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Stefan · 05-07-2011, 08:59 PM

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Originally Posted by AccioDobby

Mordred and Daisy were still talking. Serena felt a slight pang of Loneliness and other odd emotions as she looked at them. She put the Pan-Pipes in her robe's pocket. She would give it to him next time she saw them. She sprinted out the Greenhouse, no longer caring about whether they saw her. She left the Garden just before she felt the familiar pang of salt-water on her cheeks.

Mordred definitely saw that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation. He gestured Daisy not to talk and walked towards a bush. "Who's there?" he called out but saw no one. Convinced that it was just a kneazle wandering around the grounds he went back to the bench to where Daisy was seated. For some reason he felt his pocket and realized that his pan flute was missing. His father's pan flute.

"I am so dead." Mordred grasped his head again. "It's one thing after another!" he exclaimed.

05-07-2011, 08:59 PM	#13 (permalink)
Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,496 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Quote: Originally Posted by AccioDobby Mordred and Daisy were still talking. Serena felt a slight pang of Loneliness and other odd emotions as she looked at them. She put the Pan-Pipes in her robe's pocket. She would give it to him next time she saw them. She sprinted out the Greenhouse, no longer caring about whether they saw her. She left the Garden just before she felt the familiar pang of salt-water on her cheeks. Mordred definitely saw that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation. He gestured Daisy not to talk and walked towards a bush. "Who's there?" he called out but saw no one. Convinced that it was just a kneazle wandering around the grounds he went back to the bench to where Daisy was seated. For some reason he felt his pocket and realized that his pan flute was missing. His father's pan flute. "I am so dead." Mordred grasped his head again. "It's one thing after another!" he exclaimed. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.