02-05-2009, 07:40 PM
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| Thestral
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Narcissa Hensley Gryffindor Third Year
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Originally Posted by Eclipsed '....your mother?' Terry repeated, squirming in his seat. 'Uhh, I'll just have to make sure she never enters my bedroom then, won't I?' He leaned over the table towards her, resting his elbows against the surface. Peeking up, he raised an eyebrow cockily. 'PFFT. Course you'd still help me. You're a sucker for all things Terry Saunders, aren't you?'
'I can very well speak!' Terry spluttered indignantly, crossing his arms in a huff. 'It's not my fault you got such a weirded out dude for your assignment!' Looking thoughtful, he relented this one time. 'Hokai, I'll give you this one. Merlin doesn't exactly look like the active, partying around type. ...BUT. I'd bet you Merlin would beat Belby at a magical talent contest, he was pretty nifty with a wand, remember?' Vanessa smirked at him. "Yes. She's a clean freak," She grinned at him, her mother would never meet him though right? She watched as he leaned over the table towards her. Maybe it would have been better if they had sat together.
"i'm a sucker for All things Terry Saunders? Oh Of course I am Terry. I am so oh very jealous of Evolette and I wish that I'd seen you first, and that you're ever so much more good looking than Miles."She rambled off, obvious not speaking a single word of the truth. "In your dreams Terry."
"My dude is not wierd Terry Saunders," She scolded him, looking very serious. She was very protective of her card. "Merlin doesn't look active? He looks like he should be in old folks home," She rolled her eyes as she contined to listen to him. "Yes......but could Merlin surive a Lethoid attack?"
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