01-24-2011, 12:44 AM
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| Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year | Phyre<33 Ern's Walmart Greeter Hands in his pockets, blue eyes glued to the floor, Jayce shuffled his feet down the hallway. Merlin was he bored. So, as usual when in such a state of boredom, he roamed the school, exploring places left untouched by his eyes. Hmm. He wasn't entirely sure that he'd been here before. Actually, he was almost positive. None of this looked familiar. There was even a section of swamp roped off next to the statues.
That was.. peculiar. With a tilt of his head, he took a step closer to the swamp area, curious as to what it was doing here, and why no one had cleaned it up. That was.. really weird. It was gross and wet and.. just eww. Why? He still didn't get it. Did Hogwarts like hygiene? Eh, what did he care?
Tired of roaming, the Gryffindor decided to take a seat. So, he did just that, sitting at the edge of one of the statues, not taking notice of the nameplate or anything really. His eyes were preoccupied by the small area of swamp.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________  _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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