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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on May 21, 2009 1:12:37 GMT
*Snickers at the situation that she just witnessed and tilts her head toward Julian.*
Hmmm... You seem to rub some people the wrong way...
*Turns her head back in the Ravenclaws direction and nod to her.*
Or maybe in her case not "rub" at all...
*Looks back to her plate, picks up a carrot and nibbles, watching Julian out of the corner of her eye.*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on May 21, 2009 18:39:51 GMT
*Hisses to Heidi's leaving back*
I will, thanks for that.
*Glances at Bronagh*
Go rub yourself, Edgeworth. I'm not biting. The Head Girl is mad about me, actually. She's just one of those stubborn types who never expresses her feelings.
*Violently bites into a biscuit*
Didn't you and Leo have a thing? I'm so happy I have a private room.
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on May 21, 2009 19:03:22 GMT
*Laughs loudly, almost spitting carrot everywhere.*
That wasn't an offer...
*Pushes her plate away before turning her body fully toward Julian.*
I am quite sure that Leo is happy about that as well...
*Narrows her eyes and smiles mischievously*
I don't think there was enough room for the both of you with your big ego and all.... But with your little pan handle maybe there was.
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Post by Julian Montenegro on May 21, 2009 19:12:45 GMT
*Glowers, his blue eyes full of irritation*
Panhandle? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. If that was another veiled proposition I'm still not interested. Not this early anyway.
*Shrugs carelessly*
Leo has Selene now, he's happy. He finally got his goal. I can't wait for her bubbly innocence to leave her once and for all. It gets on my nerves.
*Turns to the Slytherin beside him and mutters something nasty, his unnervingly perfect profile in Bronaugh's range of vision*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on May 21, 2009 19:21:39 GMT
*Smiles, shaking her head thinking to herself that Julian is quite pig-headed.*
Ahhhh you sad, sad, little boy... You're so used to these sweet little girls throwing themselves at you, aren't you.... Well get used to this one...
*Points to her chest.*
...running in the other direction when she sees you coming.
*Snaps her head so her shiny long locks fall forward over her shoulder, veiling her face from Julian, yet watching him in between the strands.*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on May 21, 2009 19:27:42 GMT
*Laughs sharply, without emotion*
You're not running. Either you're petrified with fright or you don't want to leave.
*Sets his jaw, looking forward at her and finding her not as unappealing as before*
*Looks down at his book on the chapter titled "Ropes", outwardly appearing uninterested in Bronagh's body*
Ah ha, I knew ropes were useful for something.
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on May 21, 2009 19:35:36 GMT
*Looks up toward Julian with an innocent expression on her face.*
Oh, you're still here?
*Glances at his eyes and notices that they are an unusual color of blue as she listens to his comment on ropes.*
*Rolls her eyes and leans over on the pretense of tying her shoelace to distract herself from looking at Julian more than she has to.*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on May 21, 2009 19:39:51 GMT
*Stands up gracefully with purposeful slowness, a thin curl falling over his eye*
Meet me in the library, will you?
*Slams his book closed, eyes glued into Bronagh, searching for any promising signs*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on May 21, 2009 19:44:17 GMT
*Watches Julian rise from his seat with curiosity, hiding her appreciation of his curl falling over his eye.*
*Flushes uncontrollably at his invitation, a small smile forms on her glossy lips.*
See you. *she replies without any feeling.*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on May 21, 2009 19:46:33 GMT
*Wonders if she'll actually show as he leaves, aware that she is watching him move*
*Feeling content, he only trips two first years and takes a mere 30 points away from another student*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on May 21, 2009 19:51:55 GMT
*Watches Julian leave before she rises from the table to leave the Great Hall, unsure if she really should show in the Library.*
He's really arrogant... Obviously been through quite a few of the other girls here.. What could he want with me? I'm not interested.. Am I? *thinks to herself as she smooths out her black pleated skirt nervously.*
I'll just go to the Common Room...
*Exits the Great Hall deep in thought and her feet carry her away from the Common Room toward the Library.*
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Post by Argus Filch on Jul 4, 2009 10:54:46 GMT
*Shuffles across the Syltherin table, seeing to it that the piffle does not disturb Norris, who seemed snug in his arms.*
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Aug 5, 2009 20:16:29 GMT
*Bounces cheerfully into the great hall, holding tightly to an herbology text book, and her school robes flowing behind as she walks along toward the gryffindor table. She flashes a bright smile at all she passes, even the slytherins sneering at her. "Kill 'em with kindness." her mum always says.*
*Spotting an available place at the table she settles in, laying her text book on the table top next to her. She looks up, and down the table greeting everyone in her usual bubbly fashion.*
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Dobby
Magical Being 
Socks is Dobby's favourite clothing. I has seven now!
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Post by Dobby on Aug 5, 2009 20:29:02 GMT
*sees the new arrival and rushes over*
A Gryffindor! Dobby loves Gryffindor! You must know Harry Potter! You must be his friend same as Dobby! A friend of Harry Potter's is a friend of Dobby's. Can Dobby help you?
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Aug 5, 2009 20:35:42 GMT
*Her eyes widen at the sound of a tiny squeaky voice, and she looks down at the exuberant house elf. Smiling brightly back at the elf she shakes her head.*
"I'm sorry little one, but I don't know Harry Potter, though I've certainly heard loads about him."
*Scoots over, patting the seat next to her.*
"Take a load off, join me."
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