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Bliss shook her head free of any bad thoughts and looked at Arabella, "I thought it was horrible! And so scary," she said biting her lip. Normally she wouldn't admit to being scared about anything. "I broke my wrist you know," she told the Seventh Year and grimaced, thinking about how sometimes it still hurt. "What do you think could have caused the train to stop?" She asked Arabella, curious to hear her thoughts on it. |
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She gave Gwen the shortest version of her troubles, because she knew the other girl didn't want to listen to her complain, and was only doing it as a favor to Presley. "Okay, be sympathetic for me?" She asked. There. Short sweet, to the point, now go for it. At least it might give her a smile to watch Gwen try to be sympathetic. |
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"Ouch, that doesn't sound nice, and you should really get your wrist checked out," Bliss said and winced as she was reminded about her own injuries. "Despite the fact I fell down, I don't really mind travelling by portkey. I thought it was an interesting way to travel," Bliss admitted and smiled. She was just strange like that. "Ouch," Bliss commented and gave Arabella a sympathetic look. That had happened to Arabella sounded very similar to what happened to Bliss. |
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"That looks like it will turn out nice." She smiled, glancing at the sketch book. "I, however, can not even draw stick people correctly." Or was there no 'correct' way to do anything when it came to art? It was all up to interpretation or something, right? Well, she didn't know. She was no artist. "Hogwarts can be a little overwhelming at first, there's so much of it." And SO many other people which was definitely a new thing if the girl had happened to be homeschooled before she'd come here, like Taryn had. |
Maxwell walked into the courtyard and took a seat on a bench. He opened up a book, his favorite actually. 'Peter Pan' by J.M Barrie. As he opened the book a picture fell out...of he and Minvera in New York City from that christmas... He picked the the photograph and watched as they smiled and held each other tightly...he missed her, seeing himself so happy and wrapped up in her still hurt...but he wouldn't admit it not to many people. |
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