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MadAlice · 09-13-2011, 03:38 PM

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Originally Posted by kmalcolm12

George just sat through the entire meeting, listening to the speeches and suggestions without saying anything. He felt that his input would be just a repetition of what nearly everyone had said. Once the Head Boy and Girl gave them permission to eat, he helped himself to the food on the tables and sat himself down next to another first year girl and went on introducing himslef to people. "Hi. I'm George Ericsson, who are you?" He asked the girl.

Violet nearly choked on a bite of her BLT when she heard a voice right next to her. She hurriedly finished chewing and swallowed it, then turned to look into the baby-blue eyes of a boy she hadn't met before--what had he said his name was? That's right, George--she liked that name, it reminded her of her friend back home.

"Violet, Violet P. Blackthorne," she replied, holding out her hand to shake his. Then, suddenly, she realized it had bacon grease on it and hurriedly drew it back and wiped it on her napkin before trying again. "Pleased to meet you."

09-13-2011, 03:38 PM	#213 (permalink)
MadAlice Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Houston, Texas Posts: 2,394 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hope Archard Ravenclaw Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by kmalcolm12 George just sat through the entire meeting, listening to the speeches and suggestions without saying anything. He felt that his input would be just a repetition of what nearly everyone had said. Once the Head Boy and Girl gave them permission to eat, he helped himself to the food on the tables and sat himself down next to another first year girl and went on introducing himslef to people. "Hi. I'm George Ericsson, who are you?" He asked the girl. Violet nearly choked on a bite of her BLT when she heard a voice right next to her. She hurriedly finished chewing and swallowed it, then turned to look into the baby-blue eyes of a boy she hadn't met before--what had he said his name was? That's right, George--she liked that name, it reminded her of her friend back home. "Violet, Violet P. Blackthorne," she replied, holding out her hand to shake his. Then, suddenly, she realized it had bacon grease on it and hurriedly drew it back and wiped it on her napkin before trying again. "Pleased to meet you."