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Post by Sydney Dantes on Dec 2, 2007 4:55:55 GMT
A week. I'd been here for a week and I was already set to start pulling my hair out. A foot of parchment for this class, three for that one. It was driving me nuts. At a last chance to get something done, I had retreated to the nearly empty great hall to try to get somethjing done. Did it work? No.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 2, 2007 5:01:39 GMT
I walk into the great hall to see it slightly crowded. I watched a girl try to get her homework but looking irritated. "If your looking for a place to do homework, this is not it," I say and sit next to her.
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Post by Sydney Dantes on Dec 2, 2007 5:04:34 GMT
I look up at her. "It was quiet when I got here"
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 2, 2007 5:06:19 GMT
I laughed lightly, "Yeah but it doesn't stay that way for long. Isabella Parker," I say hold out my hand.
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Post by Sydney Dantes on Dec 2, 2007 5:13:03 GMT
"Sydney Dantes." I shake her hand. "I'll keep that in mind next time."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 2, 2007 5:15:50 GMT
"The best place is in your common room. People suprisingly never go there. Its a pleasure Sydney," I smile. "What house?"
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Post by Sydney Dantes on Dec 2, 2007 5:38:11 GMT
"Gryfindor. I tried that but there's some party or something going on and it's absolutely bonkers."
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