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Jake seriously hoped that that MANIAC would be expelled... and if he wasn't, words would be said. Once she was gone, Jake watched the door down the the corridor and rubbed his throat. His eyes were only leaking just a liiiiiiiittle bit. "The compassion in this school is hardly second to none," he muttered with a little sniff, stiiiiiiiill massaging his neck. He shot a glance at the other students in the hall and shook his head, getting away before his eyes started leaking even more. Why was he being so emotional? He wanted to either cry or KICK something. Jake ran up the stairs and headed of to Moretti's office. The sooner he saw her, the sooner he could pack his bags. |
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He raised one of his eyebrows at Leo curiously with an slightly amused smile. It wasn't in Leopold's nature to be serious and yet he was. Chandler just couldn't help but find this funny so he let out a little chuckle. He had been amused at him taking his clothes off and now it was his turn to be amused. And now he was GLARING at him. Scary!Leo. D= But he HAD to snort at that comment. SNOOOORT. "Zat's...cool Leo." Not to mention HILARIOUS. But what do you expect? This WAS Leopold O'Donald after all. Chandler vaguely raised an eyebrow at the boy with a curious look on his facial features as he saw Leo looked around corner and he seemed...nervous? Yeah, nervous was the best adjective to describe him at this moment. "Bad spies? ...What bad spies?" He asked with the most blank face a person could ever make. That's right, it felt like his best friend was talking to himself and not him which just creeped him out greatly. "SHUSHHH!" Chandler silenced him with a finger to his lips. He was hardly whispering, more talking in a quite tone very fastly and they could be SEEN by someone. WHAT THEN?! "Yeah and zat includes NOT whispering as loud as you can! We ARE spies right now if you remember." Now who was the one out of character? ...Both of them really. "But I still want one." Spy gear was spy gear and it was AWESOME. So were spies and other related things. |
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"You have never gotten a punching owl before have you?" *Looking down at the girl he smiled.* "Unless you are the punch that is coming. Don't you have some first years to pick on?" |
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"Perhaps if I use the reducing spell on you, that will skrink you, and then I can pick you up and drop you into the Mini-School........sound good to you?" It sounded excellent to Patroclus, especially with the Qudditch Match coming up soon, perfect chance to elimnate some competition. Without waiting for a response Patroclus' hand darted to his wand holster, pulling it free he pointed it at Jacob, however he was stopped by the voice of a certain lady professor. Quote:
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A small jet of steam shot from the boy's wand, as it hung limpy by his side. The damage was done, twenty points, the LionBoy's eyes closed to slits as he deathstared Josh.... "I don't think it is here Jacob" Patroclus muttered, wanting to test another area, and get away from the scene of the crime, "Shall we head up a level?" |
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Now looking up at Matty, since he decided to finally stand up, she laughed yet again. "Well, we could probably arrange another punch if you wanted." Heck, she knew how easily his nose broke so maybe next time she would go for an eye. Then again, he did end up with both eyes black from that last punch of hers. Eh, she'd just have to wait to see what happened... what the boy might do to deserve another punch from her. Then she will decide where to hit him. "Why would I want to pick on first years? Don't you know it's not nice to pick on kids smaller than you? I'm perfectly happy picking on you." Yeah, she was so gonna love being a thorn in his side every chance she got. |
*Matty smirked and crossed his arms looking down at her. What was with this girl and hitting him?* "Why do you like using me as a human punching bag?" *Using his foot he crushed the rest of the howler into the ground. Stupid party, that's what he got for having his uncle and aunt having friends still at Hogwarts.* "Stupid howlers... I hate those. That's the only way my uncle thinks he can get me to do things." |
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Watching him stomp on the howler Marie laughed yet again. "You get a lot of those do you?" She asked looking down at what was left of the howler Matty seemed so terrified of. "Just what is it your uncle wants you to do? It can't be that bad... can it?" |
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Skidding to a stop in front of Arya he held up his hand, placing his other on his knee and bending over a little to try and catch his breath. After a few gasps he managed to straighten a little, and keep enough air in his lungs to manage a weak apology. |
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Shaking her head, she dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand. "You don't have to apologize, I haven't been here long. Besides." A grin spread across her lips. "This means that I win and you owe me marshmallows in my coco." |
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Taking his hands off his knees, he offered his arm to her. "Shall we?" |
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"He wants me to go to that stupid tea party thing. He thinks I'm not very social and need to get out more." *In a way Mattys uncle was right. Matty had made a private pact with himself to be more out going, and he had been but he could always do more.* "My uncle thinks that send me a howler and embarrassing me will get me to do what he wants." |
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"He thinks that I need more friends..." *Matty sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.* "They sometimes work. But there is no way I'm going to that thing... reminds me to much of home. Are you going?" |
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*Matty smirked and crossed his arms. He had a good idea why she wasn't going.* "What will you be doing? Studying? Really? I think you either don't want to go because of someone you might see." *He shut his mouth for a moment. That seemed a bit harsh but this girl had hit him.* "I'll go if you go." |
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o___O He would go if she did? Was that his way of asking her to go to the party with him? He did know she had a boyfriend right? "Um, you don't need me to go to the party with you. You're a big boy, I bet you can handle it all on your own." There had to be someone there he would know... like Mia. He did say they had made up and were talking again. She had a feeling this boy wasn't going to be persuaded so easily to go though. She had to figure a way to get him there without her having to be his date... or whatever he was thinking. "I dare you to get dressed up in a costume and go to that party just to prove to your uncle that you do have a social life." Now would he take her up on that dare? |
"With me? I wouldn't want to go with you." *He was a little confused by that comment. Then it hit him. Matty didn't mean that, he wasn't asking her out!* "Well I dare you. We'll see who makes it." *Matty smirked and left. He was pretty sure that she wouldn't go but if she did... he better find a costume.* |
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What? He was daring her to go? This wasn't supposed to be about her going to the party, it was supposed to be about getting him there so his uncle would get off his back about socializing. Whatever, she would take him up on his little dare. "Fine, I'll be there, let's just see if you have the nerve to show up." She said as he walked away from her. Crud, now to find a costume. Where was Mia, she could help her. |
Ivy. :) As Evan ascended the stairs from his common room to the Entrance Hall where he and Ivory would be meeting, he noticed she wasn't there yet. Better for him, because it always left a bad impression for the male to be late. He was about to check his watch when he remembered he didn't wear one. It would look so wrong with his peasant costume. So, instead, he leaned on the stairs and with his fork in his hands and started whistling a small love song to pass the time. She would be here soon, though. All cool and friendly. |
Evan ^,^ It was a good thing she'd thought to add a cushioning charm to the English shoes she was wearing, or else the seven flights of stairs down from the Ravenclaw common room would've been a real pain. Giving her foot a gingerly shake as she paused at the first floor landing, Ivory smiled down at her shoes. Her comfortable shoes. Should she decide to dance today, she'd do it gladly and with no whining. One arm extended to place a slim hand on the nearest banister, Ivory took a few deep breaths against her corset. It wasn't painful or uncomfortable by any means merely a style she wasn't used to. The funny feeling didn't have anything to do with the butterflies floating around in her stomach right? Right? Shrugging her length of hair over her shoulder, Ivory straightened up and began making her way down to the Entrance hall, her dress swishing lightly across the steps. A shy smile bloomed on her face as she realized Evan was already waiting, and as she arrived at the bottom steps she gave him a little curtsy her lashes casting small shadows on her cheeks. "Hello good sir, I hope I have not kept you waiting long." Because that would suck. It was one thing to be fashionably late it was another to be annoyingly so. |
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"Amazing." Blinking a few times and hoping she hadn't heard it, he suddenly felt awful for choosing to be a peasant. Because even though this was only a party and nothing serious, he still couldn't imagine a peasant with such elegant lady. Taking a deep breath to extinguish the fire in his stomach that wasn't there a minute ago, he smiled at her as he gave a bow of his own. Taking her hand, he placed a soft kiss on it and said "You look amazing, my lady," while still bending. Now he felt extremely lucky to have asked her only being friends. He would feel no pressure and still be with an amazing girl. Or, no pressure as soon as his stomach calmed down. Offering her his arm, he shifted the fork to his other and asked "Shall we?" |
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