10-19-2009, 05:31 PM
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 SS100 Triumphant Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Carve Hetcher Fifth Year | so you can convince yourself that im cute Quote:
Originally Posted by WarrenBLUDx Warren smirked and shaked his hand. ''Sweet'' he replied. Waz seemed to like Jake, he reminded him of himself, something that he hasn't seen around hogwarts lately. ''Nice to meet you too mate''
He looked back at Lucille, ''Im also good thanks'' he smiled ''Yeah Tammy and I are back as good mates again now, aint seen that rotten Ray. Dont care about him to be honest, his causing my life hell!'' Was his next words. Lucille hid her frown from Warren. Edem was her best friend...she still worried about him. Quote:
Originally Posted by Zoerawrr Blink. Blinkblink.
"Errrr... dragons?"
As far as Jake was concerned, the only dragons that had ever been around here that heeeee knew of, was the one in the portrait that he'd tickled, locking them students in with the mirror of Erised in his first year, and the Care of Magical Creatures lesson... also in his first year.
"Wherrrrrre are duh drrrragons?" he stammered out, inwardly cursing his own voice. "Oh..." Jake added, in response to the question. "Jus', found m'self dahhn 'ere..."
He frowned, wondering how exactly he'd gotten there.
"Wha' year're you in?" Jake asked, frowning slightly. It was hard to measure ages of people, but Jake knew this guy was no first year... yet... he hadn't seen him around before. Errm.
Dont explain yourself. It'll only make you look like more of an idiot, and then everyone will know your crazy, and Warren will run away, and the boy will probably throw his ball at you or something.
It's what i would do, thought Lucille. "Well, you know...dungeons...Dungeons have dragons, usually." She bit her lip..not helping! She changed the subject. " Im Lucille, by the way. Who are you?" She vaguly recognised him from her classes.
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