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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 29, 2007 19:43:50 GMT
*giggles slightly seeing Neville picking up his mess*
Oh Neville, this is your home now, you don't have to pick up because I am here...
*conjures some tea and hands Neville a cup sitting back down and taking a sip of hers*
The team is doing great, they really liked my new game stratagy so we've been practicing it none stop. Might make it to the finals this year...
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 29, 2007 19:54:01 GMT
*cheeks tinge pink as he accepts the tea*
"Thank you and yes I know, but it still doesn't feel right just leaving my mess lying around"
*sips his tea and nods*
"Great to hear that it's going well, when is your first match?...Or have you had it?...I get confused at times."
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 29, 2007 20:01:44 GMT
*smiles at Neville taking another sip of her tea*
Neville, I'm not your grandmother, you can leave your mess I don't mind. The house seems to clean itself it seems, I don't remember having to ever pick anything up growing up here. My parents gave me the house when they moved back to China...
*grins at his interest in Quidditch*
Our first game is in two weeks, so been practicing hard. Reason I go the The Three Broomsticks after practice, to relax.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 29, 2007 20:08:36 GMT
*grins*
"Well I don't make much of a mess as it is, but if I do, then least I know that it won't be bothering you."
*drinks his tea*
"Do you know who your playing yet? And the three broomsticks, very relaxing late in the evening, also the best choice for alcohol"
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Post by Cho Chang on Oct 29, 2007 20:12:30 GMT
*giggles imagining Neville drink at the Three Broomsticks*
I don't really go there to drink alcohol....we are playing the Cannons, bet that Weasley would do anything to come see the game...
So how go the lessons, need any help? When do you start teaching? I am sure Professor Sprout is happy to have you, you were always good in herbology, weren't you?
*looks down at her watch and stands up*
Sorry to cut this short, but I have to get ready for the Weasley's Halloween party
*smiles warmly at Neville and heads upstairs to her room*
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Post by Cho Chang on Nov 8, 2007 18:17:57 GMT
*crawled into bed, costume on her chair as all of a sudden not feeling well*
*she accio a tissue box grabbing one just in time to sneeze*
Oh no...
*laying down on her pillow falling asleep*
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Post by Roger Davies on Nov 8, 2007 19:00:21 GMT
*has an owl drop off a letter and a package*
Cho,
I figured you were sick or something important came up that you didn't go to the party, which is ok. It was a lot of fun. Anyway here is a box of Honeydukes fudge that I got you and I didn't want it to go to waste.
Roger
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Post by Cho Chang on Nov 8, 2007 19:21:15 GMT
*she gave the owl a treat before seeing it fly off, tearing open the seal. A smile on her face as she read the message from Roger*
How sweet, fudge, how did he know?
*taking a piece and placing it in her mouth, letting the taste devour her*
*she picked up her wand accio parchment and a quill replying quickly*
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Post by Roger Davies on Dec 25, 2007 2:47:12 GMT
*Roger's Owl drops off a letter and a flower* Cho,
I was invited to a friend's birthday party and was wondering if you would like to be my guest. It is a formal occasion and masqurade party. I would be delighted if you could come.
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Post by Cho Chang on Aug 27, 2008 21:47:43 GMT
*The fireplace lights up with a brilliant flash of green, Cho spinning within, arrives at the cottage.*
*Stepping down out of the fireplace, practically ripping the cloak, she is wearing, from her body, she throws herself into her Favourite chair, sobbing.*
I just can't believe it... How can he betray all of us?
*Sits up, angrily wiping the tears away, in desperate need of a drink, she flicks her wand and summons a bottle of wine.*
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Post by Cho Chang on Aug 29, 2008 1:45:49 GMT
*Stares deep into the fire sipping her glass of wine. Her thoughts drift to Harry, Cedric, and the chaos that has become the life of everyone. Tears begin to well in her eyes again, and she turns away from the fire, emptying her glass in one gulp. She fills another and gets up off of her chair, slowly she makes her way to the window, pulling aside the sheer curtains to look outside. There was no reason for her to do this, she just had a feeling....*
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Post by Cho Chang on Aug 29, 2008 20:25:45 GMT
*Cho shakes off the feeling as paranoia.*
Everyone is looking over their shoulder these days.
*She retreats from the window, back to the comfort of her Favourite chair. Sipping her wine slowly as her mind hurtles a thousand miles a minute. Bits of the past and present interweaving, she is unable to make sense of it all. The wine blurring all her thoughts anyway.*
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*Cho has been staring into the fire for hours, drinking and thinking. Not a good combination.*
*She picks up an almost empty bottle of wine, and it slips from her heavy fingers, startling her.*
Oh! Son of a Banshee!
*Picks up her wand off the end table, aiming if first at the broken glass, the the puddle of wine.*
Reparo! Scourgify!
*Watches the bottle mend itself and the puddle disappear.*
* Almost falling she reaches down to pick up the bottle, gently she places it on the table. Slowly she sinks down on the floor.*
*Feels rather lonely, and wishing for some company*
Roger! *she snaps when his name comes to mind.*
I'll send him an owl....Wait...No...Well...
*Confused as she is totally mullered.*
Sod it. I'm sending him an owl.
*Barely able to aim she summons some parchment and a quill. With haste she scrawls out a short note.*
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 30, 2008 1:00:29 GMT
*Bubo flies in and drops off a letter*
Cho
It is wonderful to hear from you again. I have some stuff going on and I would love to spend so time with you to take my mind off things.
Roger
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Post by Cho Chang on Aug 30, 2008 1:09:03 GMT
*Giggles when she spots Bubo flying in with a letter from Roger.*
*Staggers over to the owl, still giggling, knocking over the wine bottle again, she gives all of her focus on untying the note.*
*Eyes slide in and out of focus, as she tries to read the letter, smiling when she reads his response. Giggling again, she stumbles up the stairs, holding herself up, toward her room.*
*Falling into bed, passing out, the note falls from her hand, and a smile curls up on her lips.*
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Post by Cho Chang on Aug 30, 2008 20:38:58 GMT
*After spending the day cleaning and preparing for Roger's arrival, Cho is standing in front of a full length mirror trying to choose something to wear.*
*Holds a blue v-neck angora sweater over the red scoop neck cashmere one she is wearing.*
Hmm.... Yeah, I like the red better.
*Loosely ties her hair back with a matching red ribbon, and as a final thought adds a touch of lip-gloss.*
*With one last look, she heads downstairs to the kitchen to check on the Dragon Roast.*
Mmm...Smells good..
*Checking that everything is in it's proper place, she pours herself a glass of elf-made wine, and sits sipping the wine, casually fipping The Daily Prophet.*
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