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Old 02-12-2010, 05:36 PM   #313 (permalink)
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Originally Posted by Aschere_Tonks View Post
Aschere sighed in relief. "Sure, awesome! I'm Aschere, by the way, fifth year Gryffindor. We just need one more person," she said, smiling back.
"Okay! Great!" The 13-year-old exclaimed, before frowning with seriousness and concentration. Standing on her tip-toes, forming a telescope view with both hands, Wesley began to search the crowd.

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Partners? Really? Brilliant.

Kel sighed, looking around the room. Most people already had partners, and he felt a bit left out. Although it was his own fault, of course. He scanned the room, looking for a friend. Finding none, he stood up, trying not to seem too alone, and started searching for a small group he could hopefully join. Seeing two girls he didn't know standing by each other, he hesitantly walked over to them.

"Hey, can I join your group?" he asked, running a hand through his hair and trying to sound friendly. He smiled briefly, and looked from one girl to the next. "Oh. I'm Keltan." he added hurriedly.
But it wasn't easy finding anyone, because her view was blocked by something greyish-black. The color reminded her of the sweater she was wearing. Puzzling over this, the Hufflepuff jumped at the sound of a voice and dropped her hands.

Oh! Eyes widening with recognition, Wesley grinned. It was that one scary boy she'd sat next to on the train!

"Sure!" she greeted him brightly, admiring his hair and wishing hers was like it, instead of stringy from the heat and moisture.

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"Hey Keltan, glad you could join us, we can get a plant now that we have three. I'm Aschere," she introduced herself.

"I'll be right back with a plant," she said, addressing her groupmates, and headed for what might have been one of the last few left.
The plant. Mind drifting back to the dirty task assigned them, Wesley bit her lip and wondered if she could, like, be a holder - holding the buds the others plucked. So she wouldn't have to pull any herself.
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