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Yourenodaisy · 09-29-2012, 03:50 AM

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Originally Posted by Grangerfn1

His broomstick over his shoulder, Max made his way out of the courtyard, stopping once he reached the pathway that led to the Quidditch Pitch. He moved off to the side so he was out of the way of passersby, standing in a very small layer of snow covering the ground. He was trying to time this perfectly; with the way the sky looked, it SHOULD start to snow again soon, he thought. It didn't have to be a lot - just some flurries would make the day more special.

Max dug his free hand deep into his pocket, nervously anticipating Emmaleigh's arrival. He exhaled slowly, the condensation visible as he tried to slow his heart rate. He was right where they said they would meet - but he was five minutes early. He didn't want her waiting for him, so it was important that he got there first. And he had. So he waited, a giddy smile playing at the corners of his lips, anxious for the moment his Hufflepuff friend came into view.

Emmaleigh moved slowly on the paths heading towards the quidditch pitch. I was cold, so very cold, and there was a little bit of snow on the ground, meaning she had to tread carefully. Yes, she knew she was like two minutes late, but if she went any faster, she would probably end up on the ground. As she walked, she pulled the zipper on her blue coat up even more, wondering what Max had her out here in the snow for.

her face lit up as Max came into view. “Hey.” She said as she made her way to him. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.. you didn’t get too cold did you?” When she reached him, she took hold of his free arm., and looked up at him, “So, what are we doing out here?” Because if they were just gonna hang out, they could do that inside somewhere warm.

09-29-2012, 03:50 AM	#289 (permalink)
Yourenodaisy Billywig Join Date: Jun 2010 Posts: 3,747 Hogwarts RPG Name: E M Knight Fifth Year	Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker Quote: Originally Posted by Grangerfn1 His broomstick over his shoulder, Max made his way out of the courtyard, stopping once he reached the pathway that led to the Quidditch Pitch. He moved off to the side so he was out of the way of passersby, standing in a very small layer of snow covering the ground. He was trying to time this perfectly; with the way the sky looked, it SHOULD start to snow again soon, he thought. It didn't have to be a lot - just some flurries would make the day more special. Max dug his free hand deep into his pocket, nervously anticipating Emmaleigh's arrival. He exhaled slowly, the condensation visible as he tried to slow his heart rate. He was right where they said they would meet - but he was five minutes early. He didn't want her waiting for him, so it was important that he got there first. And he had. So he waited, a giddy smile playing at the corners of his lips, anxious for the moment his Hufflepuff friend came into view. Emmaleigh moved slowly on the paths heading towards the quidditch pitch. I was cold, so very cold, and there was a little bit of snow on the ground, meaning she had to tread carefully. Yes, she knew she was like two minutes late, but if she went any faster, she would probably end up on the ground. As she walked, she pulled the zipper on her blue coat up even more, wondering what Max had her out here in the snow for. her face lit up as Max came into view. “Hey.” She said as she made her way to him. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.. you didn’t get too cold did you?” When she reached him, she took hold of his free arm., and looked up at him, “So, what are we doing out here?” Because if they were just gonna hang out, they could do that inside somewhere warm. __________________ So many things are possible just as long as you don't know they're impossible