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DaniDiNardo · 08-12-2015, 04:35 PM

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Originally Posted by Jessiqua

His book was his only company, now that Zhenya had run off with a friend. But he was just going to wait for her by the park bench. ON the park bench. She would come back. He just had to keep telling himself she was coming back, and he would wait patiently.

He slowly lowered himself onto the chair, trying not to look up and around too much. There were a LOT of people here. So, he pulled his tattered copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard from his bag and opened it to the page he was on.

In no time, his anxieties were washed away, because he was soon transported between the pages of his book.

This was some good material right here as he now realized walking down the street of Diagon Alley. His parents needed to make a quick stop off at the bank and had suggested he go make a story while they were busy but even he didn't think he could get this much from a bunch of people he'd passed going about there business.

"Bud, you may have just out done yourself." He said, admiring the green quill he was currently twirling between his fingers. Granted, he didn't remember what woman sobbed dramatically as she watched the child she held dearly vanishing into the stone structure of confinement but that was probably for the better. Blaise didn't remember that lady anyway and didn't need facts setting his story straight.

The boy slowed as he approached a bench to the side of the street and a boy sitting on it. Without hesitation he released his quill so it could get back to work. "What'chu got there?" He leaned forward a bit, trying to catch the title on the front cover.

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Jessiqua His book was his only company, now that Zhenya had run off with a friend. But he was just going to wait for her by the park bench. ON the park bench. She would come back. He just had to keep telling himself she was coming back, and he would wait patiently. He slowly lowered himself onto the chair, trying not to look up and around too much. There were a LOT of people here. So, he pulled his tattered copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard from his bag and opened it to the page he was on. In no time, his anxieties were washed away, because he was soon transported between the pages of his book. This was some good material right here as he now realized walking down the street of Diagon Alley. His parents needed to make a quick stop off at the bank and had suggested he go make a story while they were busy but even he didn't think he could get this much from a bunch of people he'd passed going about there business. "Bud, you may have just out done yourself." He said, admiring the green quill he was currently twirling between his fingers. Granted, he didn't remember what woman sobbed dramatically as she watched the child she held dearly vanishing into the stone structure of confinement but that was probably for the better. Blaise didn't remember that lady anyway and didn't need facts setting his story straight. The boy slowed as he approached a bench to the side of the street and a boy sitting on it. Without hesitation he released his quill so it could get back to work. "What'chu got there?" He leaned forward a bit, trying to catch the title on the front cover. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.