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03-28-2011, 02:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Mandana

After spending the past few days in the common room thing about what had gone on out in the courtyard, Matt thought that it was best to just forget about it and move on since there really wasn't a need to continue to think about it; he headed into the great hall and walked over to the Slytherin table with his sketch book in hand. He took a seat at the table and immediately loaded up his plate with chicken, the food here wasn't as good as the stuff at Firethorne although he could live with it.

Making her way between students into the hall, she finally had escaped from Ivan. Why was it, that he always seemed to be following her? Every time she turned around, there he was. She'd thought hiding under the whomping willow would have done the trick. Nope...'course not.

Sliding into one of the benches, she didn't look around at whoever she sat with, until she reached for a chicken breast at the same time as someone else was grabbing a piece. Her eyes landing on, the other person she'd hoped she wouldn't meet up with so soon.

Lowering her eyes, she used her fork to break off pieces of the chicken from the bone. "Erm, hi."

03-28-2011, 02:29 PM	#316 (permalink)
Lizasaurus Guest Posts: n/a	Quote: Originally Posted by Mandana After spending the past few days in the common room thing about what had gone on out in the courtyard, Matt thought that it was best to just forget about it and move on since there really wasn't a need to continue to think about it; he headed into the great hall and walked over to the Slytherin table with his sketch book in hand. He took a seat at the table and immediately loaded up his plate with chicken, the food here wasn't as good as the stuff at Firethorne although he could live with it. Making her way between students into the hall, she finally had escaped from Ivan. Why was it, that he always seemed to be following her? Every time she turned around, there he was. She'd thought hiding under the whomping willow would have done the trick. Nope...'course not. Sliding into one of the benches, she didn't look around at whoever she sat with, until she reached for a chicken breast at the same time as someone else was grabbing a piece. Her eyes landing on, the other person she'd hoped she wouldn't meet up with so soon. Lowering her eyes, she used her fork to break off pieces of the chicken from the bone. "Erm, hi."