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Post by anastasia on May 8, 2007 18:36:12 GMT
*opens the door to the families holiday cottage and goes over to the fireplace. lights a fire and walks towards the kitchen*
This will be a nice holiday for me.
*makes herself a drink and goes back to the fireplace and sits in her Favourite chair*
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Post by anastasia on May 11, 2007 20:07:44 GMT
*grabs a butterbeer from the bar and sits back down by the fireplace* *stares into the fire while she tries to come up with a plan to get what she truely wants* *accios a piece of parchment and pen to write down some of her ideas*
This is a good list, except for that one...
*takes a drink of her butterbeer as she scratches off the most insane idea on the parchment*
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Post by anastasia on May 11, 2007 22:15:48 GMT
*finishes her drink and takes one last look at the parchment before heading upstairs to bed*
That was just an insane idea. It would never work *she thought to herself as she walked upstairs*
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Post by anastasia on May 12, 2007 12:18:39 GMT
*after a long night of sleeplessness, makes herself presentable and walks downstairs*
*grabs what she will need for the day and heads out the door*
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Post by anastasia on May 13, 2007 19:54:07 GMT
*opens the door to the cottage and storms in*
If my parents try to set me up on one more blind date...
*stomps over to the bar to fix a drink*
They know how much I hate that! What could they possibly have been thinking?!
*takes her drink and sits in her chair by the fireplace, remembering the letter she had received from Draco* *thinks to herself* I'll have to find a way to bump into him then.
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Post by anastasia on May 13, 2007 22:56:36 GMT
*heads up the stairs to her room hoping she gets some sleep tonight*
I may have to go with the crazy idea and get some help from an unlikely source. But will they help me, I wonder.
*goes in her room and ponders her question, trying to decide to write and ask for assistance*
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Post by anastasia on May 19, 2007 0:46:29 GMT
*walks in, thinking about the events of the day* *hopes no one finds out what she's up to until she's ready for them to* *hangs her cloak in the closet and heads upstairs and to her room. hoping to get some sleep and have good dreams for once*
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
Posts: 1,626
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Post by Selena Atherton on May 19, 2007 0:54:06 GMT
*owl flies in*
Pansy
If you would like, we can get together for a drink, sometime this weekend? Saturday maybe
~Selena
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Post by anastasia on May 19, 2007 2:23:40 GMT
*startled by an owl flying into her home*
Who could be sending me an owl now?
*takes note from owl and reads it*
Saturday may be good.
*takes quill and writes back to Selena*
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Post by anastasia on May 19, 2007 20:16:47 GMT
*sits by the fire, thinking. waiting to hear from Silvery about meeting.*
*drinks her whiskey*
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Post by anastasia on May 19, 2007 20:18:37 GMT
*grabs her cloak and decides to head out to the Three Broomsticks*
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Selena Atherton
Lady of Leisure
It isn't me who you should fear. Fear what I can become
Posts: 1,626
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Post by Selena Atherton on May 19, 2007 20:19:04 GMT
*owl flies in*
Pansy
It would be nice to meet you at The Three Broomsticks again... You can pick the time
~Lena
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Post by anastasia on May 19, 2007 20:21:25 GMT
*notices owl as she heads out the door* *reads note and scribbles her reply*
Selena~
I'm on my way there now, you can meet me anytime.
~Pansy
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Post by anastasia on May 20, 2007 3:12:09 GMT
*opens the door to the cottage and walks in. hangs cloak in closet and heads in toward the stairs* *goes upstairs to her room and collapses on her bed*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on May 20, 2007 14:22:37 GMT
*a golden barn owl with a letter tied to its leg flies up to her bedroom window and gently taps on it with its beak, flapping in place waiting for it to be let in*
Pansy,
Are you serious? Have you forgotten the fact that we cannot be in the same room for more than five minutes without wanting to hurt each other? There is no trust and much less friendship between us. What in Salazar's name could you have to say to me then?
What are you really up to, Parkinson?
S.
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