07-03-2011, 03:05 PM
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Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,950
Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Fourth Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter Jayce clambered through the portrait after hearing word of some sort of meeting? He wasn't sure why there'd be a meeting or why all of the Gryffindor was supposed to attend. Maybe he'd done something wrong and was about to get scolded by people his own age AND the younger students! OH THE HORROR. So, as he glanced about the now crowded Common room, the boy paused. It didn't seem like they were going to yell at him or anything and- OH. COOOOKIEEES.
The seventh year boy bounded through the crowd and scooped up two cookies. ONE FOR EACH HAND. He beamed before grabbing what appeared to be the only free arm chair as he waited for Legend, the quidditch captain- who's name wouldn't come to mind at the moment, along with the female prefect.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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