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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 14:38:31 GMT
"That's true. But then again bring that up and I might just have to do it. I'm not that oberjoyed to be honest."
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 11, 2007 14:48:02 GMT
"Ah," I say. "So it's just a sense of duty?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 14:49:05 GMT
"Kind of. It's not that I don't-...I love her, I do. Just-...wasn't really-..." I trail off, not sure how to explain it.
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 11, 2007 14:52:47 GMT
Ah, I think but don't say this time, not really sure what he's saying. "Who's your girlfriend, anyway?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 14:53:43 GMT
"Madeline Speare. Gryffindor."
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 11, 2007 15:05:31 GMT
"Oh, I know her," I say in surprise. "That's weird. I tried to help her study, we discussed the houses and what Sorting really means about a person's character, and... we apologized for hexing each other back in first year Potions."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 15:10:00 GMT
I laugh slightly, "Yeah, that's her."
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 11, 2007 15:21:33 GMT
I nod, having no particular response.
((I think I'm going to switch over to another character now, 'cause I think I've been neglecting them a little.))
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 15:22:58 GMT
I don't say anything, just go back to looking out of the window.
[ooc-okay]
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 12, 2007 15:01:40 GMT
"So... if I leave here you're not going to jump, are you?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 12, 2007 17:23:21 GMT
"No, you have my word I won't."
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 13, 2007 15:40:38 GMT
I laugh. "Seeing as I just met you, I have no way of knowing if your word is good, and this seems like a risky way to test it, but okay. I'll see you around, I guess."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 13, 2007 16:48:21 GMT
"I try not to break my word if it's any consolation," I grin, "But thanks. See you around."
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 14, 2007 16:51:09 GMT
"Okay then," I say, leaving. This war is severely fucked up.
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