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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:38 pm
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When John finally made his way through the portrait hole, Bailey felt an instant rush of relief wash over. She slid to the floor and curled up next to the fireplace, eying John with a look of seriousness. She couldn't hold up the facade, and finally broke into laughter. Wiping the wetness from her eyes, she looked back at him, "All that planning to show off our mischievous skills, and he likes it." Bailey said through a soft giggle, "It was as if we helped him look better for his date. Probably gave those two something to talk about tonight, as well." She pushed herself off the floor and let out a quiet yawn. "I'm gonna turn in for the night. Your broom's under that yellow couch, there. Goodnight." She patted John's shoulder as she strode past him, towards the stairs leading to the dormitory.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:28 pm
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