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ahshlyn · 07-03-2006, 02:10 AM

Here ye are. A new post fer da tree of ye.

I was running away from him, again. This time, it was raining and I was deadly afraid I would slip and he would get this time. He has never gotten once. I don't plan for it to be this time. It wasn't helping my fears the fact that I was wearing high heels and a nice, new long dress. Alas, my fears had come true. You guessed it, I tripped and fell.

His footsteps came closer and closer and then, all of a sudden, the started in the opposite direction. Was he... was he running away? I heard a door open and footsteps come closer. I tried to stand up but my ankle felt as though it were twisted and I think my knee got busted up as well.

"KeKe? Are you all right? You took quite a fall."

I looked up at the boy who spoke. It was Pothead. "Pothead. I... I mean, James. I... uh... could you... I mean... could you please... uh... help me? I think I twisted my ankle. I can't stand up."

"Why should I help you? You keep calling me Pothead. At least Lily is nice enough to call me Potter, not Pothead. Why do you call me Pothead?"

"I... I don't know. I'm sorry. Will you help me?"

"Nah. I still don't think I should help you. You threatened me earlier, remember?"

"How could I forget? I apologized now help me up or I'll jinx/hex you all the way to Tokyo U and back, three times! Got it? Now help me!!"

"Ok, ok. No need to be picky. Hang on." He set down the umbrella he had in his hands on the ground beside him, closed of course. He puts one of his arms around my waist and hoists me up. I giggle softly to myself, hoping James didn't hear me.

"Are you laughing at me?" he questions.

Shoot. He heard me. "Of course not, Mr. Prongs. I'm laughing with you."

"But I wasn't laughing," he said as he bent down to pick up the umbrella.

"Goodness, Mr Prongs. You are very slow. I'm already wet as it is... never mind. You can keep out in the rain as long as you want. After I'm all bandaged up that is."

He snorted. "Like I would leave you out in the rain dressed like that? No, actually I would leave you out but since you're injured. By the way, try not to make a lot of noise when we get in. The other two are asleep."

"Your parents aren't home? And what are you doing awake this early?"

He shook his head. "Yeah, my parents aren't home. I dunno where they went. I'm awake at this hour 'cause I'm helping you." I giggled.

"No, dummie. Why were you awake in the first place?"

"Oh," he said as he opened the front door, "I had to go to the washroom."

I made gagging noises and he started laughing. "You better have washed your hands, Mr. Prongs or you're road kill."

"That's insulting. But, no I didn't wash my hands." I squealed loudly.

"That's so gross, James!!!"

"Would you be quiet?? I didn't even go yet, god. Jump to conclusions, and don't make me road kill. That's horrible to say." I rolled my eyes as we walked slowly up the stairs. Suddenly, someone shouted something.

Sorry. I know it's short but... *shrugs* I would post more but I have to go... Post more maybe tomorrow or tuesday... Signaler plus tard ! Oh and dont ask who the guy chasing her was. She doesn't know so that means I dont know. Espoir vous avez apprécié ce poteau ! I've recently devolped a obsession for different languages. Mainly French. And I've got an obsession over Remus. Just ask Katie. I'm like in love with Remus. He's why I wrote this FF. *giggles* I'm just going to go now.

07-03-2006, 02:10 AM	#8 (permalink)
ahshlyn Formerly: AutumnSun Kelpie Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: paperbin Posts: 26,363 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maisie Travers Fifth Year	No fun tag! \| Haha, Zombie! \| Nyeaarr! Here ye are. A new post fer da tree of ye. I was running away from him, again. This time, it was raining and I was deadly afraid I would slip and he would get this time. He has never gotten once. I don't plan for it to be this time. It wasn't helping my fears the fact that I was wearing high heels and a nice, new long dress. Alas, my fears had come true. You guessed it, I tripped and fell. His footsteps came closer and closer and then, all of a sudden, the started in the opposite direction. Was he... was he running away? I heard a door open and footsteps come closer. I tried to stand up but my ankle felt as though it were twisted and I think my knee got busted up as well. "KeKe? Are you all right? You took quite a fall." I looked up at the boy who spoke. It was Pothead. "Pothead. I... I mean, James. I... uh... could you... I mean... could you please... uh... help me? I think I twisted my ankle. I can't stand up." "Why should I help you? You keep calling me Pothead. At least Lily is nice enough to call me Potter, not Pothead. Why do you call me Pothead?" "I... I don't know. I'm sorry. Will you help me?" "Nah. I still don't think I should help you. You threatened me earlier, remember?" "How could I forget? I apologized now help me up or I'll jinx/hex you all the way to Tokyo U and back, three times! Got it? Now help me!!" "Ok, ok. No need to be picky. Hang on." He set down the umbrella he had in his hands on the ground beside him, closed of course. He puts one of his arms around my waist and hoists me up. I giggle softly to myself, hoping James didn't hear me. "Are you laughing at me?" he questions. Shoot. He heard me. "Of course not, Mr. Prongs. I'm laughing with you." "But I wasn't laughing," he said as he bent down to pick up the umbrella. "Goodness, Mr Prongs. You are very slow. I'm already wet as it is... never mind. You can keep out in the rain as long as you want. After I'm all bandaged up that is." He snorted. "Like I would leave you out in the rain dressed like that? No, actually I would leave you out but since you're injured. By the way, try not to make a lot of noise when we get in. The other two are asleep." "Your parents aren't home? And what are you doing awake this early?" He shook his head. "Yeah, my parents aren't home. I dunno where they went. I'm awake at this hour 'cause I'm helping you." I giggled. "No, dummie. Why were you awake in the first place?" "Oh," he said as he opened the front door, "I had to go to the washroom." I made gagging noises and he started laughing. "You better have washed your hands, Mr. Prongs or you're road kill." "That's insulting. But, no I didn't wash my hands." I squealed loudly. "That's so gross, James!!!" "Would you be quiet?? I didn't even go yet, god. Jump to conclusions, and don't make me road kill. That's horrible to say." I rolled my eyes as we walked slowly up the stairs. Suddenly, someone shouted something. Sorry. I know it's short but... shrugs I would post more but I have to go... Post more maybe tomorrow or tuesday... Signaler plus tard ! Oh and dont ask who the guy chasing her was. She doesn't know so that means I dont know. Espoir vous avez apprécié ce poteau ! I've recently devolped a obsession for different languages. Mainly French. And I've got an obsession over Remus. Just ask Katie. I'm like in love with Remus. He's why I wrote this FF. giggles I'm just going to go now. __________________ about harry potter : "a generation grew up with them." .. "why do you live?" "because I have something worth living for." He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!" Last edited by ahshlyn; 08-07-2006 at 08:56 PM.