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itsjustjesse · 03-19-2013, 07:38 AM

Flump.

The sound of someone throwing themselves onto their bed was obvious - so was the creaking noise the bed made as the body connected with it. The bed in question was the rather rickety, rather loud, and annoying bed that belonged to the rather unlucky Amelia Johanson.

"stop squeaking!" She huffed at the bed and quickly fixed it again - silencing it wouldn't do much. If she did that she wouldn't know it needed to be fixed and then one night the whole room would hear a scream and not realize that a bed had in fact silently fallen in the night.

Besides.

Fixing was the Ravenclaw thing to do.

Bed fixed the girl got up off of the bed and walked over to her trunk again for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It wasn't a cold day but really - it was cold enough and she just wasn't herself. Opening the trunk she pulled out what appeared to be a mountain of candy and proceeded to drop it ontop of her bedspread. Sitting down next to the mountain she embarked on the most important decision of the day.

Which candy to eat first.

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itsjustjesse Fwooper Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the void Posts: 21,838 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10	HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED Flump. The sound of someone throwing themselves onto their bed was obvious - so was the creaking noise the bed made as the body connected with it. The bed in question was the rather rickety, rather loud, and annoying bed that belonged to the rather unlucky Amelia Johanson. "stop squeaking!" She huffed at the bed and quickly fixed it again - silencing it wouldn't do much. If she did that she wouldn't know it needed to be fixed and then one night the whole room would hear a scream and not realize that a bed had in fact silently fallen in the night. Besides. Fixing was the Ravenclaw thing to do. Bed fixed the girl got up off of the bed and walked over to her trunk again for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It wasn't a cold day but really - it was cold enough and she just wasn't herself. Opening the trunk she pulled out what appeared to be a mountain of candy and proceeded to drop it ontop of her bedspread. Sitting down next to the mountain she embarked on the most important decision of the day. Which candy to eat first. __________________ IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________ IF YOU MAKE HER ____________