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AmbiguouslyMe · 09-15-2009, 11:51 AM

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Originally Posted by ginny37

Dora didn't know what had gotten into her, she and Edward had just ended things and it was tooo soon... She had the urge to get up and run from the room, but couldn't make herself get up. She followed Silas back and forth with her eyes for a moment and looked away. What is going on, Dora she yelled at herself. She had to say something, this was the most awkward moment she had had in quite a long time. Clearing her throat she said, "So are you as excited about the Quidditch World Cup as I am?" How lame was that, Dora?! she berated herself. She turned to face Silas again and was again struck with confusion for the way she felt. She averted her eyes and took out her wand and started to make butterflies pop out the end of her wand and flutter around the room. This calmed her and made her smile. She waited for Silas to speak.... if he ever quit muttering to himself long enough to answer her. Then she jumped up and grabbed a piece of parchmet and hastily penned a note to Mel, or whomever would get it, and summoned her owl forth. tying the parchment to her leg she told the owl, "Take this to Wickham Getaways, Craig's Flat. Make sure Craig, Melanie, or Eddie gets it, hurry." With that her owl took off with a flutter of wings. She turned back to Silas and said, "I had to know if everything is okay." She bit her lip and fought back the tears of fear that were threatening to spill from her eyes. She wanted to be comforted, but didn't know if there was anything that would ease her mind.

Silas paced and muttered... muttered and paced. He was lost in his own thoughts, completely oblivious to how awkward the situation in the room had become. Silas wasn't one for picking up the subtleties of tension, unless he himself intentionally caused them, and this had most certainly NOT been intentional.

Dora was speaking again, so he stopped pacing after a bit and ceased his muttering. Pulling out his wand and summoning a comfortable chair, he hastily tossed his lanky body onto it and draped his long arms over the sides. "The World Cup? If you are even the least bit excited, I would dare say I'm not as excited as you." Silas' tone had returned to cold and bitter following their rather intimate personal exchange. "I don't quite care for Quidditch... nor crowds, frankly. So, I dare say the event itself will not be an enjoyable one for me." Silas paused. "That training ground Ben's setting up for my division, though... now that could be fun." Silas grinned mischievously. He hoped the training ground would be tricky and challenging and at least remotely interesting. The accidents at the Cup, barring any catastrophes, he assumed would be mundane, simple for those not caught up in Quidditch frenzy to rectify, and frankly, not worth his time.

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Originally Posted by Jojogali

Dora's owl came flying in, with the same hurry it had left.

It landed on a desk, exhausted.

With a plop, Dora's owl returned with a note. Stretching up in his chair, taking notice, but not fully standing, Silas looked at Dora expectantly. "What does it say?"

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AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,676 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by ginny37 Dora didn't know what had gotten into her, she and Edward had just ended things and it was tooo soon... She had the urge to get up and run from the room, but couldn't make herself get up. She followed Silas back and forth with her eyes for a moment and looked away. What is going on, Dora she yelled at herself. She had to say something, this was the most awkward moment she had had in quite a long time. Clearing her throat she said, "So are you as excited about the Quidditch World Cup as I am?" How lame was that, Dora?! she berated herself. She turned to face Silas again and was again struck with confusion for the way she felt. She averted her eyes and took out her wand and started to make butterflies pop out the end of her wand and flutter around the room. This calmed her and made her smile. She waited for Silas to speak.... if he ever quit muttering to himself long enough to answer her. Then she jumped up and grabbed a piece of parchmet and hastily penned a note to Mel, or whomever would get it, and summoned her owl forth. tying the parchment to her leg she told the owl, "Take this to Wickham Getaways, Craig's Flat. Make sure Craig, Melanie, or Eddie gets it, hurry." With that her owl took off with a flutter of wings. She turned back to Silas and said, "I had to know if everything is okay." She bit her lip and fought back the tears of fear that were threatening to spill from her eyes. She wanted to be comforted, but didn't know if there was anything that would ease her mind. Silas paced and muttered... muttered and paced. He was lost in his own thoughts, completely oblivious to how awkward the situation in the room had become. Silas wasn't one for picking up the subtleties of tension, unless he himself intentionally caused them, and this had most certainly NOT been intentional. Dora was speaking again, so he stopped pacing after a bit and ceased his muttering. Pulling out his wand and summoning a comfortable chair, he hastily tossed his lanky body onto it and draped his long arms over the sides. "The World Cup? If you are even the least bit excited, I would dare say I'm not as excited as you." Silas' tone had returned to cold and bitter following their rather intimate personal exchange. "I don't quite care for Quidditch... nor crowds, frankly. So, I dare say the event itself will not be an enjoyable one for me." Silas paused. "That training ground Ben's setting up for my division, though... now that could be fun." Silas grinned mischievously. He hoped the training ground would be tricky and challenging and at least remotely interesting. The accidents at the Cup, barring any catastrophes, he assumed would be mundane, simple for those not caught up in Quidditch frenzy to rectify, and frankly, not worth his time. Quote: Originally Posted by Jojogali Dora's owl came flying in, with the same hurry it had left. It landed on a desk, exhausted. With a plop, Dora's owl returned with a note. Stretching up in his chair, taking notice, but not fully standing, Silas looked at Dora expectantly. "What does it say?" __________________ Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby? You can fly above the rain clouds Close your eyes Let the melody carry you Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky to once upon a time