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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 20, 2007 13:14:46 GMT
"And a conspiracy," I nod. "That part was in there too."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 20, 2007 22:38:35 GMT
"The old people are ganging up on me!" I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 13:12:01 GMT
I laugh. "Old people? Like who?"
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 13:31:02 GMT
"Who lie to you." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 17:45:37 GMT
"Okay..." I say, confused. "Why is it that only the old people lie to you? Children are some of the biggest liars I've ever seen."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 18:04:04 GMT
"But they are too obvious." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:21:32 GMT
"Oh... okay. Who are too obvious, the kids or the old people?"
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 18:37:51 GMT
"The kids." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:39:53 GMT
I nod again. "Okay." I've lost track of what we're talking about, so I look up at the stars again.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 18:41:41 GMT
"Do you like astronomy?" I asked.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:55:34 GMT
I shrug. "Well enough... I like looking at the stars. Couldn't always be bothered to remember their names though." I continue looking as I talk, then finally look back at her. "Do you?"
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 19:13:31 GMT
"Nope. Starts are pretty though." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 19:14:25 GMT
"Yes," I nod. "Stars are pretty. So are... seashells."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 19:15:27 GMT
"I like the swirly kind!" I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 19:17:09 GMT
"Conchs?" I ask. "The ones you can blow into?" I laugh. "My dad had one of those... used it to call us in from the Quidditch field."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 19:20:11 GMT
"Yeah! Those!" I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 19:22:25 GMT
I laugh. "Loved that thing... never could actually blow in it, though... I just filled it full of spit and gave him my germs."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 19:25:38 GMT
"So sad. Anyways. I'm sure you have plenty of other talents." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 19:27:16 GMT
I laugh. "Yes, yes I do. And I was five... I'm sure I could manage it now."
((Gonna be somebody else.))
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 21, 2007 19:27:51 GMT
"What are some of your talents?" I asked her.
ooc-k
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 22, 2007 1:40:57 GMT
"Uh..." I laugh. "I don't know... um... let me think.... I'm sure I have some...."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 23, 2007 1:01:11 GMT
"And they are?" I asked.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 23, 2007 3:30:45 GMT
"Stop pressuring me!" I laugh. "What are your talents then?"
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 23, 2007 3:31:51 GMT
"I've got lots. Singing, archery, and quidditch to name a few." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 23, 2007 3:37:12 GMT
"Wow... well, now I feel stupid. Um... I'm good at lessons..." I shrug. "And... babysitting!" I shout. "I'm also good at babysitting. And sometimes at quidditch, but not very."
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 23, 2007 3:39:09 GMT
I laughed and said, "Baby sitting? What an intresting talent. I'm sure you are good a lots more things." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 23, 2007 3:41:27 GMT
"Babysitting's a talent," I say defensively. "And no... I'm pretty sure that's it..." I frown.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 23, 2007 12:22:58 GMT
"I never said it wasn't." I said.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 23, 2007 13:40:49 GMT
"Not in so many words, no..." I shrug.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Sept 23, 2007 13:44:27 GMT
"I didn't!" I insisted.
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