|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 21, 2007 6:21:45 GMT
I nod, silent.
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 22, 2007 0:20:37 GMT
"My parents killed her. Because of me. Because we were going to get married." I shook my head. "She asked me to come back. I told her that it was just nerves, and not to worry. And they killed her. I was right next door, and I didn't know. I didn't stop them, I could have saved her."
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 22, 2007 2:06:18 GMT
Standing, I walk over to him, take his face in my hands and make him look at me. "Hey. There was nothing you could do. If they wanted her dead, they would have found a way, no matter what. It's no where near your fault."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 22, 2007 21:47:18 GMT
I looked into her eyes for a second before turning my head again. "I know, but I can't help but to feel guilty."
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 22, 2007 22:20:20 GMT
"It's irrational guilt." She moves to look in his eyes again. "Don't worry about it."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 22, 2007 22:21:48 GMT
I smiled slightly. "Thanks."
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 23, 2007 2:47:56 GMT
I sigh in relief. "Good. I'm glad we got that over with. I thought I was gunna hafta do something stupid to make you start laughing or something."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 23, 2007 21:41:17 GMT
I laughed. "Good to know you'd do that for me."
OOC- oh my god twilight is my favorite book
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 24, 2007 1:05:41 GMT
(Dude, I know!! Isn't it soooooo awsome? I'm excited for August.)
I elbow him lightly in the ribs. "That's what friends are for."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 24, 2007 1:12:45 GMT
I laughed. "Right."
OOC- Oh my gosh i know. What do you think is gonna happen?
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 24, 2007 1:16:36 GMT
(She'll get bitten but not by Edward. And it'll be before graduation.)
I grin and pick the rubics cube up. "Now come on, Mr. Genius, let's try and figure out another one."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 24, 2007 1:36:32 GMT
I laughed. "Okay." I said, watching her.
ooc-ditto. alice, i think
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 24, 2007 1:38:15 GMT
( I was thinking Victoria tries to sick her dry but Edward interferes but not before she gets 'infected'.)
I start twisting and turning the cube, getting one about halfway, then toss it to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 24, 2007 14:38:30 GMT
"Hm..." I said as I tried to finish the other half. After a minute or so, I grinnned and tossed it back after finishing it.
OOC- oooo never thought of that one
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 24, 2007 22:31:46 GMT
(*Shrugs* I have an active imagination. And I mean REALLY active imagination. I think that's the only reason I thought of that. Her knight of the night.)
I grin. "Awsome. Don't we just make a good team."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 25, 2007 13:27:09 GMT
I grinned back. "We're just amazing!"
OOC- lol
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 25, 2007 20:47:08 GMT
I laugh again. "Agreed."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 25, 2007 20:55:03 GMT
"Double agreed." I said laughing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 25, 2007 21:03:22 GMT
I put my arm across his shoulders and laugh. "I believe so."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 25, 2007 21:25:20 GMT
I turned so I was hugging her. "Thank you." I said.
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 25, 2007 21:26:58 GMT
I laugh. "Ah, don't worry about it. That's what I'm here for."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 25, 2007 21:49:42 GMT
I let her go and grabbed the rubix cube. "Thanks all the same." I said, focusing on it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 25, 2007 21:53:42 GMT
I sit back on the ledge and look at him. "I'm sick of all the secrets. There are too many between all of us." I sigh.
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 26, 2007 0:12:45 GMT
I threw the cube back to her smiling weakly, then rubbed my left arm. "Yeah."
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 26, 2007 10:55:31 GMT
I start twisting it furiously. "I mean, we're all supposed to be good friends yet we keep so much from each other. We should know better by now."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 26, 2007 14:34:53 GMT
I looked down. "Yeah." I said quietly. "But maybe...maybe the secret keepers have to be asked. Maybe they don't know how to just...just say something outright."
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 27, 2007 23:13:57 GMT
I stop and look at him, confused. "I don't understand."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 28, 2007 0:03:27 GMT
I shook my head, laughing slightly. "I think I am too. Erm... it's like, the person who has the secret...wants to tell you....but they don't know the right time or place to..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Angela Wood on Apr 28, 2007 4:54:42 GMT
"I see." I look at him, thinking. "Maybe there is no bad time, nor good time either. There is only time and that which the teller decided reveal his secret."
|
|
|
|
Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 29, 2007 0:39:00 GMT
"I guess..." I said quietly.
|
|
