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Magical Soul · 11-30-2016, 10:06 AM

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Originally Posted by Cedric

Judging by the way Genny's note was unusually short and lackluster, deprived of any doodles or exclamation marks (this was a first), Sam's friend must have been experiencing a case of the blues. About what? Who knew, not Sam. But he was ready to find out.

It wasn't often that he had to go up from the Gryffindor tower, but the Astronomy tower beat out his house common room when it came down to which was higher from the ground. And for good reason, of course.

The lump that was on formerly on his head, courtesy of Genny Tate, had now diminished, and was replaced only by a small bruise on the side of his forehead. An improvement, at least. He made his way to the highest point of the north tower. Sam did quite like it up here at this rooftop garden. It was probably even one of his favorite places in/on the castle. It was peaceful and refreshing, particularly during the school week when students were more sparse.

He found Genny leaning against the ledge, seemingly lost in thought. Her thoughtfulness made Sam more curious about what might have brought about said thoughtfulness. "You know if you stand still enough, the ghost of Professor Burbage turns you into stone. A statue to complement her garden.." He placed his hands in his pockets as he stopped beside her.

It wasn't half bad standing here doing nothing but staring out to the distance. This marked probably the second or third time in Genny's life where she was quietly thoughtful. The air was not stinging cold like in past months which was nice because she loved summer more.

Sam was finally here! She turned a little to face him. "That's not funny, and she'll hear you and come screeching." Did she screech? No. That was Myrtle. Anyway. She went back to ledge-leaning. "How do you make those things up," adding quietly. It was usually fun but she was not in the mood to laugh. She was the least interesting girl in school!!!!!!!!! Ugh. Ugh. She didn’t believe she was going to ask Sam what she was going to ask him. Her chin was in her hands as she leaned, they squished her face and everything. She didn’t look half as attractive as she wanted to. “How’s your studying going?” Good, seamless introduction.

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Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Cedric Judging by the way Genny's note was unusually short and lackluster, deprived of any doodles or exclamation marks (this was a first), Sam's friend must have been experiencing a case of the blues. About what? Who knew, not Sam. But he was ready to find out. It wasn't often that he had to go up from the Gryffindor tower, but the Astronomy tower beat out his house common room when it came down to which was higher from the ground. And for good reason, of course. The lump that was on formerly on his head, courtesy of Genny Tate, had now diminished, and was replaced only by a small bruise on the side of his forehead. An improvement, at least. He made his way to the highest point of the north tower. Sam did quite like it up here at this rooftop garden. It was probably even one of his favorite places in/on the castle. It was peaceful and refreshing, particularly during the school week when students were more sparse. He found Genny leaning against the ledge, seemingly lost in thought. Her thoughtfulness made Sam more curious about what might have brought about said thoughtfulness. "You know if you stand still enough, the ghost of Professor Burbage turns you into stone. A statue to complement her garden.." He placed his hands in his pockets as he stopped beside her. It wasn't half bad standing here doing nothing but staring out to the distance. This marked probably the second or third time in Genny's life where she was quietly thoughtful. The air was not stinging cold like in past months which was nice because she loved summer more. Sam was finally here! She turned a little to face him. "*That's not funny, and she'll hear* you and come screeching." Did she screech? No. That was Myrtle. Anyway. She went back to ledge-leaning. "How do you make those things up," adding quietly. It was usually fun but she was not in the mood to laugh. She was the least interesting girl in school!!!!!!!!! Ugh. Ugh. She didn’t believe she was going to ask Sam what she was going to ask him. Her chin was in her hands as she leaned, they squished her face and everything. She didn’t look half as attractive as she wanted to. “How’s your studying going?**” Good, seamless introduction.