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SnitCHchASER · 04-15-2009, 04:21 AM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Distractedly, Dominic turned his attention from the red panda and the Groundskeeper at the sound of someone - a younger student from the looks of things - calling his name. Frowning and furrowing his two eyebrows together, the fifth year recognized the boy at once as one who he himself had entered late to a few classes this term. Annoying, hypocritical first years, he thought, not particularly in the mood for dealing with this stuff right now. Sleep was in order despite the fact that he slept the last twelve hours or so, it just didn't seem to be enough.

"Cedric," the Hufflepuff said fiercely. "And you're one to talk about being late. It's the end of term feast for the love of MERLIN . . . not a class . . ."

But his scolding of the first year was interrupted by someone tackling his middle and wrapping their little arms around his abdominals. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat as his memory flashed back to the little arms of Willow, but looking down at the top of her head, he knew it wasn't and sighed, blowing the girl's hair wistfully.

Emalyn. His teammate of two years now and fabulous chaser. Of course he would miss her, but he'd still see her again next term, wouldn't he? No reason why not. The second part was incoherent babble though and for another moment, Dominic wondered if she had been slipped a Babbling Beverage or just hit with a Confundus Charm. BUT . . . the Hufflepuff Prefect just wrapped his strong arms around the second year protectively. "Me too, Emalyn. Me too." And it was the truth.

And then she pulled back from him, but he held his hands firmly on her shoulders for a moment, looking down into his eyes - goodness, why'd he have to be so tall? - and smiled vaguely at her. "You were great this year too, Ema. Now be good this summer, will ya? I'll see you in a few months."

Emalyn beamed up at him, taking the impression of a house elf on meds. She stood up straighter...he wasn't that older than she was...why did she have to feel so puny? Next year she would be luckier. She would either grow or wear heels...one way or the other, she would be taller.
She wriggled under the weight of Dominic's hands on her shoulders for a minute, steadying them and composing herself.

"Have you seen Ella, Ross, Kaika, Miranda or John around anywhere?" she eyed the crowd in the Great Hall. She HAD to say goodbye to them all. She just had to. "Who wouldn't show up for food?" she found herself saying this out loud. She definitely would show up where there was food and friends.

04-15-2009, 04:21 AM	#47 (permalink)
SnitCHchASER Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Under your bed. Posts: 2,055 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harper W. Crickette Seventh Year	Zooom! maturity is boring ★ Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Distractedly, Dominic turned his attention from the red panda and the Groundskeeper at the sound of someone - a younger student from the looks of things - calling his name. Frowning and furrowing his two eyebrows together, the fifth year recognized the boy at once as one who he himself had entered late to a few classes this term. Annoying, hypocritical first years, he thought, not particularly in the mood for dealing with this stuff right now. Sleep was in order despite the fact that he slept the last twelve hours or so, it just didn't seem to be enough. "Cedric," the Hufflepuff said fiercely. "And you're one to talk about being late. It's the end of term feast for the love of MERLIN . . . not a class . . ." But his scolding of the first year was interrupted by someone tackling his middle and wrapping their little arms around his abdominals. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat as his memory flashed back to the little arms of Willow, but looking down at the top of her head, he knew it wasn't and sighed, blowing the girl's hair wistfully. Emalyn. His teammate of two years now and fabulous chaser. Of course he would miss her, but he'd still see her again next term, wouldn't he? No reason why not. The second part was incoherent babble though and for another moment, Dominic wondered if she had been slipped a Babbling Beverage or just hit with a Confundus Charm. BUT . . . the Hufflepuff Prefect just wrapped his strong arms around the second year protectively. "Me too, Emalyn. Me too." And it was the truth. And then she pulled back from him, but he held his hands firmly on her shoulders for a moment, looking down into his eyes - goodness, why'd he have to be so tall? - and smiled vaguely at her. "You were great this year too, Ema. Now be good this summer, will ya? I'll see you in a few months." Emalyn beamed up at him, taking the impression of a house elf on meds. She stood up straighter...he wasn't that older than she was...why did she have to feel so puny? Next year she would be luckier. She would either grow or wear heels...one way or the other, she would be taller. She wriggled under the weight of Dominic's hands on her shoulders for a minute, steadying them and composing herself. "Have you seen Ella, Ross, Kaika, Miranda or John around anywhere?" she eyed the crowd in the Great Hall. She HAD to say goodbye to them all. She just had to. "Who wouldn't show up for food?" she found herself saying this out loud. She definitely would show up where there was food and friends. __________________