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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 4, 2007 13:18:05 GMT
She ignored him, slipping her other hand down his back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 4, 2007 13:18:43 GMT
"Get off me," I repeat louder, shoving her away
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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 4, 2007 13:19:47 GMT
"Well, well, well," She smirked, "Someone's acquired some self-control."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 4, 2007 13:20:30 GMT
"Or maybe someone else has lost their touch," I reply coldly.
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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 4, 2007 13:21:09 GMT
"I doubt it." She said smoothly, "That kind of touch isn't something you can lose, not even thanks to six months in Azkaban." She drew her wand, not intending to use it, just twirling it between her fingers, "I heard both your parents are dead now. Father hung himself, right? Mother, natural causes. I was sorry to hear that."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 4, 2007 13:21:51 GMT
"I heard your parents don't want you since you shamed the noble name of Vaughn by getting yourself arrested. I wasn't sorry to hear that."
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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 4, 2007 13:22:36 GMT
"Oh, you know what? You know what? That stings, it really does. Because I actually gave a fuck." She rolled her eyes, "You're boring me Christopher. Your idea of conversation is somewhat lacking. What did you say your girlfriend's name was again? Mary? No, Madeline, isn't it?"
She doesn't wait for an answer before tilting her head back slightly and saying loudly, "Madeline! Oh, Madeline!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 4, 2007 13:23:32 GMT
"What are you doing?" I hiss.
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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 4, 2007 13:24:57 GMT
"I want to meet her." She smiled in a way that would be friendly if it wasn't so mocking.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 4, 2007 13:25:29 GMT
"Just get out, please," I sigh.
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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 4, 2007 13:26:18 GMT
"No. I want to meet her. I want to see what's so special about her. Madeline!"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 7, 2007 1:34:58 GMT
I sit up in bed hearing someone calling my name.
Hearing someone call my full name.
And whenever someone called me by my full name it was never good.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 7, 2007 17:40:13 GMT
"Katharyn," I say desperately, "Please, just go away."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 9, 2007 7:36:30 GMT
I bite my lip, knowing I should stay upstairs but rise up from the bed anyway, pushing open the bedroom door.
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Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Oct 3, 2007 9:23:50 GMT
Katharyn's head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at the slight sound of a door opening from upstairs, and she looked towards the stairs, before glancing back at Chris a smirk playing at her lips.
She moved swiftly towards the stairs and stood at the bottom, watching the upstairs landing and waiting, smirk still on her lips.
"Madeline! Are you going to come and join us?" She called up the stairs, "We're waiting for your company."
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