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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 8:49 pm
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((kk here I go, sorry if the accents arn't more italian smile )
"I thought I was going to Blimingdorts in Italia!" an 11 year old boy snapped as his limo cruised towards the train station. "Eh, we had to make sacrifices, okay Donovan?" the older male said, gesturing with his hands and lighting a cigarettte "Becides, this school has some of the finest teachers in europe, a-ight?" "Like who?" Donovan was obviously upset about being so far from home. "Like, uh, that Giffen guy, uh, Godrico or whatever." He shrugged and slicked his short black hair back. Donovan frowned and looked out the window at the paling sky. He had short black hair like his older brother, and dark blue eyes like his father's. You could tell from the way he was acting he usually got what he wanted, when he wanted, and decided who brought it to him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:04 am
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At the same moment that Donovan was pulling into the station looking extremely displeased, a skinny little boy who seemed to be all arms and legs hopped out of a little old car and looked around excitedly. He had short black hair that curled slightly over his ears and green eyes that currently sparkled with happiness. A man with sandy hair and large glasses got out of the driver's seat and pulled a heavy red trunk out of the backseat, as a woman with long brown hair got out the other side. The three of them hurried along the station, pulling the trunk along and staring expectantly at the plastic number signs. "We are at the right station, aren't we?" the woman asked anxiously as they stood between the numbers 9 and 10. "King's Cross Station, Platform 9 3/4," the boy said firmly. "I heard you just have to walk through the wall." He pointed at the solid brick wall in front of them. "Well, have a good term, son," the man said, clapping a hand on the boy's shoulder. "And don't worry, Christmas will come sooner than you expect." The woman hugged him tightly, and both the woman and the man watched with teary eyes as the little boy hauled his trunk forward and stepped directly through the wall.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:41 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:59 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 1:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 7:21 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 1:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 7:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 5:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:29 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 3:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 7:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 6:51 am
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