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Fire Eyes*Tayzer* · 12-02-2006, 07:23 AM

Sorry about the wait, I've just been pre-occupied...Anywho, here's a post! I should be posting more regularly now, since everything's out of the way!

When Lena got to the bottom of the stairs, Taylor was answering the door, and Ron, Patrick, John, Mary, and Ronnie talking to her.
“Hey guys,” Lena said.
“Hey Lena,” Mary said, who was in her fifth year.
“There’s food in the kitchen and dining room, Fred and Sam are outside playing quidditch, and Lena, you and Mary wanna go upstairs?” Taylor said.
“Sure,” Lena replied, “Come on Mare,”
John, Patrick, Ronnie, and Ron went outside to play quidditch, and Lena and Mary went upstairs.

Celestine came waddling down the steps, holding her Christmas dress up like a princess.
“When’s Zaver getting here, Mommy?” she asked Taylor.
“Here he is now honey,” Taylor said, seeing Ginny and Harry approaching with the kids, “Hey guys!”
“Hey Taylor,” Ginny said, “Happy Christmas Eve!”
Taylor smiled, “You too. Elizabeth, Taylor and Mary are upstairs; Xavier and Celestine, why don’t you go upstairs in her room and play?”
“Awight,” Xavier said, “But I want the fire twuck,”
“Okay,”
Taylor smiled at Harry, “Fred and Ron are outside with the boys,”
“Thanks,” Harry said, hugging Taylor, “Merry Christmas,”
“Merry Christmas,”
~.~.~
Mary and Lena were sitting in Lena’s bed, and Elizabeth was sitting in a chair, they were talking, while applying nail polish.
“So,” Elizabeth said, “You broke up with him?”
“Mm-hmm,” Lena said, “He’s a stupid jerk,”
Mary looked completely lost, “What are we talking about?” She was a fifth year and didn’t hang out with Lena at school.
“Jeffrey,” Lena shrugged.
“You broke up with him?”
“Yeah,” Lena said irritated, she closed a bottle of polish, “I can’t wait to open presents,”
~.~.~

Sam jumped over the coffee table and grabbed a handful of potato chips. John applauded and flew over after him. They laughed and fell onto the floor, grabbing handfuls more.
“Let’s go see who can clear a jump over all that ice outside,” Sam said.
“Alright,” John replied, and they both ran out back again, receiving dirty looks from their parents.
When they got outside, they stood over the ice, and tried to jump it. When they couldn’t, they just fell in the snow and talked.
“So,” John said, “Are you going to keep seeing Hilary?”
“See her?” Sam said, “I was never with her,”
“Seemed like it to me,” John retorted.
“Whatever,” Sam said, “I don’t know…d’you think she’d go out with me?”
“Most likely,” John said, “Considering you two spent the whole first half of the year snogging!”
“Maybe I’ll ask her out,” Sam said.
~.~.~

Celestine and Xavier were crawling around on the floor, growling like bears…or tigers…or?
“Growl!” Xavier said, “You can be the nice dragon, and I’ll be the mean one!” he stomped down off Celetine’s bed.
“Fine, but I want to be pink!” Celestine said.
“Dragons aren’t pink- they’re green!” Xavier said.
“That doesn’t matter!” Celestine said, “I can be pink if I want to! Or I’m not playing!”
“No! No! Play! I’m sorry, you can be pink! I’ll be green,”
“Thank you, Zaver,” Celestine said, “Besides, my daddy said that dragons are lots of colors! He’s seen one!”
“Really?” Xavier replied.
“Yup,” she said, “You mommy and daddy did too! When they went to skool!”
“Awesome!” Xavier said. Then they continued crawling around, until Harry ran past, going to the bathroom.
“Hey watchya doin?” he said.
“Nothing Daddy,” Xavier said, “playing dragons,”
“Did you know I once got an egg from a dragon? I was fourteen and I was in sort of a…test, and that was part of it, I had to get an egg from a dragon!”
“Whoa!” Xavier exclaimed.
“Mm-hmm,” Harry said, “Now I have to go,” and he ran towards the bathroom.
“Okay never mind,” Xavier said, “You can be a dragon, I want to be my daddy!”
~.~.~

Taylor was sitting on the couch, chatting with Ginny and Chereen. (Who had now shown up with George.)
“So, how have you been Chereen?” Taylor asked.
“Oh…fine,” Chereen replied, apparently somewhere else.
“That’s nice,” Taylor and Ginny replied. They had never really like Chereen; she had that airy presence, like she was always day-dreamy, and reminded them of Luna Lovegood.
“Mm-hmm,” Chereen said, “I’m going to go get some food now,” and she practically floated across the floor to the kitchen.
Taylor returned to Ginny, and scowled, “She’s a little…odd, don’t you think?”
“A little,” Ginny replied, “But George loves her. And that’s all that matters right? At least she’s got someone…poor Ron,”
“I know,” Taylor said, “I miss ‘Mione badly enough…I can only imagine how Ron must feel,”
“It’s a shame,” Ginny retorted, seeing tears in Taylor, and on the verge of them herself, “Hermione never deserved this. Neither did Ron,”
“No,” Taylor sobbed, “No, he didn’t,”
“But,” Ginny said, “Let’s cheer up! It’s Christmas Eve!”
“Alright,” Taylor said, “It’s almost time to open presents,”
~.~.~

Fred was sitting with Harry, Ron, and George outside on the porch. They were drinking butterbeers, and talking.
“So, anyhow, John came out of the…” Harry was saying.
After he finished, the other guys cracked up. They all laughed and threw their heads back.
Ron suddenly grew quiet and stared at the ground.
“What’s up, mate?” Harry asked.
“’Mione,” he mumbled.
“It’s been over three years Ron! I’m not saying don’t miss her, but move on a little!” George said.
“I know,” Ron said, “That’s what I mean…I wanna start seeing someone,”
“What?” Fred said, “Good luck,”
“I…I want someone like Taylor,” Ron replied.
Fred gagged on his butterbeer, “Sorry, little brother. Hottie babe, is mine,”
“I know,” Ron sighed, “Just someone like her. You know, smart, loyal, hot, and doesn’t have a problem snogging everywhere,”
Harry, Fred, and George stifled a laugh.
“Okay, sure,” Harry said, “We’ll help you, mate,”

Just then, Taylor’s head popped out the door.
Ron jumped back, and bit his lip, hoping Taylor hadn’t heard what he had said.
“Hey, guys,” she said, “Time to open presents,”
“Oh!” Ron sighed, “Oh! Yeah! Presents! Of course! Let’s go,”
The guys held in another laugh, and followed Ron inside.

When they got in the house, they all went into the living room. Fred, Ron, and George sat on the couch. Harry sat on the floor with Ginny and the kids. Chereen sat in a chair, and Taylor sat in Fred’s lap; video camera in her hands.
“Okay!” Taylor said, “Elizabeth! Why don’t you open the first present?”
Elizabeth nodded and started to grab a package, but just then, there was a horribly loud bang on the front door.

Think of this as a birthday present...on my birthday! Okay not funny, but it my birthday, everybody! Well, I'll be posting more now as I said. But on like, December 14-18, I'm gonna be gone, because I'm gonna go see my old friends from school in England! Yay!!!! Anywho, thanks for understanding!
~Taylor~

12-02-2006, 07:23 AM	#106 (permalink)
Fire EyesTayzer Knarl Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Dharmaville™ Posts: 9,334 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jack Fletcher Fourth Year	Dumbledore's Licorice Snaps Chipotle! Sorry about the wait, I've just been pre-occupied...Anywho, here's a post! I should be posting more regularly now, since everything's out of the way! When Lena got to the bottom of the stairs, Taylor was answering the door, and Ron, Patrick, John, Mary, and Ronnie talking to her. “Hey guys,” Lena said. “Hey Lena,” Mary said, who was in her fifth year. “There’s food in the kitchen and dining room, Fred and Sam are outside playing quidditch, and Lena, you and Mary wanna go upstairs?” Taylor said. “Sure,” Lena replied, “Come on Mare,” John, Patrick, Ronnie, and Ron went outside to play quidditch, and Lena and Mary went upstairs. Celestine came waddling down the steps, holding her Christmas dress up like a princess. “When’s Zaver getting here, Mommy?” she asked Taylor. “Here he is now honey,” Taylor said, seeing Ginny and Harry approaching with the kids, “Hey guys!” “Hey Taylor,” Ginny said, “Happy Christmas Eve!” Taylor smiled, “You too. Elizabeth, Taylor and Mary are upstairs; Xavier and Celestine, why don’t you go upstairs in her room and play?” “Awight,” Xavier said, “But I want the fire twuck,” “Okay,” Taylor smiled at Harry, “Fred and Ron are outside with the boys,” “Thanks,” Harry said, hugging Taylor, “Merry Christmas,” “Merry Christmas,” ~.~.~ Mary and Lena were sitting in Lena’s bed, and Elizabeth was sitting in a chair, they were talking, while applying nail polish. “So,” Elizabeth said, “You broke up with him?” “Mm-hmm,” Lena said, “He’s a stupid jerk,” Mary looked completely lost, “What are we talking about?” She was a fifth year and didn’t hang out with Lena at school. “Jeffrey,” Lena shrugged. “You broke up with him?” “Yeah,” Lena said irritated, she closed a bottle of polish, “I can’t wait to open presents,” ~.~.~ Sam jumped over the coffee table and grabbed a handful of potato chips. John applauded and flew over after him. They laughed and fell onto the floor, grabbing handfuls more. “Let’s go see who can clear a jump over all that ice outside,” Sam said. “Alright,” John replied, and they both ran out back again, receiving dirty looks from their parents. When they got outside, they stood over the ice, and tried to jump it. When they couldn’t, they just fell in the snow and talked. “So,” John said, “Are you going to keep seeing Hilary?” “See her?” Sam said, “I was never with her,” “Seemed like it to me,” John retorted. “Whatever,” Sam said, “I don’t know…d’you think she’d go out with me?” “Most likely,” John said, “Considering you two spent the whole first half of the year snogging!” “Maybe I’ll ask her out,” Sam said. ~.~.~ Celestine and Xavier were crawling around on the floor, growling like bears…or tigers…or? “Growl!” Xavier said, “You can be the nice dragon, and I’ll be the mean one!” he stomped down off Celetine’s bed. “Fine, but I want to be pink!” Celestine said. “Dragons aren’t pink- they’re green!” Xavier said. “That doesn’t matter!” Celestine said, “I can be pink if I want to! Or I’m not playing!” “No! No! Play! I’m sorry, you can be pink! I’ll be green,” “Thank you, Zaver,” Celestine said, “Besides, my daddy said that dragons are lots of colors! He’s seen one!” “Really?” Xavier replied. “Yup,” she said, “You mommy and daddy did too! When they went to skool!” “Awesome!” Xavier said. Then they continued crawling around, until Harry ran past, going to the bathroom. “Hey watchya doin?” he said. “Nothing Daddy,” Xavier said, “playing dragons,” “Did you know I once got an egg from a dragon? I was fourteen and I was in sort of a…test, and that was part of it, I had to get an egg from a dragon!” “Whoa!” Xavier exclaimed. “Mm-hmm,” Harry said, “Now I have to go,” and he ran towards the bathroom. “Okay never mind,” Xavier said, “You can be a dragon, I want to be my daddy!” ~.~.~ Taylor was sitting on the couch, chatting with Ginny and Chereen. (Who had now shown up with George.) “So, how have you been Chereen?” Taylor asked. “Oh…fine,” Chereen replied, apparently somewhere else. “That’s nice,” Taylor and Ginny replied. They had never really like Chereen; she had that airy presence, like she was always day-dreamy, and reminded them of Luna Lovegood. “Mm-hmm,” Chereen said, “I’m going to go get some food now,” and she practically floated across the floor to the kitchen. Taylor returned to Ginny, and scowled, “She’s a little…odd, don’t you think?” “A little,” Ginny replied, “But George loves her. And that’s all that matters right? At least she’s got someone…poor Ron,” “I know,” Taylor said, “I miss ‘Mione badly enough…I can only imagine how Ron must feel,” “It’s a shame,” Ginny retorted, seeing tears in Taylor, and on the verge of them herself, “Hermione never deserved this. Neither did Ron,” “No,” Taylor sobbed, “No, he didn’t,” “But,” Ginny said, “Let’s cheer up! It’s Christmas Eve!” “Alright,” Taylor said, “It’s almost time to open presents,” ~.~.~ Fred was sitting with Harry, Ron, and George outside on the porch. They were drinking butterbeers, and talking. “So, anyhow, John came out of the…” Harry was saying. After he finished, the other guys cracked up. They all laughed and threw their heads back. Ron suddenly grew quiet and stared at the ground. “What’s up, mate?” Harry asked. “’Mione,” he mumbled. “It’s been over three years Ron! I’m not saying don’t miss her, but move on a little!” George said. “I know,” Ron said, “That’s what I mean…I wanna start seeing someone,” “What?” Fred said, “Good luck,” “I…I want someone like Taylor,” Ron replied. Fred gagged on his butterbeer, “Sorry, little brother. Hottie babe, is mine,” “I know,” Ron sighed, “Just someone like her. You know, smart, loyal, hot, and doesn’t have a problem snogging everywhere,” Harry, Fred, and George stifled a laugh. “Okay, sure,” Harry said, “We’ll help you, mate,” Just then, Taylor’s head popped out the door. Ron jumped back, and bit his lip, hoping Taylor hadn’t heard what he had said. “Hey, guys,” she said, “Time to open presents,” “Oh!” Ron sighed, “Oh! Yeah! Presents! Of course! Let’s go,” The guys held in another laugh, and followed Ron inside. When they got in the house, they all went into the living room. Fred, Ron, and George sat on the couch. Harry sat on the floor with Ginny and the kids. Chereen sat in a chair, and Taylor sat in Fred’s lap; video camera in her hands. “Okay!” Taylor said, “Elizabeth! Why don’t you open the first present?” Elizabeth nodded and started to grab a package, but just then, there was a horribly loud bang on the front door. Think of this as a birthday present...on my birthday! Okay not funny, but it my birthday, everybody! Well, I'll be posting more now as I said. But on like, December 14-18, I'm gonna be gone, because I'm gonna go see my old friends from school in England! Yay!!!! Anywho, thanks for understanding! ~Taylor~ __________________ Have at thee! But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door? Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word? Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?