Emmie Damselfly
Gryffindor
Fifth Year[M:0:]
[color=blue]Angel or demon. If only my wings would decide[/color]
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Post by Emmie Damselfly on Dec 2, 2008 1:42:54 GMT -5
Emmie laughed shyly then quickly turned around and began to pick at her food. "Tadd, what is on the agenda for today? Do you have any plans?"
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Post by Tadd Levingstein on Dec 2, 2008 19:07:21 GMT -5
" I have no idea. I'm going for a run though, I have to get in shape for Quidditch. Why?"
Tadd asked.
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Emmie Damselfly
Gryffindor
Fifth Year[M:0:]
[color=blue]Angel or demon. If only my wings would decide[/color]
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Post by Emmie Damselfly on Dec 2, 2008 19:49:49 GMT -5
She looked at him puzzled. "Quidditch? There is a match today? I was going to see if you wanted to hang ot with me."
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Post by Tadd Levingstein on Dec 2, 2008 22:04:07 GMT -5
"No I need to get in shape for Quidditch. The season starts soon, and I havent run in ages. I've been distracted lately. I just need to work out. Want to join me, Tristian? I know you probably need to get in shape for Quidditch too. And Emmie, we can hang out after. It's not going to take all day. Just a run or two, then some flying. Meet us in the feild in like 3 hours or so." Tadd kissed her on the cheek.
"Cheer up hun. Sit and talk with these fine fellows."
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Emmie Damselfly
Gryffindor
Fifth Year[M:0:]
[color=blue]Angel or demon. If only my wings would decide[/color]
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Post by Emmie Damselfly on Dec 2, 2008 22:08:33 GMT -5
She smiled sweetly at him. "Alright I'll try... wait are you giving me permission to flirt?" She winked at him.
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Tristan McGadey
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Luck O' the Irish
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Post by Tristan McGadey on Dec 2, 2008 22:25:28 GMT -5
"Aye, Ah could use the exercise," he said patting his not-so-out-of-shape belly with a grin. "Sounds good ta' me. Are yeh goin' righ' now, then?"
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Post by Tadd Levingstein on Dec 3, 2008 6:29:49 GMT -5
Tadd frowned at Emmie. "No I'm telling you to be nice. Even though I'm sure Gavin will make it his mission to flirt with you, and this little Nick over here probably wouldn't mind my cute girl flirting with him either." Tadd looked over at Nick.
"She's taken." He smiled. Then he pointed to Gavin. "So is he. Don't try anything." He laughed jokingly.
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Tristan McGadey
Gryffindor
Seventh Year, Quidditch Beater[M:0:]
Luck O' the Irish
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Post by Tristan McGadey on Dec 3, 2008 14:49:41 GMT -5
Tristan laughed a bit louder than he had meant to at Tadd's joke. He looked around to see if anyone had heard his sudden outburst and saw a few quizzical eyes looking his way. He looked at Nick and smiled. "He's jokin' o' course. He doesn' mean et.....Ah hope." He gave Nick a wink. 'Thus kid's naw tha' bad, Ah guess. Ah think Ah was too judgemental at firs'....' Tristan stood up. "We goin' or wha', mate?" he asked. "Or are yeh gonna set around all bloody day an' flirt with pretty girls?" he said with a joking smile. "Ah'm gonna go change," he said. "Weel, et was nice ta' meet you fellows," he said nodding at Nick and Gavin. He would have shaken Nick's hand but he still felt awkward around Gavin and didn't want to offend him by not shaking his. He jogged off towards the giant oak doors.
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Post by Tadd Levingstein on Dec 3, 2008 18:56:36 GMT -5
"Yeah we're going." He kissed Emmie on the forehead and ran off after Tristian, he jogged up behind him tackling him down and running ahead of him. "Got to do better then that!" He said running up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
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Tristan McGadey
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Luck O' the Irish
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Post by Tristan McGadey on Dec 3, 2008 20:03:10 GMT -5
Tristan looked up from the floor as Tadd quickly got off of him and watched as Tadd made his way to the stairs. "Oh, so tha's how yeh wan' ta' play et, eh?" he said under his breath, grinning evily. Pushing himself up he took out his wand and pointed it at Tadd as he ran up the stairs. "Locomotor Mortis!" he mumbled and watched as Tadd's legs locked together as he was going up the stairs. Tristan ran up the stairs and past Tadd, stopping momentarily to bend down and taunt him. "HaHA!! Though' yeh could best me, eh?!?!" he said with a laugh. "Hey, don' dawdle aroun' all day mate, Ah'd like ta' get a move on before sundown!" He sprinted off up the white marble stairs, taking two or three at a time.
((P.S. I have NO doubts in my mind that Tadd's going to get me back as well on my way to the common room ; D ))
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Post by james3260 on Dec 5, 2008 5:28:47 GMT -5
Looking to Tadd, Nick smiles. "Just a timid little mouse, me."
Some minutes later
Nick nods back at Tristan, smiling and somehow now purposeful. For some reason the conversation and the odd happenings therein have imbued him with new energy.
(OOC: Apologies for the short post.)
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Emmie Damselfly
Gryffindor
Fifth Year[M:0:]
[color=blue]Angel or demon. If only my wings would decide[/color]
Posts: 1,071
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Post by Emmie Damselfly on Dec 5, 2008 22:29:30 GMT -5
Emmie laughed as the two boys left. She sighed and streched out a bit more. "Well it looks like I have you two to myself. HAHA just kidding." She looked at Gavin wondering what his girlfriend looked like. "You should bring your girl around sometime. I would very much like to meet the last of the Levingsteins." She smiled sweetly then bit into a chocolate chip muffin.
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Post by Tadd Levingstein on Dec 8, 2008 22:20:09 GMT -5
Tadd unlocked his legs, and swished his wand, sticking Tristian to the stairs, one foot 4 stairs behind the other. He ran up to him and punched him in the stomache, just hard enough for him to tumble, but not hard enough to hurt or for him to be angry. He laughed, and ran past him and up into the common room. But before he did he yelled down,
"Have fun doing those splits Tristian!" Tristians legs still glued to the stairs spilt apart.
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Tristan McGadey
Gryffindor
Seventh Year, Quidditch Beater[M:0:]
Luck O' the Irish
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Post by Tristan McGadey on Dec 9, 2008 18:06:12 GMT -5
Tristan's upper body lurched foward with his inertia as his feet stuck to the stairs. "Wha'? Wha' the...?" he said somewhat confused as to what had just happened. His suspicions were dispelled as Tadd ran past him, only to stop and punch him in the stomach. He laughed as he tilted backwards, rotating his arms to help find balance. "Ahhh!!...No!" he said chuckling but still a little concerned as to how he was going to get out of this position. His weight was pulling him backwards but his feet didn't allow for him to fall. He soon regained his balance and shook his head, regaining his focus. "Ah'm gonna get yeh boyo!" he yelled back up the stairs as he flicked his wand, releasing him from the spell. He sprinted up the rest of the stairs and chased after his friend, laughing, his legs somewhat sore from being stretched out in such an awkward position.
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