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[19 Jan 2008|05:00am] |
Who: Ned and Daphne
What: Activities of the magical creature sort
Where: Forbidden Forest
When: Saturday morning
Rated: PG?
Ned bent down and tied his shoe. He'd need them to be nice and tight when he entered the forest. There was always the looming possibility of running in there. And Ned liked to be prepared. His mum and dad always made sure to bore that lesson, if none else, into his head.
"Okay. Let's see," he said, talking to himself, but not caring who heard. "I've got the food, the clippers, my wand, gloves, and..." He cast his sight around him. He was missing something. He knew it.
Where was his textbook? He needed to go over procedures.
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[19 Jan 2008|08:01pm] |
Who: Chuck and Lucy
What: Lots of CRAZY
Where: The halls (again)
When: Saturday Night
Once again, it was late, Chuck was out when he wasn't supposed to be, and instead of rushing back to the Slytherin common room after his visit to the kitchen he was ambling down the corridors, enjoying a particularly sticky cinnamon bun. He was eating it slowly, savoring it as he walked, stopping now and then to peel back the paper that the elves had wrapped it in. Really, he was in no hurry to get back, and he was slightly less comfortable than he looked.
Actually, he was still sort of pissed about the whole inquisition he'd been subjected to when Diego gave him veritaserum the other day. Not just the stuff about rape that left him feeling more uneasy than before. It was all those stupid questions about Lucy. He couldn't shake the truth though. Since when was he in love with her? He was Chuck Ackerley, he didn't fall in love. That was for pansies. People without brains, with romantic sensabilities. Which he didn't have, thanks.
He frowned slightly, trying to banish all thoughts related to Lucy or Diego or... Alright, so it'd just be really helpful if he simply stopped thinking for a little bit, but that probably wasn't going to happen. Anyway, looking a bit disgruntled, Chuck leaned against the wall, popping the last of his snack into his mouth and licking the remnants off his fingers. He could hear someone coming, faintly, but really didn't care. So maybe someone caught him, and maybe he'd get in trouble. Not like he couldn't weasle his way out of it.
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[19 Jan 2008|09:54pm] |
WHO: Al and Serena Inglebee
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: Outside Hufflepuff commons
Al had just gotten through with apologizing to Aubrey for ditching a girl not in his house on him during the party. He was only a little ways away from the Hufflepuff common room, where he had just left his cousin, when he saw a familiar blonde in the corridor.
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