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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:00:08 GMT
"Why does mine suck? Because I suck in general?" I say, going into the room across the hall and getting her another pillow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:03:30 GMT
"Yes." I mutter tugging at the covers.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:09:41 GMT
"Harsh, but okay." I say, handing her the pillow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:15:39 GMT
I smile weakly taking the pillow from him,"Your pillow was too hard, that's why it sucked."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:19:24 GMT
"Oh okay then." I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:21:22 GMT
I lay back down,"Do I have to stay here all day?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:23:07 GMT
"Depends how cruel I'm feeling."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:25:57 GMT
"I'm gonna be here all day aren't I?" I whine.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:29:37 GMT
"Yeah, probably." I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:37:43 GMT
"Evil."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:38:48 GMT
"Yeah, I know."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:44:37 GMT
"If I must be in bed all day might as well do something useful." I mutter throwing the covers off going into my room for a moment.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:47:46 GMT
I raise an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:51:02 GMT
I come back in carrying a pile of books."Studying." I say dropping them all on the bed. I lay back down picking up a book,"Five exams, three eassays, two late homework assignments and not to mention N.E.W.T.'s are coming up."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:54:41 GMT
I laugh, "Have fun with that."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 18:56:01 GMT
"Your so supportive."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:59:09 GMT
"Sorry, I just find it funny."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:03:13 GMT
"Well it's not. God, why am I taking so many classes?" I whine.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 19:04:05 GMT
"I don't know. Why did you pick so many?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:08:21 GMT
"I don't know, I don't think I even showed up to half of them."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 19:09:44 GMT
"That's going to help with your exams."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:19:33 GMT
"Your not helping. I'm freaking out enough as it is."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 19:20:31 GMT
"Sorry." I say, sitting down on the end of her bed and picking up one of the books, looking through it, "I don't understand any of this."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:25:51 GMT
"Those are my notes." I say taking the notebook from him flipping through it."Damn it, I can't read any of it. Curse my chicken scratch writing."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 19:27:27 GMT
"Oh right...I thought it was my low IQ, but it's your handwriting, alright then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:29:14 GMT
"God, Remus was right, I need to take better notes." I grumble.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 19:30:06 GMT
"Hmm...yeah...listen to Lupin." I mutter. "Him and his infinite wisdom..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:37:47 GMT
I smile weakly,"Ian, are you jealous of our dear Mr. Lupin?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 19:38:58 GMT
"No, I just don't like him."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 8, 2007 19:42:16 GMT
"Why not?"
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