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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:01:26 GMT
''Sorry, i prefer Half breed.''
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:02:30 GMT
"I don't give a damn what you prefer"
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:03:56 GMT
''Well i dont want to be called something im not.'' i spat
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:05:38 GMT
"Well you are a gryffie and you are a blood traitor, so therefore, I am not calling you something that you are not" I reply, just as smoothly as before.
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:07:04 GMT
''What makes me a Bloos traitor.''
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:08:26 GMT
"DO you care about the type of blood someone has? mud-blood, half-blood, pure-blood?"
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:24:39 GMT
''Only pure selfish people do, why would i.''
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:28:09 GMT
"That makes you a blood-traitor"
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:29:38 GMT
''Not if im a half breed.'' I said. ''Are you stoned.''
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:34:49 GMT
"No" I reply coldly.
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:36:39 GMT
''Thats explains it.'' i said. ''Fucking un stoned people.'' i muttered
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:42:39 GMT
"I'm guessing you're a stoner boy?"
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 2:43:32 GMT
''A cronic stoner.''
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 2:49:11 GMT
"I see" I reply, turning my sock into a rock.
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Post by James Smith on May 30, 2007 3:00:13 GMT
i gave her a thumbs up and put bongo in my pocket
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 30, 2007 3:01:31 GMT
I change the rock into a cobra, then to a scorpian, then to a spider, then back to a sock.
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Post by Hayley Broome on Jun 3, 2007 4:12:45 GMT
Hayley smirks from the doorway as she watches Raquel Ann. When Raquel finished, Hayley walked the rest of the way into the classroom and sits by Raquel Ann. "'Lo Raquel Ann" She says, drawing out her wand.
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