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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:43 AM

Luke had obviously overstepped his bounds calling Gran ‘old bat’ with a simple nod she had ordered two of the thugs to drag him off, no doubt for a sound beating. Ottery had to fight a mad compulsion to kiss Ron right then and there, he was looking so cute glaring angrily at the thugs taking Luke away (Ron hardly knew the boy, but to his sense of loyalty that didn’t matter).

“I’ll handle this, you make sure your dad doesn’t get fired, okay?” Ottery said nodding in the direction of Arthur, giving Ron a quick smile as he ran after the thugs.

“St. Catchpole?” Ottery heard Gran say to Neville. “Just what the devil riffraff have you been hanging around with boy?” She hollered.

“I see she’s still sore about not taking her out to the dance,” Ottery thought to himself. “No time for that now though.” The dark haired boy ran out into the metal hallway and saw nothing. It was empty. “Okay if I were a thug where could I get enough privacy to beat up a punk and then have a place to dump him?”

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Ultimate efficency ... Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert Luke had obviously overstepped his bounds calling Gran ‘old bat’ with a simple nod she had ordered two of the thugs to drag him off, no doubt for a sound beating. Ottery had to fight a mad compulsion to kiss Ron right then and there, he was looking so cute glaring angrily at the thugs taking Luke away (Ron hardly knew the boy, but to his sense of loyalty that didn’t matter). “I’ll handle this, you make sure your dad doesn’t get fired, okay?” Ottery said nodding in the direction of Arthur, giving Ron a quick smile as he ran after the thugs. “St. Catchpole?” Ottery heard Gran say to Neville. “Just what the devil riffraff have you been hanging around with boy?” She hollered. “I see she’s still sore about not taking her out to the dance,” Ottery thought to himself. “No time for that now though.” The dark haired boy ran out into the metal hallway and saw nothing. It was empty. “Okay if I were a thug where could I get enough privacy to beat up a punk and then have a place to dump him?” __________________