01-08-2015, 02:41 AM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,958
Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter Heheheehe.
The professor was handsome. And she could tell that better now that
A) He was closer than he had been at the feast
and
B) He was a human. (P.S. Animagi are very cool. Ahem.)
The brunette unpacked her bag and got her desk set up by her standards; Ink and quill in the right upper corner of the desk, textbook on the left and parchment in the middle. She dipped her quill in the ink and neatly & in loopy handwriting, wrote her name before sticking it on her robes.
There.
But now...
What would she do?
She glanced around at the other students as they exchanged answers. Was it certainly a creature? It was anything though, wasn't it? He didn't exactly specify how it was on the attack either... So... it depends.
Unknowingly taking Dima's lead, she kept quiet.
__________________ 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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