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Post by Vivian Astley on May 13, 2004 20:23:13 GMT -5
*She looks up at him in apparent surprise. Was this really the same boy?*
*breathy* Yes, yes of course.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 13, 2004 20:29:21 GMT -5
*He sees the entrance to the Hospital Wing growing very close. He sighs with relief, knowing he's just about in the clear and shoots a fine grin at the girl.*
Well, that went better than expected, didn't it?
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 13, 2004 20:50:24 GMT -5
*She looks at him in wonder then seeign the hosiptal entrance snaps back into reality and the fact that she's on the arm or one of her well known, Slytherin no less, enemy's looking like a star struck teenager. She did not have time to contemplate why she was suddenly acting this way nor did she care to find out.*
Yes, this really did.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 13, 2004 20:55:13 GMT -5
Nurse! Madam Pomfrey, you there? We've got at least a slightly injured Ravenclaw here... *he called when they arrived. The place was quiet, but the matronly nurse bustled out the moment she heard the summons.*
What's the problem?
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 13, 2004 20:58:38 GMT -5
I..er...
*She blushed profusley and clammed up, becoming very embarrassed.*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 13, 2004 21:14:28 GMT -5
*He frowns slightly, wondering if it is a concussion.*
Well, she hit her head and... I'm no expert but... *He looks up, noticing that Madam Pomfrey is eyeing his house badge. He is again self conscious of the roles he's supposed to play and quickly assumes a nonchalant demeanor.* I don't think it's serious.
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 21:29:57 GMT -5
*She stepped down on his foot hard and gave him a hurt look. The floatly alternate reality she had been wafting in for the past 10 minutes was rapidly deflating.*
*She waited till Madame Pomfrey turned around the turned her glare on Zack and said in a deadly whisper.*
I appreciate the concern but it is now clear that you would rather go slither off to your dank dungeon.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 14, 2004 21:46:21 GMT -5
*He resists the urge to look openly disappointed and allow his jaw to drop around his ankles. Well... if that was all it was. Why not? Oh well. It wasn't as if he had feelings for this girl anyway. Did he? Christ, he didn't even know her name!*
Like the snake I am. Slink off to be surrounded by the people who don't allow me to be nice to people like yourself. I can really see why you'd want the world to be full of more assholes like them.
*His jaw tightens, he turns on his heel and strides quickly out of the Hospital Wing.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 21:53:08 GMT -5
*Vivian stood stalk still and stared after him not even caring that her mouth was hanging open. Without even a thought to the fact that she might come back to a very upset Madame Pomfrey she dashed off after the obviously pissed off Slytherin.*
Wait!
*She called out after him once he came into sight again*
Please! Stop!
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Post by Jeffrey on May 14, 2004 22:02:41 GMT -5
*It's a fearsome debate whether he'd stop or keep going. He was a nice person in general. His parents had given him that much. His Slytherins had given him a sort of sanctuary. The wrong kind of course, but he couldn't just turn on them. Goddamn... he didn't even like them all that much. He stopped, but compromised with himself by not turning around.*
Come to kick me when I'm down, have you?
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 22:07:16 GMT -5
*She stopped and stared at the back of the younger mans head wondering why she did chase him down.*
No.
*She walked (dear lord is he taller or shorter then her?) up and stared (blank i need the height) and shrugged.*
I don't know why I came to be perfectly honest. I just..oh I don't know.
*She sighed in frustration and gave him a halfhearted grin*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 14, 2004 22:28:00 GMT -5
(either or... i don't think it matters much in the grand scheme of things. same height?)
*Instinctively, he returns the smile before he can think about it. It hits him again that he's entirely too vulnerable wearing his feelings on his sleeve like that. Some forgotten memory was telling him not to be stupid but... but what? He had already begun to cover the smile by then so he settled for looking slightly coy. Some other memory was silently rejoicing.*
You sure that's not the head injury talking?
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 15, 2004 14:26:54 GMT -5
*Not one to miss the smaller details she saw him smile before he could cover it up and smiled brighter then before.*
I wouldn't doubt it.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 15, 2004 21:02:44 GMT -5
*You'd better take care of me, Lord because if you don't... you're going to have me on your hands...*
Then... uh... maybe you should make sure that you can... uh... remember... stuff... like the date... and... your name...
*Oh God... If this gets any worse, I'm gonna have to crawl into a hole and die...*
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 16, 2004 12:25:07 GMT -5
*She frowned slightly at his stuttering.*
I'm starting to worry more for you then for me and I'm the one who split her head open.
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