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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 16:18:25 GMT
Desiree had went to here DADA class before being yelled at for being being ten minutes late. Give me a break I just got here, I dont know where anything is yet She thought to herself as she cried against a tree. She had never been yelled at in the way the Professor did. She was upset
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 19:27:08 GMT
Nathan wandered moodily around the grounds, his hands shoved in his pockets. He didn't want to be with his family right now, not anymore. They all might have lost their cousins, but not all of them had lost their brother. Not all of them felt this way, or so it seemed to him anyway.
He paused, mid-step, closing his eyes for a moment to regain a grip, then carried on walking, kicking a stone across the grass in front of him.
He stopped briefly, hearing someone crying and sparing them a glance. Usually he would comfort them or try to at least, but he couldn't even help himself anymore.
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 19:32:18 GMT
Seeing a rock roll on the ground, I stoppe crying, I wipped my tears away and lokd up knowing there was some one there. I blinked my eyes and give a small wave. "Hi there are you okay' i ask seeig that there was some one wrong with the guy. He musve been oler than I was.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 19:44:13 GMT
"Yeah," He mumbled with a shrug, "Fine. You?"
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 19:45:23 GMT
"Hard day on the first day, Professors are mean" i say sighing "Im Desiree" I tell the guy.."Also in Gryffindor" i add
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 19:54:06 GMT
"Hard days seem to be getting around at the moment," He replied, "Nathan Dawson, graduated Gryff."
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 19:55:11 GMT
I nod at what he said. "Thats cool, your the second person ive ever met from here I add with a small smile
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 19:56:45 GMT
He smiled lightly, "Sorry about that then."
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 20:10:32 GMT
"Yeah but its okay, dont know why i cried though" i say looking up at him, "Your tall" i say softly
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 20:12:09 GMT
"Feels better, I guess," He shrugged, then nodded, "Yeah, pretty tall, can't be that short can you?"
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 20:31:04 GMT
I giggle softly "Im 5 foot 2" I tell him "And what about you" ask
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 20:33:15 GMT
He smiled in a strained way, "Just under 6ft."
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 20:36:33 GMT
"Wow" say pretty cute too i think to myself thenlook around "What fun is there to do here" i as
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 20:52:17 GMT
"Fun...fun..." He thought for a moment, "Swimming, reading, fighting for your life, murdering, attending funerals, contemplating suicide..." He started to list, then stopped abruptly, not having meant to say the last three of them out loud. Then he decided he honestly didn't care, he was in that sort of mood.
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 20:54:42 GMT
My eyes widen at the last three on hi list "Hmm the murder sounds fun"I say softly then nod "Sure you okay' i ask again
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 19, 2007 20:58:29 GMT
"Oh yeah, great fun," He replied softly, then shrugged, "No, not really. Family...thing."
Thing as in mass murder...
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Post by jasmine on Nov 19, 2007 21:13:36 GMT
"Oh okay then" I replied "So what doyou lik to do " I ask
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 20, 2007 19:20:17 GMT
"Not much, just mucking about, meeting people, muddling in my friends lives," He shrugged, "You?"
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Post by jasmine on Nov 22, 2007 0:29:40 GMT
"I like singing meeting new people, and much more" i replied "I like your hair' i say randomly
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Nov 24, 2007 16:39:56 GMT
He looked at her for a moment, and then laughed without meaning to, "Thank you. I like my hair too. I like your hair as well. Very nice."
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