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Originally Posted by
hermygirl 
Spike laughed, from behind the trophy. "You're definitely real, Jimmy?" As in, not a ghost. Because that voice had momentarily sounded quite ghost-like. And with the current state of his eyes, Spike thought it best to check.
...There again, if Jimmy was eating, then he had to be real. Spike gave a sigh of relief at his own realisation. Wasn't much good being a ghost, and not being able to touch and hold things. Or have proper food.
Food.
"I'll be waiting..." he replied with a grin.
Now. Food. For real, this time. Where were the sausages? Or cake? He could quite easily just skip to the cake part.
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Originally Posted by
Snape'sGirlThru&Thru So far, so good...
Emily smiled, she had a feeling he wouldn't forget.
MEEP!
She'd been spotted!
Vashti froze as if she were a prisoner caught in the act of escaping her prison cell which, in a way, she was. But then Emily started giggling and said she was okay with her not wanting to dance. Instantly, the fourth year relaxed, sighing in relief.
"Thanks, Em," she replied, sending the girl a smile. "You're the best."
"I know I am", she joked along with Vashti... she bega to feel guilty, for making her dance in the first place- although to be fair it was in the name of celebration. After all Ravenclaw had won the Quidditch Cup!!!!! ......epic!
Emily was beginning to feel a little unwell.. she had an ache in her chest.. or was it her heart? She couldn't tell the difference. She looked over at the buffet, Vindictus was still sitting at one of the tables with Jacob.
Ow! there it was again... that pain, that horrible achy pain in her chest. She could feel Finlays warm and and arms wrapped around her waist, it was comforting and warm... and pleasant. Though a small part of her wished it was somebody else... and we all knew who that somebody else was. Tearing her eyes away from Vindictus she rested her cheek on Finlay's chest as the music began to slow. Now she had a different ache...guilt.
How could she be dancing with lovely Finlay when all she could think about was
him? It made her feel sick, right to the pits of her stomach.