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Mar 9, 2009 5:13:09 GMT -5
Post by theodore on Mar 9, 2009 5:13:09 GMT -5
It was late evening, the library was closed and everyone had been sent back to their dorms. He hated Saturday nights. No one in his house seemed even remotely interested in going to bed. In fact they seemed quiet content making so much noise that there was no way Theodore was going to get any sleep either. He sighed and looked around the room. It was odd. He had been in the same house as most of these people, shared a dorm room with several of them, but he barely knew any of them, and they knew very little of him. He was happy to keep it that way but he still found it interesting.
He turned his attention back the the hefty, black leather bound book he had propped up on his lap. The flaking gold leaf on the cover (most of which had eroded away leaving only the imprint of where it had been) showed that it was Advanced Potion Making: Remedies and Cures. He smiled, this had some of his favorite potions in, including one he made almost every day. He sighed, that reminded him. He pulled out a hip flask, which his parents had spoken to the school about and he was allowed to carry around. He took a mouthful of the substance inside and grimaced. It was not the best tasting stuff. He turned back to his book, wishing that his peers would soon find it in themselves to calm down and head of to bed.
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Mar 9, 2009 18:48:10 GMT -5
Post by Dawny on Mar 9, 2009 18:48:10 GMT -5
OOC: Lovely first post ^^
IC: A pale blonde Slytherin girl sighed loudly, thoroughly bored as she lazed back on one of the couches. She had recently been captured - and released - by Dumbledore's Army, and, thanks to some hex, was unable to speak of what had happened to her.
Her gray eyes flicked towards Theodore. Laticia had never spoken to the boy, despite them being in the same house and year. He always seemed to be on the side-line of things.
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