| Nogtail
Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Middle of nowhere
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Cherrinell Baron
First Year  x3
|  JayMay ♥ Big, yellow duckie <3
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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie  Done. 
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Perfect Nothing I love the name. As usual. XD XD XD
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Until the end of me
I swear
You'll be the death of me
I dare
You to cross the line again
Because deep down inside there's something that waits to be I love that you start your chapters like these. Quotes or poetry. This is especially powerful. It hints at something deeper, darker ---- right under the surface. Good choice.
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It takes me to cause a tragedy
Oh my!! I love this. It can be interpreted in so, so many ways, especially if linked to this chapter. 
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Muriel was going to have her head on a plastic platter, because she would not want to waste a precious metal, on her.
Haha! Love the italicized emphasis. 
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Only now, there was no one perfect character - there were bunches, like big, purple grapes.
Grapes. Hidden reference? =O
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She was Quidditch and fire and ripped jeans, not dresses and chocolate and manners
Perfect description! Very Ginny. You managed to capture her personality in one sentence - the nature, the don't-give-up attitude, the reflexes, courage, love for danger, tendency to make bold statements, everything.
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She was sure Aunt Muriel believed she was a twenty-six year old, with high cheekbones and full lips, and the ability to smite any man with her gorgeous looks, and noble charms.
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“The pleasure was solely mine,” he replied in a voice that was pointed, meaningfully cold, even mocking. “I do not believe you enjoyed it as much as I did, Miss Weasley.” When she opened her mouth, he held a hand for silence. "Spare yourself the need to invent an excuse, or claim that you did, Miss Weasley. That would be useless."
"You, Lord Rostov -" Her words were cold, every letter as bitter as she wanted it to be. "Need to realize that you are a -"
"Good evening, Miss Weasley."
I see sparks. Except, the angry kind. But there's potential here.  Could this lead into a romance?
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Ginny stared after him, her wide brown eyes like shattered glass, her pink dress cascading to her feet in little crunches of silken foam, and her heart all jitters and smoke, like a town that had not expected, never even thought of, the earthquake that had turned it upside-down, and burnt it down.
I love this description. The metaphors, the beauty, each part of it. Kudos chicka! You never cease to stun me.
GREAT chapter.
Tooooo short to satisfy me though.
PAMS! PAMSOID!
Love,
~~Jay~~
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