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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 25, 2007 15:54:41 GMT
I laughed. "I actually like apparating." I said.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 25, 2007 21:59:47 GMT
"well you can apparate all you want. just leve me out of it." i laugh
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 26, 2007 0:40:00 GMT
I laughed. "Sure thing darlin."
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 26, 2007 0:50:02 GMT
"thank you hun." i chuckle. i mover my arms around more. "god i hate the after feeling. i can take anything else, except that." i sigh
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 26, 2007 14:42:20 GMT
I laughed.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 26, 2007 21:58:14 GMT
"your laughing at my misery? i feel the love." i joke sarcasticly.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 14:52:59 GMT
"Yeah, well...." I said, laughing slightly.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 19:06:31 GMT
"oh i see how it is." i laugh and tunr my back to him in mock-anger.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 19:29:47 GMT
I laughed and shook my head.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 19:52:20 GMT
"i can see you shaking your head." i chuckle with my abck still turned.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 20:11:58 GMT
"It's those motherly instincts, right?"
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 20:14:48 GMT
"yep. i have eyes in the back of my head. you'll never get away with things again." i laugh turning back. "now we need to find my son." i laugh
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 20:26:46 GMT
I laughed. "Can we find mine too?"
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 20:44:36 GMT
"ok we need to find our son." i laugh. "you don't mind that i call you his dad in public do you?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 20:56:57 GMT
I grinned. "Not at all."
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 21:07:01 GMT
"ok then lets go and find our wonderful son that you say is smelly." i chuckle walking up to the castle.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 21:13:35 GMT
I chuckled and walked up after her.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 21:19:16 GMT
"he's not that smelly you know. i give him two baths a day." i say walking backwards, then trip over a branch and fall on my butt. "i'm smart." i mutter, laughing
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 21:42:05 GMT
I laughed and helped her up. "He's not that smelly. I only said that to scare the little kids."
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 22:02:08 GMT
"thank you m'dear." i smile and brush my back off. "and i know you didn't mean it. just wanted to tease ya."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 22:05:29 GMT
I chuckled. "Lovely."
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 22:07:02 GMT
"aren't i?" i chuckle then start to walk back up.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 27, 2007 23:29:37 GMT
I laughed and walked with her.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 27, 2007 23:33:48 GMT
"now you want to know something really cool?" i say then start to think up something really funny and witty, but it feels like theres something being jabbed into the pit of my stomach. i mean i can take some pain but this really hurt. i fall to my knees and hold onto my stomach almsot in tears.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 28, 2007 0:07:19 GMT
"Molly?" I asked, kneeling down next to her.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 28, 2007 0:09:34 GMT
just then it disappears. "i-i'm.... i'm fine." i mutter trying to stand up again.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 28, 2007 0:15:11 GMT
I helped her up. "Molly, what happened?"
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 28, 2007 0:19:44 GMT
"i don't know. i was about to say something then all of the sudden i feel like something is being stabbed into my stomach and-" i say but fall back on the ground, screaming bloody murder, feeling like a thousand knives were being jabbed in and out over and over again.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Apr 28, 2007 0:29:15 GMT
"Molly!" I shout, picking her up.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Apr 28, 2007 0:32:44 GMT
i arch my back trying to get the pain to stop. i kept screaming over and over, and getting louder and louder as the pain gets worse and worse. "make it stop... make it stop.." i scream, feeling tears going down my face.
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