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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 6:18 pm
Invictus_88 *He sweeps into the library, placing three books back onto various shelves before walking quickly out again..* *she sits in the library, wondering if she should do evil or good* Oh to hell with it...good it is since Francis hasn't showed up i suppose the only choice is *sigh* good...
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 2:01 am
Angilwingz *Hears faint voices coming from the hallway, on the other side of the door.* They're going to use spells... I have to stop them. *Uses remaining stength to stand and lean against the door. Screams as loud as she can muster.* "Don't use any spells! It's too dangerous! Go find a Hufflepuff! Hurry! I need a Hufflepuff." Hmmmm...there should be some in the Great Hall. If not, then the kitchens
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 11:57 am
Angilwingz *Hears faint voices coming from the hallway, on the other side of the door.* They're going to use spells... I have to stop them. *Uses remaining stength to stand and lean against the door. Screams as loud as she can muster.* "Don't use any spells! It's too dangerous! Go find a Hufflepuff! Hurry! I need a Hufflepuff." *Rachel lowers her wand upon recognizing Angil's voice and moves closer to the door, shouting: Angil! I hear you! Are you okay??! *Rachel looked over at Evee, listening intently for Angil's response..*
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:24 am
()Gaiagirl() *Rachel lowers her wand upon recognizing Angil's voice and moves closer to the door, shouting: Angil! I hear you! Are you okay??! *Rachel looked over at Evee, listening intently for Angil's response..* Get a Hufflepuff, hurry! I don't have very much time left.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 1:27 am
*throws things at a wall*
k so im bored...and charlie just hiccuped in my ear someone let angil out yet?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 10:22 am
*cautiously enters the library*
Haven't been here for quite a while. What's happening? ninja
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 10:38 am
ninja
I haven't been here either
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:45 pm
*appears from behind a book-case with three great rolls of parchment under his right arm*
Hm? Oh, oh nothing much. I found a little room, it's quite useful for my mapping task actually. Though really not that interesting.
Anyway, shouldn't you all be off getting ready for lessons to start or something?
*he turns and walks out of the door, back to the basements*
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:58 pm
*curls up on the table*my ear hurts sad
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 5:06 pm
Invictus_88 *appears from behind a book-case with three great rolls of parchment under his right arm*
Hm? Oh, oh nothing much. I found a little room, it's quite useful for my mapping task actually. Though really not that interesting.
Anyway, shouldn't you all be off getting ready for lessons to start or something?
*he turns and walks out of the door, back to the basements* Actually, our lessons start.......I dunno....I don't think anyone knows the specific date....
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 9:05 pm
*Opens the door with a non-verbal spell.* Phew, I finally found one that works! *Stomps down th hallway yelling.* I'm going to get you! And when I find you, I'll have my revenge!
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 9:06 pm
Crimson Tweety *curls up on the table*my ear hurts sad Aww, poor Crimson. sad *pats* Perhaps you should see Madam Pomfrey?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:00 pm
:: rummaging through her bag she finds some parchment, a quill and some ink:: I have to write a letter to my mommy. I haven't talked to her in ages! whee ::she begins to write and realizes that her ink bottle is empty and in fact she has been writing with no ink on the quill:: A fouey!
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 3:41 pm
*He walks in through the door and leaves a bottle of black ink on the girls table, he doesn't stop or slow his pace and nor does he look at her. He keeps walking as if he put nothing down until he reaches the far end of the room. At which point he sits down out of clear sight, unfolds a scrap of paper with black and white squares on a grid and slowly adds letters to the various spaces.*
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