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Post by Zacharias Smith on Sept 18, 2007 21:45:16 GMT
*takes her hand in his and smiles at her*
You'll see me again soon though. I promise.
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Post by Cho Chang on Sept 18, 2007 21:48:25 GMT
*finishes off her place and places the tray on the floor*
I know, I just enjoy waking up with you next to me
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Post by Zacharias Smith on Sept 18, 2007 21:55:27 GMT
*puts his unfinished tray of food on the floor*
And I enjoy waking up next to you. And as much as i'd love to just lie around in bed all day, i've things to do, people to see.
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Post by Cho Chang on Sept 18, 2007 21:57:48 GMT
*leans back on her pillows and smirks*
mischief to create...
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Post by Zacharias Smith on Sept 18, 2007 22:06:52 GMT
*gets out of bed and gets dressed*
Me? Mischief? Never!
*glances at the clock* I'm gonna have to go now.
*pulls on his cloak and leans down to kiss her* See you later.
*disapparates*
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Post by Cho Chang on Sept 18, 2007 22:07:32 GMT
*doesn't have a chance to say bye and sees him leave*
*sighs laying back down closing her eyes thinking about Zach*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 23, 2007 20:04:54 GMT
*lets himself into Cho's cottage with the key she gave him and admires the pretty tidy house. It wasn't girly like Neville thought it might be, but it was infact nice. Finds the spare bedroom and begins to unpack his things, neatly putting them away. Decides to call it a night and leaves Cho a note on the kitchen table.*
Cho,
Thank you again for letting me rent, I've already turned in so could we discuss the money for rent perhaps tomorrow?
Neville
P.s Gran made you a basket of muffins, enjoy.
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 23, 2007 22:53:27 GMT
*attempts to open the door, since she never locked it and realized it wouldn't budge open*
Neville...
*she mumbled apparating inside*
I should of told him...oh well.
*reads the note left by Neville and smells the muffins, thinking it would be a prefect breakfast, heads upstairs and closes her door to her own dormatory turning in for the night*
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 24, 2007 16:26:47 GMT
*wakes up early, taking a quick shower, dressed and heads downstairs to make breakfast*
*the aroma of scramble eggs and bacon fill the house and smirks hoping it will wake up Neville so they can talk*
*places two plates on the table with a pitcher of orange juice and sits down, slowly eating*
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 26, 2007 3:45:12 GMT
*finishes her meal, not able to wait for Neville anymore, turning the note he left her over*
Neville,
Made you some food, just warm it up. Don't worry about rent right now, we can talk about it later when we see each other. Good luck at Hogwarts, if you need anything send me an owl. Hope you enjoyed your first day here and slept well.
~Cho
*accio's her cloak and disapparates*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 28, 2007 21:50:34 GMT
*wanders downstairs after a shower, reads Cho's letter, grateful that she thought of making him breakfast. Heats the food up and sits down to enjoy it, planning the week aheads classes*
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 29, 2007 19:07:02 GMT
*apparates just outside, opening her unlock door, a bad habit she had, with a smirk on her lips, mumbling to herself*
Roger and I going to the Halloween party together...I...what would Cedric think
*took a deeps sigh taking off her cloak and placing her quidditch gear on the side table*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 29, 2007 19:29:00 GMT
*looks up from his work, realising that he must've dosed off*
"Sorry Cho, what was that?"
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 29, 2007 19:32:02 GMT
*turns a soft shade of pink realizing that Neville was sitting there, parchment all over the place*
Oh...hello Neville. Erm...nothing, didn't say anything. So...um...how are you?
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 29, 2007 19:38:38 GMT
*tidies the parchment up, realising that he must've messed it up while he dozed off*
"Nothing much, just starting to plan out work for the students, get a head start you know. What about you? How is quidditch going?"
*sets about making dinner for Cho and himself, thinking that it is only right he do it as she made breakfast*
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