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Fira · 01-04-2010, 01:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Pink Ninja

A WHILE LATER-

Dora whistled as she waited for the lift to open on Level Eight. SHe had just left from the cafeteria and was on her way back down to the Department of Mysteries. As the bell dinged and the doors opened she was hit with quite a shock.

Running into the lifts and letting the doors close behind her she hit the button for Level Nine and listened as the disembodied voice said Department of Mysteries.

Noticing the blood she knelt down and unholstered her wand. Hand shaking, afraid someone had killed him for some reason or another Dora muttered, "Rennverate". Now she waited for him to awaken so he could tell her what the hell had happened.

He was walking on a beach and though the weather was gloomy he felt quite exhilarated at the sight of the dark blue sea. He walked closer to the shore breathing the refreshing salty air in his lungs and watched the little circles of water appearing on the surface as it started to rain. A sudden lightning hit his eyes from the horizon distracting him so he turned around and saw a little cottage set on the soft sands just about a few meters away. Peacefully smiling to himself, th blond man slowly walked to the cottage and opened the slightly damp wooden door as he felt a warmness inside...

Then there was no cottage but darkness and severe pain on his nose, not to forget the headache and the coldness of the floor. The smell was not salty anymore instead he smelled something like sweet perfume and when he opened his eyes, he saw a blurred image of a woman looking at him. ''Persephone?'' he said quietly but regretted it immediately when his sight got back to normal and the so when the solid reality hit him recognising the woman. ''Sorry'' Ryan quickly apologised and straightened up some as he rubbed his nose to ease the pain ''Dora...What happened here?''

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Fira Doxy Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: GMT+3 Posts: 6,021 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hunter Carter First Year x5 x4	9 3/4 ticket holder / The SS Mentalist / Sherlock / The Master Of Everything / Josh + <3 = Ev Quote: Originally Posted by Pink Ninja A WHILE LATER- Dora whistled as she waited for the lift to open on Level Eight. SHe had just left from the cafeteria and was on her way back down to the Department of Mysteries. As the bell dinged and the doors opened she was hit with quite a shock. Running into the lifts and letting the doors close behind her she hit the button for Level Nine and listened as the disembodied voice said Department of Mysteries. Noticing the blood she knelt down and unholstered her wand. Hand shaking, afraid someone had killed him for some reason or another Dora muttered, "Rennverate". Now she waited for him to awaken so he could tell her what the hell had happened. He was walking on a beach and though the weather was gloomy he felt quite exhilarated at the sight of the dark blue sea. He walked closer to the shore breathing the refreshing salty air in his lungs and watched the little circles of water appearing on the surface as it started to rain. A sudden lightning hit his eyes from the horizon distracting him so he turned around and saw a little cottage set on the soft sands just about a few meters away. Peacefully smiling to himself, th blond man slowly walked to the cottage and opened the slightly damp wooden door as he felt a warmness inside... Then there was no cottage but darkness and severe pain on his nose, not to forget the headache and the coldness of the floor. The smell was not salty anymore instead he smelled something like sweet perfume and when he opened his eyes, he saw a blurred image of a woman looking at him. ''Persephone?'' he said quietly but regretted it immediately when his sight got back to normal and the so when the solid reality hit him recognising the woman. ''Sorry'' Ryan quickly apologised and straightened up some as he rubbed his nose to ease the pain ''Dora...What happened here?'' __________________ Auror • YATIL_.________The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy... ...but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him.