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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 15, 2007 22:09:22 GMT
Briar walked quietly into the small pub, pulling her jacket cloer to her petite frame. Her black/white hair moved in her eyes and a pale hand pushed it back. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat down at a random table, "Butterbeer," She said to the bartender. Once she'd gotten it, she took a sip and her face showed her satisfaction. "Not the same as Firewhiskey, but it helps.."
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Post by Michelle Owens on Oct 15, 2007 22:46:36 GMT
"Yeah but butterbeers rock," I laugh slightly and sit by the girl. "Butterbeer please," I smile slightly.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 15, 2007 22:56:25 GMT
Briar looked over at the girl breifly, "Yeah..sure, we'll go with that," She said smiling slightly.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Oct 16, 2007 1:20:46 GMT
I nodded and took a sip of my butterbeer. "Michelle by the way," I smile.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 16, 2007 16:31:25 GMT
"Briar," She nodded.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Oct 16, 2007 22:49:24 GMT
"You go to Hoggywarts?"
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 18, 2007 0:48:08 GMT
"Yes I do. 6th year Ravenclaw."
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Post by Michelle Owens on Oct 18, 2007 23:05:19 GMT
"7th year Gryffindor," I smile.
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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 18, 2007 23:20:18 GMT
"Cool," Briar smiled.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Oct 20, 2007 22:53:54 GMT
I nodded. "So hows life for you?"
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