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Post by ℓavender on Jun 2, 2006 13:12:48 GMT -5
Ah the world as we see it. So strong yet can be broken by the slightest trip of a small feather. Why was it if a person did one thing slightly wrong everything would fall to peices? If the muggle president announced he was apointing someone nobody liked to his serior officor what would people say about that? Why there would be uproar of cours?
Katie Rutter walked though a derelikt grave yard huming as she went. There were blue chilling sparks coming from her wand. She herself was patronisingly cold. One of the coldest girls you'd meet? The air around her chilled as she sat down on a grave yard bench as if waiting for something to happen...
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Post by FF7 on Jun 2, 2006 16:18:48 GMT -5
*FF7 walked silently through the graveyard- the fog growing more mistier than ever. Her eyes coursed strongly across to a figure on one of the grave yard benches- wondering why one would come at this time. She walked slowly across to approach the figure yet she grew frightfully cold; she rubbed her arms as she shaked then flicked her wand so it would make a fiery glow.*
'Who can sit there so still and yet silent in this cold?' She thought.
*She held her wand high as if a fired splint then approached the figure; the figure's face appeared to her by her wand's fiery light and her eyebrows raised with surprise.*
"Katie? Are you ok? It's frightfully chilly-- your wand is sparking blue- it's making the air surrounding you; much colder--here...."
*She sat down next to her with her fiery wand close to Katie.*
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Post by ℓavender on Jun 5, 2006 10:59:51 GMT -5
Ah, a familiar voice, how Katie hated familiar voices.. they were so.. predicibly familiar and you would know who the person was instantly... familiar voices.. So Katie looked up, it was Hannah, who also liked to be called FF7 "I like the cold" she said in, predicibly, a cold voice.
The girl sat down. "I'd be careful where you sit if I were you...." She gave her a small death glare "... Hannah" see the referd use of not useing nicknames? Oh how sweet...
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Post by FF7 on Jun 6, 2006 12:47:44 GMT -5
*She budged abit away from Katie and wondered why she was reacting this way. FF7 held her wand very tight and felt the heat on her face that came from the tip of it; Katie gave her a stone glare and FF7 stood up in confusion.*
Katie....i...never mind; i....im going, i know how you hate familiar voices and...you obviously don't want me here.
*She turned away in silence.*
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Post by ℓavender on Jun 9, 2006 11:41:12 GMT -5
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