybodies asking him questions as he wasn't in the mood and would hex them. He mumbled to himself as he went towards the stairs.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 28, 2010 23:00:05 GMT -6
Lydia looked up. "Theo?" She tilted her head and smiled.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 28, 2010 23:02:26 GMT -6
Theo turned around quickly this time hearing a voice he much preferred. He let his hood fall back and smiled at Lydia as he walked over to where she was sitting. He sat down on the arm of the couch and kissed her. "Hello beautiful."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 28, 2010 23:07:44 GMT -6
She smiled and kissed him back, putting her book down. "You're being sneaky love. Shall we go up to the dorm and you can tell me all about it?" She tilted her head.
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