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RachieRu · 04-17-2009, 07:21 PM

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Originally Posted by Hollister

Miles slid through the sliding door of the compartment and walked over to where Vannie was sat. He sat down beside and moved his arm so it was around her shoulders. "I'm ... alright, you know what it's like at the end of term." Dull and depressing. It was always like that, even in his third year, which for him, was his first year. Heheh. "What about you?"

"Yeaaah." Miles wondered if he could adopt Alan at the end of the next term, so that he could take him with him to the big wide world that would be his future. He was kind of excited, since he would be with Reese, Lima and Vannie. "I wanna go visit him a lot next term." He nodded,and began to stroke Maxxie. "Is Maxxie excited about living somewhere new?"

Vanessa smiled as she snuggled closer to him, but made sure that Maxxie didn't object. The last thing she needed was for the kneazle to bite her, or Miles. "I'm good...looking forward to summer" She smiled as she looked up at him. She was looking forward to spending the summer with him, especially when they went to Italy. Taking one hand off Maxxie, she found Miles' hand, and squeezed it. "It should be fun." She added with a grin. Touring the world. How could it not be fun.

"We should go together," She nodded, with a smile as he began to stroke Maxxie. The kneazle made a sound like a purr, and she knew that she didn't need to worry about him biting them. "He likes you." She giggled, stroking the kneazle gentley. She had really grown attached to the little thing over the course of the term, and she was glad Professor Morgan had let them adopt them. Ooh that reminded her of something!
"Ooh!" She nodded, picking up Maxxie, and handing him to Miles carefully. "I have something to tell you." She added, whilst pulling the parchment out of her bag.

04-17-2009, 07:21 PM	#95 (permalink)
RachieRu Thestral Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: The Wall Posts: 80,717 Hogwarts RPG Name: Narcissa Hensley Gryffindor Third Year x6 x4	Vanessa the Snot Girl l Rachels Rule \| rock,tumble,&roll ❆ adorable coffee bean Quote: Originally Posted by Hollister Miles slid through the sliding door of the compartment and walked over to where Vannie was sat. He sat down beside and moved his arm so it was around her shoulders. "I'm ... alright, you know what it's like at the end of term." Dull and depressing. It was always like that, even in his third year, which for him, was his first year. Heheh. "What about you?" "Yeaaah." Miles wondered if he could adopt Alan at the end of the next term, so that he could take him with him to the big wide world that would be his future. He was kind of excited, since he would be with Reese, Lima and Vannie. "I wanna go visit him a lot next term." He nodded,and began to stroke Maxxie. "Is Maxxie excited about living somewhere new?" Vanessa smiled as she snuggled closer to him, but made sure that Maxxie didn't object. The last thing she needed was for the kneazle to bite her, or Miles. "I'm good...looking forward to summer" She smiled as she looked up at him. She was looking forward to spending the summer with him, especially when they went to Italy. Taking one hand off Maxxie, she found Miles' hand, and squeezed it. "It should be fun." She added with a grin. Touring the world. How could it not be fun. "We should go together," She nodded, with a smile as he began to stroke Maxxie. The kneazle made a sound like a purr, and she knew that she didn't need to worry about him biting them. "He likes you." She giggled, stroking the kneazle gentley. She had really grown attached to the little thing over the course of the term, and she was glad Professor Morgan had let them adopt them. Ooh that reminded her of something! "Ooh!" She nodded, picking up Maxxie, and handing him to Miles carefully. "I have something to tell you." She added, whilst pulling the parchment out of her bag. __________________ It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain