03-27-2006, 06:45 AM
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Sphinx
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| Nabs!Ama | | The Happy Hufflepuff OOC: I know you do, I love you more Mrs. Blotts was up and as energetic as a 63 year old woman could be without giving herself heart failure. There was half an hour to go before she would open the doors to the scores of children who would be on their summer holidays. She flitted around the shop, humming to herself as she dusted the shelves and wiped down the surfaces of some books. ------------------------------------------- Nikolai Vannacutt was standing in front of the fireplace of his home in Bulgaria. In his hand was a short note from his father, the Count, telling him to go to Diagon Alley in London and that he would be joined by the useless man in a week or so. "Goodbye Bulgaria." He said to the vast emptiness that was his father's study. |
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