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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Mar 1, 2007 2:13:55 GMT
*Apparates in and strokes Samhain's nose soothingly*
*Attaches a note to the wall*
My dear Colonel,
I believe I have found the lingerie culprit! Come to my room whenever it is convenient, and you may decide what should be done with the perpetrator.
Ophelia
*Smiles and disapparates*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Mar 17, 2007 1:17:55 GMT
*Carries Serpy in*
You warm enough?
*Takes the thestral out and saddles him up*
*Sets her on the saddle and jumps up behind her*
Ready?
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Post by serpy on Mar 17, 2007 1:22:30 GMT
I'm fine...
*leans back into him and turns to kiss him*
ready
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Mar 17, 2007 1:25:22 GMT
*Urges Samhain into the sky and flies home to Ireland, his arms wrapped tightly around Alexa*
*Can't resist smirking as they fly beyond the grounds*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Mar 21, 2007 20:45:37 GMT
*Apparates in and strokes Samhain's nose*
*Leaves the boots at the end of the stairs and leaves a red rose tied with a black ribbon beside them*
*Writes a quick note*
Returned, as promised, on Serpy's behalf.
Ophelia
*Disapparates*
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Post by The Pimpstick on Mar 22, 2007 21:34:47 GMT
*sneaks in*
Hmm ..
*smears the boots with mud*
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Post by The Pimpstick on Mar 22, 2007 21:37:47 GMT
*hears a strange noise from the threstral*
What in devilment !
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Mar 22, 2007 21:56:14 GMT
*Hurries in and unties Samhain*
Father must hear about this!
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Mar 22, 2007 22:03:16 GMT
*Rethinks and ties Samhain back up*
No... I'm tired of cleaning up his mess.
*Walks back to the mansion, feeling her heart break when she thinks about the worst possible outcome*
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Post by Tavingtons Steed on Apr 4, 2007 20:28:56 GMT
*jumps stable door*
*eyes the threstral*
*puts ears back at the bony mockery of a steed*
*has private horse thoughts*
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Post by Colonel Tavington on May 9, 2007 7:25:30 GMT
*drops a large bucket of oats over the stable door for the steed with several juicy apples and carrots*
Happy Birthday boy
*rolls up sleeves and rinses the corridor down and begins sweeping*
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Post by Colonel Tavington on May 9, 2007 7:35:49 GMT
*at ease with the world takes the steeds tack and meticulously soaps and cleans it till shining*
*conjures a strong coffee*
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Post by Colonel Tavington on May 9, 2007 7:41:09 GMT
*shakes head and tuts as the steed kicks the door impatiently*
Quiet you.
*hangs up the finished tack*
*proceeds to brush the steed*
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Post by Colonel Tavington on May 9, 2007 7:48:12 GMT
*saddles the steed and trots out into the grounds*
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Post by Colonel Tavington on May 16, 2007 21:52:56 GMT
*crashes through the doors and up the stairs in a black mood armed with whiskey bottle*
*slams door to private quarters*
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