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Hermione_loves_Ron · 06-14-2007, 08:51 AM

My Favorite Scar

OoC: Mozzie O'Neil belongs to me. Jose is product of Boys Like Ama, Fantasy is the creation of Fateylicious and Frankie is possession of Nienna ~~and Mozzie~~

Mozzie pranced down the hall in search of someone, anyone, to talk to. With exams on their way, Nolan had barricaded himself in the Boys Dorm, never to be seen again. Or at least not for the next three days. He would sit and waste away until every words in their text books and essays were absorbed by process of osmosis. Then he would return to the living world, disheveled, starving and wearing the same clothes from the prior days with bags beneath his eyes.

She scoured the halls for people. anyone. Even that nasty Salinea or that rotten Fantasy. Where was Jose? Were these people actually studying? Who would waste their time learning what they hadn’t learned by now? Pausing by a row of armour, Mozzie scratched her cheek lightly and nibbled on her lower lip. When empty, Hogwarts was kind of eerie.

Why wasn’t Frankie around? He didn’t actually study, did he?

As if her thoughts could summon him, Frankie appeared at the intersection of her hallway and his. Stepping towards the armour, she stealthily watched him, fingers clutching the crevices of the stone wall she had flattened herself against. Frankie Gavino paused, back to her and looked down the staircase before him.

Jumping out from behind the armour, Mozzie barreled down the hallway, crying out “Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaankiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The boy jumped and began to turn around as Mozzie leapt through the air and landed on his back, legs wrapping around him and arms strangling his neck. Unbalanced, the momentum knocked Frankie over and the two screamed (as well as laughed, in Frankie’s part) as they tumbled down the stairs.

“Ooooowww… oh Merlin it huuuuuuuuuurts,” Mozzie moaned, laying across her friend.

“The school is spinning,” Frankie remarked in a dazed manner.

“It hurts to move my—OW!—arm.”

“I feel sticky.”

Sticky? Without moving, Mozzie looked up and over at Frankie.

“Holy sour sticks,” she yelped, sitting up with a whimper of pain. “You’re bleeding!” she said, pointing to a cut above Frankie’s left eyebrow which was emitting a steady trickle of sticky blood.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’M BLEEDING! HELP ME MOZZIE I’M BLEEEEEEEEDDIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG!” he shrieked in hysterics before calming down with sudden ease. “Cool.”

And with that said, Frankie passed out.

06-14-2007, 08:51 AM	#2 (permalink)
Hermione_loves_Ron Hungarian Horntail Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City Posts: 69,656 Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year	Brain Twin \| MASTAH ASHURRII \| Reisdent PokeNerd \| Digifangirl My Favorite Scar OoC: Mozzie O'Neil belongs to me. Jose is product of Boys Like Ama, Fantasy is the creation of Fateylicious and Frankie is possession of Nienna ~~and Mozzie~~ Mozzie pranced down the hall in search of someone, anyone, to talk to. With exams on their way, Nolan had barricaded himself in the Boys Dorm, never to be seen again. Or at least not for the next three days. He would sit and waste away until every words in their text books and essays were absorbed by process of osmosis. Then he would return to the living world, disheveled, starving and wearing the same clothes from the prior days with bags beneath his eyes. She scoured the halls for people. anyone. Even that nasty Salinea or that rotten Fantasy. Where was Jose? Were these people actually studying? Who would waste their time learning what they hadn’t learned by now? Pausing by a row of armour, Mozzie scratched her cheek lightly and nibbled on her lower lip. When empty, Hogwarts was kind of eerie. Why wasn’t Frankie around? He didn’t actually study, did he? As if her thoughts could summon him, Frankie appeared at the intersection of her hallway and his. Stepping towards the armour, she stealthily watched him, fingers clutching the crevices of the stone wall she had flattened herself against. Frankie Gavino paused, back to her and looked down the staircase before him. Jumping out from behind the armour, Mozzie barreled down the hallway, crying out “Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaankiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The boy jumped and began to turn around as Mozzie leapt through the air and landed on his back, legs wrapping around him and arms strangling his neck. Unbalanced, the momentum knocked Frankie over and the two screamed (as well as laughed, in Frankie’s part) as they tumbled down the stairs. “Ooooowww… oh Merlin it huuuuuuuuuurts,” Mozzie moaned, laying across her friend. “The school is spinning,” Frankie remarked in a dazed manner. “It hurts to move my—OW!—arm.” “I feel sticky.” Sticky? Without moving, Mozzie looked up and over at Frankie. “Holy sour sticks,” she yelped, sitting up with a whimper of pain. “You’re bleeding!” she said, pointing to a cut above Frankie’s left eyebrow which was emitting a steady trickle of sticky blood. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’M BLEEDING! HELP ME MOZZIE I’M BLEEEEEEEEDDIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG!” he shrieked in hysterics before calming down with sudden ease. “Cool.” And with that said, Frankie passed out. __________________ 'Cause out of all the people I've known, the places I've been, the songs that I have sung, The wonders I've seen, now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through? TUNE IN! POTTERWATCH && BOOKCLUB Last edited by Hermione_loves_Ron; 06-15-2007 at 06:49 AM.