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[25 Jan 2008|12:37am] |
Who: Kate and Emerson
Where: An empty classroom.
When: Thursday evening.
What: Kate has called a "study" session.
Kate already knew plenty about Ancient Runes. They weren't her best subject, but she hardly needed a tutor. In fact, she'd never had one in her life, merely on principal. Kate always helped herself, but she thought it was cute that this little Ravenclaw had actually believed she was in dire need of help.
Taking a seat at one of the table, she propped her chin up in her hand and waited for him to join her. Honestly, she wasn't really sure how to go about this...she'd have to judge the situation once he made an appearance. Either way, it needed to be done fast. She had hardly any time to seal the deal.
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[25 Jan 2008|01:39am] |
Who: Neville and Libby
What: Neville hurt himself (is it a surprise?)
Where: The hospital wing
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: PG? TBD
Neville was watering some plants in the greenhouses, when he slipped on a shovel and tripped onto the floor, breaking his nose for about the fourteenth time in his life. Even as an adult, he was still fairly clumsy, and was never something he grew out of. He was just a little less awkward about social situations and the like.
He held a towel over his bleeding nose and hightailed it to the hospital wing, looking for Libby to set his nose straight and to stop the bleeding.
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[25 Jan 2008|01:00pm] |
Who: Ned and Daphne
Where: Prefect's bathroom, 3rd floor
What: Swimming
When: Midnight, Friday
Rated: TBD
Ned tore up the stairs of the Ravenclaw girls dorm, stopping at the 7th year room. Sneaking inside, he knelt down next to Daphne's bed.
"Oy. Oy, you. Get up," he whispered, prodding her gently. "Get up. I've got a surprise for you!"
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[25 Jan 2008|07:43pm] |
Who: Jane, OTA
Where: Library
What: Re-writing this week's notes.
When: Just about the time to be kicked out on Friday
Rated: TBA
Most were gone from the library at this late hour, but there Jane was, her notes strewn across a table, her nose so close to the surface that one might think it were touching. It was her Friday ritual. Most everyone was making plans in the common room leaving the library most deserted after the dinner hour, so it left her, her quill and each perfectly even stroke, alone.
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