07-10-2007, 06:03 PM
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Romanian Longhorn
Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Neverland
Posts: 39,693
Hogwarts RPG Name: Margaret Jacqueline Atkinson Morris Fifth Year | Potter’s Princess A+ FangGirl A young woman on her twenties apparated in the middle of the Atrium, a bag hanging on her shoulder and a bunch of papers clutching on her arms. She was late. Very late. If only her brother hadn't taken so much time to reach her home and take her of her daughter. Darn it, Antonio! If I get fired I don't know what I'll do to you she thought angrily as she walked fastly towards the elevator. She just hoped the Head of her Department wouldn't rip her head off, something she would probably do once she got back home. As Arianna approached the Fountain, she nearly slipped on a few drops of water that had fallen on the floor, making her stop dead on her tracks so that she wouldn't fall. This only made a couple of her papers end up on the floor. She started to curse in italian under her breath as she bend down and started to colect them.
__________________ I gotta go back to the muggle world,
they're gonna try and tell me this wasn't, that none of this happened,
but you know what? It was real. It did happen.
We spent time here. We made friends here. That's a part of us.
Cause Hogwarts is bigger than any of us, of any of it's founders,
and it's going to be around long after we're gone.
Maybe we'll see our kids come here one day.
That's the thing about Hogwarts.
No matter how long you're away from it, there's always a way back. |
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