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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 15:36:20 GMT -5
"You don't understand... I wanna remember! At least... I think I do. I'm as sure of this as... well... I was a second ago..."
(Are you trying to get this poor boy high?)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 15:56:50 GMT -5
(possibly im just enjoying makng the boy squirm)
"Well, then everything is settled you'll take that potion,now." He paitently waited unti lhe had drunk the whole thing. "Now scoot off to class I'm sure you don't want to keep Professor Snape waiting."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 16:05:59 GMT -5
*He stumbles and tries to reclaim his balance as he suddenly, quickly changes back into himself... it wasn't long before he fell face forward, unconscious.*
"Hm... maybe I should have told him about the side affects..." Dumbledore thought to himself...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 16:13:08 GMT -5
Dumbledore looked over at fawkes and sighed for the thousandth time that day. He quickly scratched outa note then handed it to the bird.
"Take this to Poppy please."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 16:20:31 GMT -5
*passed out*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 16:23:58 GMT -5
Poppy took one look at the unconcious boy and knew what had happened. She leviated out of Dumbledores office and into the hospital wing.
(guess the next adventure shoould start huh?)
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 16:35:45 GMT -5
(sure, you wanna start?)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 16:56:11 GMT -5
(ok why not)
It was the day of the first quidditch match of the year Ravenclaw verus Slytherin and tensions were running high. Not that Vivian cared any. In first year she ahd determined that Quidditch just wasn't her sport of choice. But that didn't stop her from watching. Stealing a quick glance at the Slytherin table she noted that even with all the excitment surrounding these games the Slytherin table seemed much more subdued then most.
Scanning the table it quickly became apparent that the one person she was looking for wasn't there.
"Where's Davinski," She muttered to herself. So it wasn't that surprising that when someone tapped her on the shoulder she shrieked before whirling around to face the person who had infringed on her thinking.
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 17:09:37 GMT -5
He hadn't intended on seeing her before the game, but as an alternate, he wasn't needed right away. Only if somebody got irreparably hurt. And he saw her up in the stands looking lonely and well... why should he only be nice to her in private? He liked her. And maybe he could remember some stuff. That potion he was being forced to ingest was really tearing at his mind.
"Uh... hi. I was just going to... uh... say... that uh... hi..."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 17:18:20 GMT -5
*Her frown immediatly turned into a smile. This was the last person she had expected to see but was glad anyway*
"Hi," She around and winced at all the angry looks she was getting form her peers. "Aren't you, uh, supposed to be with your team right now?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 17:24:58 GMT -5
"Well... err... technically yes, but I'm only an alternate and I just... ah... had some time to kill and well..."
He was pathetic. Had he always been that way? He really couldn't justify it but... maybe it was the potion.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 17:34:51 GMT -5
*She smiled friendily finding his newly developed nervuousness really was quite endearing*
"I'm glad you came to talk I was going to go search you out soon if you hadn't come by."
*Looking out of the corner of her eye she saw a couple of older ravenclaw boys sneering in their direction. She stood up sending them a withering glance.*
"Let's go for a walk."
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 17:40:18 GMT -5
He blushes redly and nods.
"Sounds good to me."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 3, 2004 17:49:38 GMT -5
*Grabbing his hand she maneuvered their way through the thickening crowd till the hit the steps at a run. Flying down the steps they burst out onto the deserted path. Everyone else was already in the stands. They slowed down their pace and continued to walk in compainable silence hand in hand.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 3, 2004 18:03:00 GMT -5
"So uh... how are you doing?" (  ) |
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