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DaniDiNardo · 05-27-2016, 09:52 PM

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Awful dramatic, wasn't she? "What's ew?" Blaise asked, genuinely confused by her reaction to the suggestion she and Davie might have been playing a game. There...was nothing wrong with playing games...They were fun, helped to pass the time around the castle and anyway they were both Ravenclaws; any game they played didn't have to go on pause when either had to go to their Common Room. The boy's brows crinkled as he considered the girl across from him. "Don't you like games?" How boring.

"He might not be the only one unbalanced." Hadley earned herself a meaningful look, brown eyes accusing her as they stared on. She shrieked like a banshee to prove that she didn't in fact shriek like a banshee, glared at him for...Merlin knew what and now she was shuddering at the idea of spending her time doing anything other than homework. So excuse him for ignoring every wrong she'd just called his friend out on. "I know loads of other people who'd look at you funny if you'd said that to 'em. Doesn't make him unbalanced, just makes him a kid who'd never met a muggleborn before." Which was normal. If she'd told HIM she'd never had a chocolate frog or knew Harry Potter, his quill would have gone flying and it'd have become a game of twenty questions--except she didn't play games. Strange strange girl that she was.

Blaise pulled a face at her suggestion, thinking her even stranger now. They'd shared classes and a castle for over a year and she thought he would help her with a Charm? The boy reached over in that minute, placing a hand to her forehead and pausing a moment. Poor thing surely had to be running a fever. What other explanation was there for all the weird that had been Hadley Denaker in the last five minutes? "We might need to get you to the Healer."

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite .... ............. Awful dramatic, wasn't she? "What's ew?" Blaise asked, genuinely confused by her reaction to the suggestion she and Davie might have been playing a game. There...was nothing wrong with playing games...They were fun, helped to pass the time around the castle and anyway they were both Ravenclaws; any game they played didn't have to go on pause when either had to go to their Common Room. The boy's brows crinkled as he considered the girl across from him. "Don't you like games?" How boring. "He might not be the only one unbalanced." Hadley earned herself a meaningful look, brown eyes accusing her as they stared on. She shrieked like a banshee to prove that she didn't in fact shriek like a banshee, glared at him for...Merlin knew what and now she was shuddering at the idea of spending her time doing anything other than homework. So excuse him for ignoring every wrong she'd just called his friend out on. "I know loads of other people who'd look at you funny if you'd said that to 'em. Doesn't make him unbalanced, just makes him a kid who'd never met a muggleborn before." Which was normal. If she'd told HIM she'd never had a chocolate frog or knew Harry Potter, his quill would have gone flying and it'd have become a game of twenty questions--except she didn't play games. Strange strange girl that she was. Blaise pulled a face at her suggestion, thinking her even stranger now. They'd shared classes and a castle for over a year and she thought he would help her with a Charm? The boy reached over in that minute, placing a hand to her forehead and pausing a moment. Poor thing surely had to be running a fever. What other explanation was there for all the weird that had been Hadley Denaker in the last five minutes? "We might need to get you to the Healer." __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.