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Post by Cole on Dec 18, 2010 14:21:55 GMT -7
As Ethan Singleton shoved a book into his over stuffed messenger bag he spotted a upperclassmen with a panicy pip squeak like creature, and thn a . . . well a . . . . sort of a . . . . . well some/thing/. He stopped in his tracks and looked it over a few times from a safe distance of twenty feet. WHat on earth /was/ that contraption.
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Post by Cute on Dec 18, 2010 14:29:57 GMT -7
Perla had bumped into Ethan while on her way to see Mordecai. "Oh! Hai Ethan."
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Post by Alzella on Dec 18, 2010 14:33:41 GMT -7
OOC:
No way... 0.0 *idea* *shuffles over to Yami* *pauses to randomly tackle-thank Coly* *proceeds to pounce on Yamirs*
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Post by Cute on Dec 18, 2010 14:35:49 GMT -7
Ooc.
*Lightbult*
Pip Squeak=Alze.
*Nods To Self*
*Hugs Alze*
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Post by Alzella on Dec 18, 2010 14:37:26 GMT -7
OOC:
XD Thanks Rosie. *hugs back*
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Post by Cole on Dec 18, 2010 14:52:02 GMT -7
-group hug-
"Oh, hey." Ethan said mechanically as his squinted eyes scanned over the machine. It was only a matter of time before a teacher did something about it.
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Post by Cute on Dec 18, 2010 15:29:48 GMT -7
"What's.. wrong?"
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Post by Cole on Dec 18, 2010 15:49:40 GMT -7
"What's . . . /that/?" he asked Perla, his eyes still transfixed on the odd contraption, "Looks like something from Luna Lovegood's house." Ethan joked dryly, as he was very familiar with the series of volumes that documented Harry Potter's seven years of Hogwarts.
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Post by Cute on Dec 18, 2010 15:55:11 GMT -7
"...Dunno.." Perla sneered.
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Post by Alzella on Dec 18, 2010 16:04:25 GMT -7
Derek ignored the newest onlookers, Perla and Ethan, as he added a few last minute touches to his wondrous Thing. Once finished, he cast a quick Disillusionment Charm to hide it.
"There," Derek clapped his hands together, a mischievous glint in his cerulean blue orbs. "Now for the bait."
The first year Hufflepuff wisely shuffled backwards before he somehow got roped into this mischief.
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Post by Cole on Dec 18, 2010 16:40:07 GMT -7
"What's /that/?" Ethan asked loudly and plainly to the student, Derek.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 18, 2010 17:23:28 GMT -7
Mid-afternoon found Charon sitting under a tree, his head resting against the rough bark as he inhaled and exhaled lightly. He felt exhausted. Physically exhausted. There was no explanation for it - not really. He merely felt like crawling under his Slytherin-coded duvet and sleeping for an eternity.
Studying had gotten him nowhere. He had originally come out here to maybe brush up on some reading, but in the end, he hadn't been able to focus - the words had blurred on the page in front of him, mixing together until all they seemed to spell was "Werewolf" over and over and over across the page. That had been the moment he slammed the textbook shut, deciding he knew enough about the Dark Creatures.
Now he just sort of lay there, wondering what his friends were up to - wondering what Felix was doing... wondering what he was going to do. About anything. It was his seventh year, and he still had no idea what he was going to do - could he become an Auror? A Ministry Official? If not, what else was there for him? Potions? The thought was laughable at best.
Reaching slender fingers out, the Slytherin Prefect idly fiddled with the edges of his robe.
Pathetic.
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Post by Alzella on Dec 18, 2010 18:52:00 GMT -7
Derek's cerulean blue gaze flitted about to finally settled upon the beholder of the question, Ethan. The elder Lécuyer briefly recognized him as a Ravenclaw, likely a fifth year from his ability to recognize him.
“That,” Derek motioned the now invisible product of a well spent three hours, “is nothing you need worry about.” His sly grin clearly stated otherwise.
Elsewhere, one Damon Whittemore sniffed, sniffled and—sneezed. Gently, he closed the potions book he’d been reading and set it aside.
‘The dust must be getting to me,’ Damon thought, quite firmly. He refused to believe that every time he sneezed meant Derek had some trick up his sleeve. Really, it was only a coincidence that the past thirty-eight sneezes had correlated to the elder Lécuyer Gryffindor.
Nonetheless, Damon picked up the potions book, placed it back on its proper shelf, and decidedly left the library for a possibly hazardous stroll.
OOC: Since it’s mid-day, have Robin and Charlotte split ways?
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Post by Cute on Dec 18, 2010 19:57:24 GMT -7
Perla didn't have time for this. She had ditched her plans to meet Mordecai, as she was preoccupied with the day's earlier events. Perla sighed lightly when she had found Sebastin asleep in the Common Room. Perla sat by him, nibbling on her knuckles.
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Post by Cole on Dec 18, 2010 21:56:03 GMT -7
"Hmmm looks like trouble to me." Ethan muttered as Perla left him.
:: OOC ::
where is this Thing located Alze?
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