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Post by Adamine Tonks on Jul 21, 2008 1:20:26 GMT -8
Adamine was tired of the same old thing.Day in day out it seemed she did the same thing.Go to classes, listen to others songs.She finally had enough of it.She decided to hear those that were professional.She listened to her favorite rap song, while she just let her mind go and somewhat relax.She didn't hear anything but the music.This was a relief to her, one she had waited for so long.She liked to play the drums, but her main passion was the guitar.She had learned music at a very young age, and since then had been able to play very well.
She sat there in the dungeon halls as she listened to the beat.She pulled out her drumsticks and started to tap them on her knees to the beat.She knew that some people would laugh at her for this, though she would just end up jinxing them.She didn't care she had an attitude,she was proud of it.She hated people seeing her as her real self.One in which did actually care, and wanted friends.Though she never let on to this nor would she ever.
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Post by Kale Stepp on Jul 21, 2008 9:26:58 GMT -8
Kale Stepp was just a typical Hufflepuff. He had many friends, was kind, but was usually very self kept. Don't get him wrong, he loved to be around other people. He just needed his own time every now and again. Today just was one of those days.
Today Kale was wandering around the school when he stumbled across the portrait gallery. He looked around it, wondering which portrait he shoudl go through. He finally decided on a portrait of a Scottish Castle. He pushed the portrait open and stepped in. He folloed the dark halway until he reached the other side. He pushed the portrait open to discover that he was now in the dungeons.
Shruggign to himself, Kale stepped out and looked around. He soon started to head a faint sound of tapping so he followed his ears to see where it was coming from. When he finally found the source of the tapping he smiled. It was a beautiful girl tapping her drumsticks on her knees.
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Post by Adamine Tonks on Jul 30, 2008 1:01:36 GMT -8
Adamine looked up just as she saw a picture open.She had known that there were passages to here, just never expected that many people would use them.This of course was because they weren't much of a secret, and people seemed to get tired of using them or hearing about them.Well at least she did.She looked at the boy that was looking at her.She glared at him, and put her drum sticks away.She got up and folded her arms giving him a glare."Can I help you?"She just looked at him as though questioning him with her eyes.
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Post by Kale Stepp on Jul 31, 2008 5:55:31 GMT -8
When the girl spoke to Kale he was a little taken back. He had expected that, she bing a Slytherin, wouldn't say anything to her. Great, now he needed to come up with a witty come back. He didn't want to look like an idiot though for taking so long to speak.
"Um...What? A guy can't wander around the dungeon halls?" he asked, hoping that that was good.
It usually wasn't in his nature to say such a thing, but he didn't want to seem like a scared little Hufflepuff to this beautiful Slytherine girl. He wanted to seem like he was tough and could handle himself, but he knew he was probably failing miserably. Oh well, it was worth a try.
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Post by Adamine Tonks on Aug 25, 2008 10:02:04 GMT -8
Adamine continued to glare at the boy.Though she had to admit he was cute, there was also something that made her curious about him.She got up and walked over to him, swinging her book bag over her shoulder.She smiled viciously then spoke so soft and also a whisper."If I were anything but a slytherin I would not.You never know which one of us are the time to jinx you or not.Though most are.So to be truthful no."Her eyes were dead on him, as she started to evaluate him.
Though she when she couldn't get past much she gave up and started to walk away.A apart of her was not sure as to why.Most often she would jinx someone even if they were slytherin, just for breathing the same air.She didn't like people much.She most often hated the fact that she always heard the words of who they were in a poem.She glance back one last time, still unable to fathom why she left him though her eyes never met him.Instead they hit the floor and stayed there.She didn't even realize that she had stopped dead in her tracks.
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