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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 12:53:13 GMT 8
Andrew laughed, "Yea, I suppose you're right. I know at Bella's house there is not a chance of it." He smiled at her, "Well, I guess everyone has their own tastes." Andrew smiled slightly, "My mother does too. She thinks I'm liable to get into some sort of trouble. Dunno why...not like I've set the Prefect bathroom on fire yet." He chuckled, "My father on the other hand is usually just glad I made it another year with all my limbs."
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Post by alexablack on Aug 3, 2008 13:05:53 GMT 8
Amelina laughed, slightly.
"Yeah. Italian household's like their meat" She said, softly.
Amelina laughed, and she actually meant it.
"My mother just thanks the Virgin Mary I don't come home a min-me every year" She laughed at his expression.
"My father's probably turning around in his grave at the thought" She smiled, but she didn't dare let it reach her eyes. She picked up the fork, shifting the gravy from one side of her plate to another.
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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 13:18:10 GMT 8
Andrew smiled as she laughed it was the first real smile he had for awhile. He watched her curiously as her expression changed at the mention of her father. He swallowed and looked down at his plate, "I've had family pass before. I know how it feels." His thoughts drifting back to his uncle and what had happened with his parents. The main reason why he hadn't chosen a side.
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Post by alexablack on Aug 3, 2008 13:21:52 GMT 8
Amelina grinned back, he seemed genuinely borderline.
She bit back a comment, swallowing hard.
But I bet you got to meet them..., she smiled softly.
"Yeah..." Her face turned hard before she brightened, "It's in the past." She put her utensils on the plate moving it to the side.
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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 13:55:54 GMT 8
He watched her reaction and instantly felt like an idiot. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that..." He looked down at his plate and at his letter then back at her. You're just really scoring points all over the place aren't you. Deciding to change the subject he smiled, "Are you trying out for the team this year?"
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Post by alexablack on Aug 3, 2008 14:00:49 GMT 8
She looked up suddenly, annoyed at the sympathy.
"No honestly. It's fine. Don't worry about it" Her defensive wall had come up, she sighed. Annoyed at herself more than anything. His subject change came as a warm welcome.
"Yeah, chaser if I can. You?"
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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 14:12:15 GMT 8
Andrew smiled, "Yea, I try out every year and even though the captain says I'm the worst procrastinator and role model ever she still puts me on." He laughed, "Seeker or keeper depends on which she needs more. I prefer Seeking and I just got a new broom. The latest and fastest model. I had been saving up for awhile for it."
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Post by alexablack on Aug 3, 2008 14:14:47 GMT 8
Amelina laughed.
"I see....should be interesting." She returned.
"Ah...built for a speed I see" She smiled, "Which broom?" She asked him curiously.
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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 14:49:05 GMT 8
Andrew smirked, "Interesting is an understatement. You should see the practices." He smiled at her, "The new firebolt. It's great, took it out for a fly already."
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Post by alexablack on Aug 3, 2008 14:55:59 GMT 8
Amelina smiled.
"Looking forward to it." Her tone had returned to it's light, airy register it'd been before.
"Firebolt? Wow..." She was impressed, but talking about quidditch was nothing on being on the pitch and flying.
"You'll have to remind me of practice.." She smiled softly, glancing back at the letter.
She started fiddling with her hair, anxiously awaiting the end of the pause, automatically she started humming her mind more on the treacle tart than the conversation.
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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 15:14:26 GMT 8
Andrew smiled, "We could go out to the pitch now. I'll let you have a go on my new firebolt." He folded the letter up and stuck it in his pocket. "What do you say?" He smiled, his eyes bright as he was anxious to get out to the pitch.
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Post by alexablack on Aug 3, 2008 15:29:13 GMT 8
Amelina looked up, she couldn't resist those eyes. He seemed really excited about going to the pitch...and if it made him a little more happy then what the heck....right?
She nodded, smiling.
"Sure, why not" She said and got up.
"Mind..I could always race you on my broom?" She grinned and smoothly lifted her feet over the bench.
"Ready?"
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Post by cinnabun1322 on Aug 3, 2008 15:45:07 GMT 8
Andrew smiled, "You could..." He smirked and stood up, "I'm always ready." He laughed and led the way out of the Great Hall.
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Post by alexablack on Aug 23, 2008 14:59:21 GMT 8
Mel entered the hall, late and snowy. Her hair white with flakes. Sighing she sat down at the bench and looked discontedly at her plate. Sighing she realised she wouldn't be able to stay in a room full of people without turning around. She moved the food around on her plate and then got up and rushed out of the hall, anxious to be outside in the open air.
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