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Post by Gwen Combe on Mar 8, 2004 23:06:55 GMT -5
SHHHHH thsi is a study hall it means your supose to be QUIET
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 8, 2004 23:21:54 GMT -5
*hears the shouting from the Great Hall and smirks*
Good thing I'm not in there. Now, you were saying?
You're gonna need twist ties. Lots and lots of twist ties.
Okay then.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Mar 10, 2004 21:23:55 GMT -5
i know but everyone left *talkin to gwen* *runs out side* what the f**k do u need twist ties for.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 10, 2004 21:25:49 GMT -5
May I without being severely harassed?
Sure, Sands.
*small 'smile' for Tonks* Well, I'd like to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you, savvy?
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Mar 10, 2004 21:37:30 GMT -5
ok sure but u cant kill me so just tell me
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 10, 2004 21:41:03 GMT -5
No, actually I can, I'm quite capable and most definitely within my rights. Well... perhaps not me per se, but definitely the guy I'm sharing this head with. I can assure you, listening to him talk, he doesn't much appreciate you're... charming... nature... Hence the twist ties. Can you dig it?
--- After an hour of alternately watching the sun set on the lake and the blank expression on Tonks' face, Zack grew bored. Sands was sitting quite calmly on the plane of Zack's mind bouncing a tennis ball against the wall.
"Listen... I'm not one to break first but... can we leave yet?"
"Since you did ask so nicely," Zack shrugged and stood up. He patted Tonks on the shoulder and grinned. "Don't think too much on the twist ties. You're brain'll just... melt. Not that... that's a bad thing."
"C'mon, Casanova, no more charming the ladies for you tonight," Sands rolled Zack's eyes. He promptly turned him around and brought him back up to the castle, leaving Tonks alone and staring in the dark.
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Post by Cherchie Luzon on Nov 17, 2004 1:11:54 GMT -5
((I'm going to start in third person. Then continuing on, it'll change to first person.))
In one of the lonely, deserted corners of the hall, there sat Cherchie sitting on a plush chair next to a polished red oak table, covered half neatly with books and parchment. As one can see in a distance, Cherchie scowled at something as she held what looked like a new book in her hands, small but filled with many pages as it is. Her expression changed and a soft smile touched her lips. A low humming tune/melody flowed from her pink rose lips while a glowing smile spread through her face, filling with her sweet complexion. A parchment paper lay flat on the table on the front left side of her. A pen wrote in neat handwriting in odd words and lettering like codes or shortened words for more free space on the parchment. The book she was reading had no title written on the front or back covers, not even the side. In a close proximity, one could see a small device camouflaged by her hair and ear. One might not be able to tell that she is of the Slytherin house without the wonderfully designed bag laying elegantly on the table with a brilliantly stitched 'S' on the front.
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