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Post by Michael Watkins on May 13, 2007 10:39:18 GMT
"Well, why would I want to keep it in?" I ask. "I think things, I say them." I shrug.
I stay silent for a minute, looking out at the night sky, the moon.
"Do you think the moon, ever thinks? Maybe, it thinks 'why do I have to be the moon?' or maybe 'I don't want to be the moon. It's too big a responsibility.' Do you think it ever hurts to be the moon? Maybe rising and setting is agony for it. Maybe it doesn't like people being prisoners of it when it's full. Maybe it wishes it were someone else, like a person, or maybe the sun. Maybe the sun feels the same way."
I pause again.
"What are you thinking then? You don't seem to say what you're thinking out loud. So, what are you thinking?"
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 13, 2007 20:13:03 GMT
"I don't want people to get hurt by my words," I whispered, "I was also raised not to talk unless talked to. The old Pure-Blood tradition."
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 14, 2007 16:28:32 GMT
"Well, I'm talking to you now. I'm talking to you, asking you what's on your mind. So what is on your mind?"
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 14, 2007 19:21:28 GMT
"Nothing much," I replied, "Just thinking about stuff that concerns about guys. My Potions and DADA essays and other stuff like that."
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 16, 2007 7:59:16 GMT
"That can't be all, can it?" I say, sitting up. "There's got to be something other than the mundane life stuff in there. Here, look at this." I say, angling her head gently towards a moss ridden stone in the wall of the tower. "When you look at this, what do you think?"
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 16, 2007 10:47:07 GMT
"I think it is something that might be able to cure a person from a hex or curse in the near future," I replied.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 16, 2007 16:15:25 GMT
I laugh. "Really? I think about where the stone's been. How did it get that mould? Do you think that stone wanted to become part of the castle, or maybe part of a bridge, or maybe it just wanted to stay where it had always been?"
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 16, 2007 19:07:27 GMT
"And I thought I was being too observent," I laughed, "No offense."
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 17, 2007 16:39:00 GMT
"None taken. I already know I'm an idiot." I laugh, lying back over the edge. "You know this really is a wonderful view."
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 18, 2007 0:04:05 GMT
"Like I said, I am not keen about falling out the window," I repeated.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 18, 2007 15:55:54 GMT
I sit up and stick my tongue out at her, then lean back again. "You're missing out..."
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 18, 2007 18:50:51 GMT
"I really don't care," I said rolling my eyes.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 19, 2007 9:12:55 GMT
"Ooohhh..." I whistle.
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 19, 2007 11:51:14 GMT
"Please," I said sarcasticly, "You're going to hurt yourself."
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 19, 2007 21:20:22 GMT
"You want me to hurt myself."
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 19, 2007 21:24:13 GMT
I shook my head. "I should get going," I said, "I have to go make a Dark Potion for something. I'll see you around Michael." I stood up and walked towards the door.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 20, 2007 10:36:33 GMT
"Maybe." I say quietly, leaning back further, not particularly caring if I fell to a horrible grisly death.
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Post by hiddenindarkness on May 21, 2007 10:37:28 GMT
"And don't fall out of the tower," I said as I went through the door.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 23, 2007 17:14:47 GMT
"I'll try my very best."
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