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Hermione_loves_Ron · 02-20-2008, 10:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tinkerbell*

Jack turned around, hearing a young girls voice yelling something. Not too far away a small girl was bent over holding her side. Jack squinted through the sharp sunlight to where she was standing to see exactly what she was doing but he couldn't figure out what that actually was.

Out of nowhere she just fell onto her back, lying in the grass. Jack, out of curiousity more than anything, abandoned his visit to the Groundskeeper and trudged his way over to where the small girl, almost definetly in first year, was lieing in the grass.

He stood over her, staring down at this little person that was lieing down panting and gulping. "What the heck are you doing?!" Jack asked her, puzzled. He held out a hand for her to use to get back up again.

For a few moments, the only response Issy could muster was a low groan. Even her mouth hurt. It felt like her gums were bleeding or something. She was not cut out for this longterm sprinting. The feat was impossible for her body. And being so tiny helped only in a negative manner.

The boy's shadow over her felt nice and cool and, without realizing it, a serene smile crossed her face and she hummed lightly, tipping her face up, letting the shadow wash over her neck and trying to cringe into it. Her whole body could use that nice cool down, she instinctivly thought and sighed for a breif second, before realizing that the shadow and voice were coming from a person! A boy!

Eyes opening quickly, she coughed and choked a little, wheezing and tried to push herself up. Too many actions took place though and she feebly admitted (silently) defeat, and reached up to take the boy's hand and pull herself up. How familiar this scene felt. Samson she muttered in her mind, as she attempted to steady herself on lightly shaking legs, wiping off the back of skirt.

"I was taking a nap. What'd it look like?" she wheezed. The words were meant to come out sour, but she hadn't the strength to do so. "My skunks were running away and I was chasing them and I exhausted myself."

She panted between every few words, but her breathing was slowly beginning to regulate some.

Meanwhile, over a few feet away, near Ocean, the skunklettes had spotted him. One head perked up first, the other following not more than a moment later. For a breif moment, they seemed more like prarie dogs, and then the first skunklette took off, bounding towards the Professor, the other following him, scurrying to him as though drawn by some kind of aura.

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Hermione_loves_Ron Hungarian Horntail Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City Posts: 69,656 Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year	Brain Twin \| MASTAH ASHURRII \| Reisdent PokeNerd \| Digifangirl Quote: Originally Posted by Tinkerbell* Jack turned around, hearing a young girls voice yelling something. Not too far away a small girl was bent over holding her side. Jack squinted through the sharp sunlight to where she was standing to see exactly what she was doing but he couldn't figure out what that actually was. Out of nowhere she just fell onto her back, lying in the grass. Jack, out of curiousity more than anything, abandoned his visit to the Groundskeeper and trudged his way over to where the small girl, almost definetly in first year, was lieing in the grass. He stood over her, staring down at this little person that was lieing down panting and gulping. "What the heck are you doing?!" Jack asked her, puzzled. He held out a hand for her to use to get back up again. For a few moments, the only response Issy could muster was a low groan. Even her mouth hurt. It felt like her gums were bleeding or something. She was not cut out for this longterm sprinting. The feat was impossible for her body. And being so tiny helped only in a negative manner. The boy's shadow over her felt nice and cool and, without realizing it, a serene smile crossed her face and she hummed lightly, tipping her face up, letting the shadow wash over her neck and trying to cringe into it. Her whole body could use that nice cool down, she instinctivly thought and sighed for a breif second, before realizing that the shadow and voice were coming from a person! A boy! Eyes opening quickly, she coughed and choked a little, wheezing and tried to push herself up. Too many actions took place though and she feebly admitted (silently) defeat, and reached up to take the boy's hand and pull herself up. How familiar this scene felt. Samson she muttered in her mind, as she attempted to steady herself on lightly shaking legs, wiping off the back of skirt. "I was taking a nap. What'd it look like?" she wheezed. The words were meant to come out sour, but she hadn't the strength to do so. "My skunks were running away and I was chasing them and I exhausted myself." She panted between every few words, but her breathing was slowly beginning to regulate some. Meanwhile, over a few feet away, near Ocean, the skunklettes had spotted him. One head perked up first, the other following not more than a moment later. For a breif moment, they seemed more like prarie dogs, and then the first skunklette took off, bounding towards the Professor, the other following him, scurrying to him as though drawn by some kind of aura. __________________ 'Cause out of all the people I've known, the places I've been, the songs that I have sung, The wonders I've seen, now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through? TUNE IN! POTTERWATCH && BOOKCLUB