Flyte Vance
Ravenclaw
Ravenclaw, Seventh Year[M:0:]
~ Falling Down The Rabbit Hole ~
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Post by Flyte Vance on Dec 9, 2008 18:25:09 GMT -5
Flyte watched the girls melodramatics and shook her head. She walked across the street to Jurrell and smiled sadly at him.
'Must be hard to be around all that drama,' she spoke quietly her voice calm. 'I'm at Hogwarts - Ravenclaw, if you ever need to talk to someone less.... angsty.'
She walked away down the street.
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Post by Jurrell Hall Kennedy on Dec 9, 2008 18:31:31 GMT -5
(Jurrells in the snow again)
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Post by Sylvia Snape on Dec 9, 2008 18:53:23 GMT -5
Sylvia cringed as she sank low, A soft voice speaking to her in her mind, "Concentrate My child, You can be better than this." The voice did not sound like her mothers voice and Sylvia spoke softly, "I do not understand." A vision entered Sylvia Forcefully, A vision of Sylvia was shown to her, She watched as many feared her, As she was powerful and could not be stopped. Quickly as it came the image left and Sylvia was left Shaking in the snow.
Tears could be seen as she spoke softly, "Jurrell." She was saddened as she ran away, She no longer seeked anger in the child, She meant nothing to her, Nothing to them. She removed the soaked cloth and placed another around it, Tossing the blood filled cloth to the ground.
As Sylvia left a dark hand could be seen grabbing the cloth that she had left and a laugh was heard. Sylvia shivered as the laughter followed her, Her eyes casted down at the ground.
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Post by Jurrell Hall Kennedy on Dec 9, 2008 18:57:33 GMT -5
Jurrell had to admit he waned to talk to some one preferably someone he didn't know that well. He ran up to Flyte. "our common room tonight I should get back aorund 10 O'clock unless you want to take back the offer?" He pleaded his face slightly sad. "its a long story aswell if you dont mind".
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Flyte Vance
Ravenclaw
Ravenclaw, Seventh Year[M:0:]
~ Falling Down The Rabbit Hole ~
Posts: 1,923
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Post by Flyte Vance on Dec 9, 2008 19:17:29 GMT -5
Flyte turned at the footsteps running up behind her, her face lighting up with a smile. 'Of course the offer stands - on one condition... tell me your name.' She wrinkled her nose at him cutely. 'It seems you have a lot you need to talk about..' Turning back the way she was headed she left. ((you can start on the new thread J!  )) |
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Post by Sylvia Snape on Dec 9, 2008 19:37:28 GMT -5
A voice speaks low in tone to Sylvia, "He doesnt deserve you my lovely, A fine rose blessed with the heart of steel." A soft touch was felt along Sylvia's shoulder and she turned to see no one. The voice spoke once more, "If you wish to speak with me my lovely, Meet me in the graveyard." Sylvia shuttered and whispered, "I will be there." She must know who was talking to her, She couldnt remember the voice or describe the feeling he produced.
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Post by Jurrell Hall Kennedy on Dec 9, 2008 19:42:37 GMT -5
He smiled at her and saw her cute nose wrinkle up. He looked away from it fastly. As if he starred at a bright light burning his eyes. He tried to hide a small blush that crossed his cheeks. "Its Jurrell" He admitted to her. He thought for a second. "by the way i like your name" It was just a compliment he thought to himself but maybe he was saying something he was going to regret later.
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