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Post by Jake Crawley on May 27, 2010 23:22:45 GMT -6
"If I was being truthful I would say any decision where I didn't have to leave you," Jake said. "But I know how you wanted your bed."
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 27, 2010 23:25:07 GMT -6
"I don't have to go back to my bed," Nyssa said touched by what he had said. "What's one more night away from it?"
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 27, 2010 23:28:42 GMT -6
Jake smiled brightly. "I know of another bed we once stayed in. It's very comfortable and warm if my memory serves me."
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 27, 2010 23:31:00 GMT -6
"That works for me," Nyssa said still sleepily. Truth was she didn't want to walk anywhere, she was quite comfortable in Jake's lap.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 27, 2010 23:35:36 GMT -6
"Come on then, sleepy," Jake maneuvered onto his knees and then to his feet while holding her close. "Off to bed."
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 27, 2010 23:40:07 GMT -6
Nyssa made an odd squeaking noise when Jake stood up but she was happy to be heading back into the castle where it was warm.
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 28, 2010 13:36:37 GMT -6
Blake was surprisingly devoid of a tome or book when he took a leisurely stroll along the edge of the forest, hair pulled back and school robes prim. He made it a point to pull his hair back during the school day to avoid it getting into anything they might be doing in potions. There was the common chatter of wildlife, birds right now, and the foliage provided enough shade to walk under calmly.
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 28, 2010 13:51:55 GMT -6
Blake left the edge and promised himself he'd return, going to retrieve his school things for classes.
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 28, 2010 18:03:17 GMT -6
Blake did return to the edge of the forest later that day and felt comfortable in his tight pants and loose dress shirt. His hair wasn't pulled back anymore and it trailed after him as he walked with a peek into the forest here and then, sometimes weaving into the trees of the edge.
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Post by Fred Weasley on May 28, 2010 19:13:24 GMT -6
Fred and George were nearing the edge of the forest, content with their findings that would help inspire them with ideas for new products. They were returning to school, arms and pockets full of wild mushrooms, berries, feathers, and other random items they happened upon, when they heard someone walking.
Fred put his arm out to the side to stop George. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.
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Post by George Weasley on May 28, 2010 19:13:27 GMT -6
George heard what sounded like footsteps, causing him to stop just as his brother put out his arm.
"Yeah," he replied under his breath. They looked around and saw some movement near the outermost trees.
They both hunched down and stepped back, fearful that it might be a teacher or some nosy student. They knew Snape came out here for ingredients, and the last thing they wanted was to be caught by him.
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Post by Fred Weasley on May 28, 2010 19:15:59 GMT -6
Fred walked slowly backwards and reached for his wand. He'd just gotten his hand around the base when he stepped on a dry twig, which snapped with an audible SNAP.
Fred closed his eyes and muttered under his breath.
Bollocks!
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Post by George Weasley on May 28, 2010 19:26:37 GMT -6
George listened, but didn't hear anything. "Wait, I think it's listening for us. Probably Snape" he whispered to his brother. "Wait, then we'll find a way around."
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 28, 2010 21:02:36 GMT -6
Blake hummed softy and flirted with the idea of entering now that the sun had set. He had his wand and he wasn't completely inept so he could surely find his way back and all of that, right? Right. Pulling his long hair over one shoulder, he stood outside of the forest peering in.
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 28, 2010 21:18:04 GMT -6
Blake began to step in cautiously, hands sliding at the trunks of trees just to feel the rough texture of bark under his finger tips. Was he really going this? He heard a twig snap and paused to look around quietly. That could be an omen but for what? Life? Something alive? He nibbled at his lower lip and kept going slowly.
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