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BanaBatGirl · 09-15-2010, 01:54 AM

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Originally Posted by Aleksandra Miroslav

It was so hard to believe! One of his dearest friends. Sandra gave him a sympathetic look when he sighed. Using her free hand, she patted his that was resting on her arm. If one of her friends had done such a thing to her, she would never forgive them.

She would do a few other things to said friend, but that was another conversation altogether.

Sandra nodded her head. "Anything at all..."

Her eyes glided around the hall as well, vaguely realizing that they were now on the first floor. Still wearing her sympathetic look, she watched his hand as it moved to his mouth.

"There still tender? You poor thing." She reached up and carefully removed his hand from his mouth, so she would injure it any further, and moved closer to Fletcher.

Her lips twitched, daring to form a small smirk. "I think I could help you vith that.....therapy." She moved even closer, hazel eyes lingering on his lips as if she were pondering something before wondering up to his eyes. "Ve can start your therapy now, unless your lips are too tender..." Highly unlikely.

Slowly proceeding down the first floor, Fletcher halted beside a portrait of a softly snoring ballerina and turned around to face Sandra. "I know... ooh ooh, gentle." His eyebrows arched together in an expression of pain but his eyes told a different, much merrier story.

He quite liked her touch.

"I would greatly appreciate that.... you know," Fletcher said, his eyes just drifting down Sandra's face and to her lips, chin.... and on down. He made eye contact again and raised his brows eagerly. "Oh yes. I mean," hem hem, "please help me."

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Aleksandra Miroslav It was so hard to believe! One of his dearest friends. Sandra gave him a sympathetic look when he sighed. Using her free hand, she patted his that was resting on her arm. If one of her friends had done such a thing to her, she would never forgive them. She would do a few other things to said friend, but that was another conversation altogether. Sandra nodded her head. "Anything at all..." Her eyes glided around the hall as well, vaguely realizing that they were now on the first floor. Still wearing her sympathetic look, she watched his hand as it moved to his mouth. "There still tender? You poor thing." She reached up and carefully removed his hand from his mouth, so she would injure it any further, and moved closer to Fletcher. Her lips twitched, daring to form a small smirk. "I think I could help you vith that.....therapy." She moved even closer, hazel eyes lingering on his lips as if she were pondering something before wondering up to his eyes. "Ve can start your therapy now, unless your lips are too tender..." Highly unlikely. Slowly proceeding down the first floor, Fletcher halted beside a portrait of a softly snoring ballerina and turned around to face Sandra. "I know... ooh ooh, gentle." His eyebrows arched together in an expression of pain but his eyes told a different, much merrier story. He quite liked her touch. "I would greatly appreciate that.... you know," Fletcher said, his eyes just drifting down Sandra's face and to her lips, chin.... and on down. He made eye contact again and raised his brows eagerly. "Oh yes. I mean," hem hem, "please help me." __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind