05-03-2011, 01:11 AM
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| Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Graduated | Anyone? Ern's Walmart Greeter Bouncing into the Great hall, the seventh year held a little ball of scruffy orange, rust colored fur in his arms. He glanced down at the purebred Vizsla puppy unsure of how he had warmed up to the thing so fast. Sure, he had lost his dog only about a month ago and was somewhat inconsiderately given to him before he was ready for another pet. But, being the warm cuddly boy he was, the dog was quickly accepted into his family becoming his second in command, because he refused to call the dog 'his partner in crime,' seeing it was his.. well his former dog's title.
Bounding over to the Gryffindor table, the brunette sat down softly cradling the soft, sleepy puppy in his arms. With his free arm, he gathered suitable food for little Woody and snuck it into his pocket for the pup for later. Once he was wide awake of course.
__________________ 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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