10-22-2012, 02:52 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
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| Wes & Raf mainly...but we are staring at the zombie astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Stabbing one of his gravy covered rolls with a fork, Aron took a rather large bite out of it before turning his attention back to Raf and chewing vigorously to catch up to the conversation. Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaavy. "My holiday was brilliant. Too the future Missus to Fiji," he said with a smirk and another chomp on his roll. "The aquatic plants there are simply breathtaking." Brought tears to his eyes every now and then if he was being entirely honest - not that he would mention this.
But then there were mentions of zombies? He ended up arching an eyebrow towards his Head Cabbage as he took another chomp out of his roll. "I thought those things were only in the Southern part of America," he mused. Nom nom nom nom. Maybe he should have some beef with his gravy. "Does this mean I should be taking samples of her drool and examining it in the lab?"
He nodded his head towards Wes as he walked over towards the two women and stabbed his fork into some beef and stuffed it in his mouth. Should he follow? Probably.
Sighing slightly, Aron left his plate on the table and walked over to where Wes was and began to rummage through his jacket for a small bag, charmed naturally, that contained most of his forensics equipment.
So...drool sample?
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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