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Star-Lord · 07-11-2011, 06:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Clutching the book, Aimée wandered away from the Library and hesitated at the staircase. Should she go up, and read in the Common Room, or her dorm? Or should she go down, and read on the Grounds? She had her scarf already on, and her thick robes, and so decided on the latter, sliding her hand gently on the banister as she moved down.

As she passed through the corridor, in the direction of the next staircase, the blonde heard the humming of a song she vaguely recognised, and pondered where it came from, but in the end shrugged it off; she'd probably remember it better if she didn't think about it, she thought, and she mentally stored the question at the back of her brain. It didn't take much effort, though - the sight she next saw consumed most of her attention, (although it did give her some clue as to what song it had been). She looked away from the floor, up to the ceiling, and rubbed her eyes, ensuring she wasn't imagining the sight, before she knelt down on the floor next to the boy.

"Are - excuse me?" she muttered, wondering if he'd fainted or something. She frowned, recognising the black hair, and the bright green she could see between her fingers, and a short giggle escaped from her lips. "Stephen? Are you okay?"

Sighing, Stephen felt himself fall asleep due to there being nothing around to entertain him. Or so he thought. Hearing a familiar voice, he groaned, not from the person next to him, but the sharp pain her just got on his side. "Was it that easy to recognize me?" He asked, slowly sitting up and facing Aimee. Or Miss Who like to disappear for ages. "Um, I think so. I just have a big bruise on my side from falling off my sled early. No big deal," he shrugged, knowing it be better of he went to the nurse. But Stephen didn't like medical purple.

"So, what brings your blondieness to the third floor? Going out for some fresh air and reading?" He asked, pointing to the book in her hands.

07-11-2011, 06:52 PM	#112 (permalink)
Star-Lord DMGS & DMT Mooncalf Join Date: May 2009 Location: Gotham [GMT -5] Posts: 6,974 x2	★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Clutching the book, Aimée wandered away from the Library and hesitated at the staircase. Should she go up, and read in the Common Room, or her dorm? Or should she go down, and read on the Grounds? She had her scarf already on, and her thick robes, and so decided on the latter, sliding her hand gently on the banister as she moved down. As she passed through the corridor, in the direction of the next staircase, the blonde heard the humming of a song she vaguely recognised, and pondered where it came from, but in the end shrugged it off; she'd probably remember it better if she didn't think about it, she thought, and she mentally stored the question at the back of her brain. It didn't take much effort, though - the sight she next saw consumed most of her attention, (although it did give her some clue as to what song it had been). She looked away from the floor, up to the ceiling, and rubbed her eyes, ensuring she wasn't imagining the sight, before she knelt down on the floor next to the boy. "Are - excuse me?" she muttered, wondering if he'd fainted or something. She frowned, recognising the black hair, and the bright green she could see between her fingers, and a short giggle escaped from her lips. "Stephen? Are you okay?" Sighing, Stephen felt himself fall asleep due to there being nothing around to entertain him. Or so he thought. Hearing a familiar voice, he groaned, not from the person next to him, but the sharp pain her just got on his side. "Was it that easy to recognize me?" He asked, slowly sitting up and facing Aimee. Or Miss Who like to disappear for ages. "Um, I think so. I just have a big bruise on my side from falling off my sled early. No big deal," he shrugged, knowing it be better of he went to the nurse. But Stephen didn't like medical purple. "So, what brings your blondieness to the third floor? Going out for some fresh air and reading?" He asked, pointing to the book in her hands. __________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break; Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface;