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Post by Hope Sanchez on Apr 6, 2007 1:07:18 GMT 10
Hope walked into the common around 4 in the morning, still pretty angry, and she couldn't fall asleep what-so-ever. She sat in one of the armchairs twirling her wand between her fingers in one hand, drumming her fingers on the chair with the other.
As she twirled her wand she just sat there staring at the fire. Anyone who would have seen her would have probably thought she was trying to make it explode. But really, it was just Faith; That girl always knew how to piss her off it annoyed the hell out of her.
"Darn goody, goody. No wonder she got into Emerindyl, hanging out with mudbloods and she doesn't even care. Sometimes I wonder if we're even related..", Hope and Faith were close before they came to Koalingo, but now they were growing apart.
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Post by Albert Francis on Apr 7, 2007 6:51:23 GMT 10
“Not another one, honestly, I don’t know how many more of you’re my patience can handle,” Albert had moved silently into the room to the sounds of the crackling fire. His eyes reflected the dancing tendrils that reached out from the fireplace pushing the darkness backwards into hiding. He was dressed in a cloak as if he had just arrived back from somewhere and was hoping the common room would be vacant so that he could sit, enjoy a fire whisky and contemplate life in peace.
“You think of all the twins in the world, you and yours have the biggest problems?” he said to her in a rather bored sounding voice. He had heard this all before, in fact it was almost the same as something happening to the twins; Everard; a couple of girls in their seventh year… or were they in their sixth year. Albert didn’t care.
“Honestly, the boredom that surrounds your immature little tiff will have to be parted with if you think the future will present to you; any degree of interest,” he said to her, crossing the lounge to the table where he found a crystal decanter filled with a richly coloured amber liquid. He poured himself a glass, not supplying one to the twelve year old near him.
“Things always seem so much more important when you are pubescent,” he said rolling her eyes at the girl before focusing entirely on the tapestry above the table he was now leaning on.
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Post by Hope Sanchez on Apr 12, 2007 1:24:58 GMT 10
A voice broke her thoughts and she looked up glaring as she listened to the sixth years thoughts, "No, I don't think we have the biggest problems but I do think that I never asked for your opinion on the anger toward my sister."
Listening to the sixth year she cocked her head in confusion, but anger still evident on her face, thought a little less, "And what is that supposed to mean?" Hopes lack of sleep was slowly catching up with her, she sat back in her chair and yawned, "Well of course it seems more important now, I live for the moment."
Sleep was overcoming her but she did not let it show, she just stared into the fire eyeing it lazily, the burning flames keeping her warm. "And at this moment, I am very annoyed at my sister."
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