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therock_sorceress · 10-15-2012, 11:37 PM

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Originally Posted by emjay

Ethan dragged himself up the stairs to his dorm and headed straight for his bed. Events of the day, combined with so many conflicting emotions, pushed to the forefront of his mind and were the boy's only focus. And so he came to the one place he could be alone with his thoughts.. a place were he could be away from the the crazy feelings that girls seemed to bring up. The fifteen year old flopped backwards onto his bed and brought his pillow up over his head, hiding his face.

He'd never missed Jean-Pierre so much in his life. The boy desperately wished his best friend was here.. he would know what to do. Of course, he could always owl him.. but talking in person was always better. So he was pretty much stuck.. How was it that he had been at Hogwarts nearly three months and not one of his friends was a guy - they were all girls.. Maybe that was part of the problem..

And the worst part of it was, he was fairly certain that someone was going to get hurt.. though the one hurting right now was him.

Dragging his feet up the stairs, not looking where he's going due to him staring into space, Mick entered the boys' dorm. But not without stubbing his foot into the last top step, painfully. Mother of Mary, that hurts! he thought to himself, while keeping a brave face. His eyes blinked back to reality, he noticed there were others in the room. Mick slightly waved to everyone, with a small grin on his face. "I'm okay," he said awkwardly.

Mick took a running start before hopping successfully onto his bed, I still got it, he thought as he proudly looking at the ceiling. An old derby hat sat on his bedside table with a card beside it. Mick turned to his side to pick up the hat and the card. He saw a glimpse of it as he ran to his bed but didn't think anything of it. The card read Michael, written in his father's handwriting. After flipping to the back of the card, he swiftly proofreaded the message inscribed and then dropped the hat on top of his head. Dad knows I hate being called Michael, and he calls me that anyway. Things never change...

At the corner of his eye, he observed a boy next to his bed looking down on the dumps...Or really likes sleeping with his face buried in a pillow. "Yo, mate! Anything wrong?" Mick asked, glancing at the guy.

10-15-2012, 11:37 PM	#9 (permalink)
therock_sorceress Mocking Malfoy Fred's Wardrobe Jobberknoll Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Nowhere. I lurk. Posts: 4,108 Hogwarts RPG Name: Michael Alexander DeLarge (a.k.a. Mick) Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by emjay Ethan dragged himself up the stairs to his dorm and headed straight for his bed. Events of the day, combined with so many conflicting emotions, pushed to the forefront of his mind and were the boy's only focus. And so he came to the one place he could be alone with his thoughts.. a place were he could be away from the the crazy feelings that girls seemed to bring up. The fifteen year old flopped backwards onto his bed and brought his pillow up over his head, hiding his face. He'd never missed Jean-Pierre so much in his life. The boy desperately wished his best friend was here.. he would know what to do. Of course, he could always owl him.. but talking in person was always better. So he was pretty much stuck.. How was it that he had been at Hogwarts nearly three months and not one of his friends was a guy - they were all girls.. Maybe that was part of the problem.. And the worst part of it was, he was fairly certain that someone was going to get hurt.. though the one hurting right now was him. Dragging his feet up the stairs, not looking where he's going due to him staring into space, Mick entered the boys' dorm. But not without stubbing his foot into the last top step, painfully. Mother of Mary, that hurts! he thought to himself, while keeping a brave face. His eyes blinked back to reality, he noticed there were others in the room. Mick slightly waved to everyone, with a small grin on his face. "I'm okay," he said awkwardly. Mick took a running start before hopping successfully onto his bed, I still got it, he thought as he proudly looking at the ceiling. An old derby hat sat on his bedside table with a card beside it. Mick turned to his side to pick up the hat and the card. He saw a glimpse of it as he ran to his bed but didn't think anything of it. The card read Michael, written in his father's handwriting. After flipping to the back of the card, he swiftly proofreaded the message inscribed and then dropped the hat on top of his head. Dad knows I hate being called Michael, and he calls me that anyway. Things never change... At the corner of his eye, he observed a boy next to his bed looking down on the dumps...Or really likes sleeping with his face buried in a pillow. "Yo, mate! Anything wrong?" Mick asked, glancing at the guy. __________________ Falling in love is such an easy thing to do. Birds can do it, we can do it Let's stop talking, let's get to it...Let's fall in Love!