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| Drake Kasteel | Jun 27 2007, 09:04 AM Post #1 |
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Had he retained any of his emotions, Drake might have found greatly out of place. More than two heads taller than most those gathered on the far shore, he kept glancing over to where the older students, like himself, were piling out on the carriages. He might have felt strange and a bit like a freak if he had been able to feel at all. Deep down, he did feel it. He wished that he hadn’t stood out so much yet again. Ever since he had come to England, he had stuck out quite badly. Getting lost and ended up in a rich muggle district for one had been strangely mortifying. That broom shop hadn’t been much better, if only because he hadn’t understood why everyone had thought it so hard to catch that little gold ball. He had done it with ease. Probably because his eyes were used to tracking the tiny tip of a blade coming at his neck and face at a few feet away. Even on the train, he had been stared at, That, the lanky German understood. He knew why they were all looking at him like that. It was hard not to. Though he refused to look into mirrors anymore, Drake knew what they all saw. His once fine shoulder length hair blond had been butchered by his own hand. Hacked away by the sword that was wrapped up and hidden within his baggage. His face was no better. There was no way to hide the mark of his shame. Not even the most skilled charm could erase such a deep and obvious blemish. His scar was not a small thing like that which the legendary Potter boy had owned. His was an ugly thing that took up the whole of his face. Bisecting it neatly in half diagonally, barely missing either of his eyes as it went though. The deep mark was still red and raw. Evidence that the scarring had taken place very recently, and never had been given the proper time to heal. He knew that if others weren’t staring at him for the one, they had to be for the other. Still, the fencer tried hard to ignore such things. He knew that if he noticed it, it would just hurt him more. Truly, his former prince had ruined him completely. Now, everywhere Drake went, all around him could see his shame. Now, and forever more, he would be a tarnished knight. It was enough to drive weaker men into hiding forever. But Drake refused to be that way. He had hidden for a bit, unable to get out of his hospital bed. Considered comatose from the shock of what had occurred to him, unable to even function. But in the end, the letter and his insistence to try and live up to the rules of a long dead knight’s code saved him. He was sworn to valor…He had somewhere found the courage to get out of that bed and get on with his life, even if he had to lock away his own feelings to do so. Now, he was here. In this place he had run to. Alone and out of place yet again. He wished that his parents had allowed him to come here when he had been as young as the others that surrounded him. Had he been allowed to be sent at eleven instead of having to attend Muggle schooling and learning magic from his grandfather, surely, none of his pain would have ever happened. Still, Drake didn’t like dwelling on could haves and should haves. He dealt best with right nows. And right now, deep down, he wished that he could have gotten into those little carriages drawn by those strange looking horses. Turning away, he looked to the castle. It shimmered with lights. It made Drake think of King Arthur for some strange reason. For a very brief moment, an almost boyish smile flitted across his face. But it was gone just as soon. This castle had no king, it was filled with wizards. This lake held no lady with a magical sword just for him. He had left his life as Lancelot behind when his prince had betrayed him. He was just Drake Kasteel now. The boy that was going to get sorted into his house as a sixth year. He doubted that even if he learned to trust again, there would be a prince awaiting him there. Resting his hand against his hip in a habitual manner, drake started towards the bobbing boats that were taking on the small, young little wizards to be. His long strides hit the wood of the dock with a pleasantly loud thunk. Still, he found himself at a pause, head turned back towards the Express. He thought he had heard someone calling out for him. |
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| Rizpah Park | Jun 29 2007, 02:03 PM Post #2 |
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Tired. Had it not been for her friends running her up and down the train to find the Snack Carriage, Rizpah would have probably got the much needed sleep she deserved. The RingMaster at the circus had her working till the very last minute--and she had been lucky not to miss the train to Hogwarts. Because Rizpah had wanted to take a quick shower so she didn't get onto the train smelling like animal dung. Even though that shower had consisted of the cold water from a hose and the last bar of soap that her and her father had shared. She was glad that she was finally getting away from the circus, but she was dreading coming back to Hogwarts. Really, the social pressure was just as bad here--except ontop of gophering, she now had classes that she had to attend and work on. And papers! As she stepped off the train, and headed towards the carriages, she kind of groaned to herself as she thought about it. Wait! No! It was a new year! She could definately turn everything around and actually stand up for herself this year. Yeah. Right. Maybe her friends would actually be nice to her this year? Again. A big possiblity of nada. Her slender hands made fists and she punched the air. No! She needed to have spirit, and everything would be okay! She'd definately turn things around this year and everything would be all sugardrops and candycanes! Definately! "Rizpah! Hurry it the hell up!" she heard, snapping away from her daydreaming. Already, her female cohorts were piling into the carriages. She turned around to get into one of the carriages. Now, if the lovely young beauty hadn't been such a spazz, she would have definately not tripped over... Falling on her knees on the pavement, she winced, and looked down at what she had tripped over. Was this a wand? Quickly, she checked the inside of her rather dated looking school robes, and found hers. Daintily, she picked up the rouge wand, and looked it up, and glanced around, her chrome black lockes flicking around in the air to adjust to the quick rabbit like movements of her head. She spotted an older person among the first years, thinking the person might have been a Professor, and immediately, started running ofter him. She knew that there were supposed to be alot of Professor's this year, and he didn't well, fit in with the first years, so it was only natural for her to come to that conclusion. "HEY! Where are you going?!" "I'll--I'll be right back!" Rizpah couldn't let one of the first year students go without their wands! That would have been just HORRIBLE! The lankier man seemed to be just behind the first years, and just about to get onto the boats. "Sir! Sir! Please wait up!" she yelled, as loud as she could, as she stealthily ran out for the older man. She didn't seem to be getting his attention at all, though. "Waaah, I'm going to miss him!" she cried out to herself, as she pushed against the soft soil harder with her feet, breaking out into a full out sprint. If there was one thing she was good at, it was running (and that was only because she had fine tuned it from running away from people and doing errands). So when this taller fellow paused right by the docks, she winced. The grass around the docks was wet--slippery, even, and her Mary-Janes couldn't seem to build up enough friction for her to stop. "Kyahhh!" she yelled out, just before tackling him, and thus, sending them both into the moat water. OOC: I hope you don't mind. ^_^; If it's not what you wanted, I'll delete it so someone else can post. |
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| Drake Kasteel | Jun 30 2007, 12:28 PM Post #3 |
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Drake could feel the wood under his feet swaying as he approached the boats. He was not used to the bound under him shifting. When he fences, the land under him was always very solid. Even when he was on one of the small tables with only a chess board length between him and his opponent, that wood didn’t sway and move as much as the docks. It actually threw the normally surefooted German off. It didn’t help that he was also trying not to run into or step on the smaller people. As a knight, even if only in his own mind, drake made it a point not to harm those weaker than him unless he had no other choice. It was a knight’s sworn duty to protect the weak and look after the younger generations. Even if he was completely tarnished and no longer a shining example of what a knight should be, Drake did try hard to keep at least that much of his pride intact. It was a point of pride to continue to follow the code, no matter how tarnished and ruined he was. He didn’t even care about anything other than getting to one of the boats. That, and where his luggage had gone off to. One moment, he had seen his luggage. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the poor battered trunk. It had his most precious belonging in it. He did not want to lose it. It was his soul. It was an inseparable part to him. But, he had stepped off the train to be with the rest of those that would be attending Hogwarts for the first time and the next moment, his trunk…had not been there. For that brief moment, Drake had felt a very strange feeling of loss and discomfort. He actually felt something. He felt worried. He didn’t like that feeling at all. He Hadn’t even noticed that his wand was no longer in his tread bare cloths. It wasn’t his fault at all really. He didn’t care about his wand as much as he card for his sword. Could he, drake would create sword magic instead of wand magic. Except there was no such thing as that. He had asked his grandfather. His grandpa said that such a thing was impossible. Wandless magic was, but using a sword as a foci was not. Still, had he known that he had already dropped his wand before he had even started at the school, Drake would have thought it to be an omen of ill fortune. Not that he believed in omens. "Sir! Sir! Please wait up!" A voice from behind him called. Drake ignored it. Obviously the young lady that was calling out wasn’t calling for him. Though he imagined himself a knight, Drake didn’t think himself old enough to be a sir. Surely, the voice was calling for one of the older people making sure that the children got onto the boats safely. His ignoring the call was his downfall. One moment, one of his feet had landed just lightly upon one of the boats. The next, he was flying through the air and ending in the water. The splash was quite loud and threw water up, soaking his ragged hair and his white tee shirt. He had not been able to change while on the train, because he had his clothing in his luggage, which he didn’t want to open, just In case he was breaking some rule in order to smuggle his sword in. Lightly, he sat, the water around his hips, hands sinking into the mud. Against him was a very pretty girl. Even Drake, who had once loved a prince deeply, could admit that the young lady almost on top of him was a indeed very pretty. That, however, didn’t change the fact that the scared German was now soaking wet. “Fraulein…” He started, his normally detached voice almost confused. His voice slowly went emotionless once again. “ Are ju all right, fraulein? I hope ju aren’t hurt.” After he asked, his next question was something he probably should have asked first. “Why…did ju tackle me?” |
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| Rizpah Park | Jun 30 2007, 06:46 PM Post #4 |
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If there was anything Rizpah knew how to do, it was to get herself into awkward situations. No, really. Like, serious awkward turtle moments. Okay, so she didn't purposefully try to get into situations like these, they just kind of happened. Alot. So here she was, basically drenched in moat water--which, by the way, hadn't been the first time this had happened she had happened since she had been attending Hogwarts. She remembered, during her first year, despite her acrobatic grace, she had tipped her moat over and had fallen into the water. And oh, had the sorting hat made fun of her in front of everyone! It was a sad day for Hufflepuffs, it was. Unknowingest to her, someone had already charmed the boat into her falling. Moreover, it wasn't really a time for reminiscing. Here she was now, in one of the most awkward of positions, basically leaning over this poor guy who had been a well...victim of her lack of balance. Basically soaked, her white uniform shirt revealed almost everything. Lucky day she had a bra on, right? Her uniform was sticking to her like a second skin, her chrome black hair sticking to the sides of her porcelein white face in clumps. She was really quiet for a short time, saying every nasty word she knew (which wasn't alot) within her head as she loomed over what she had thought was a Professor. Only a few minutes into the schoolyear and she was going to get points deducted! This was no good! Opening her eyes revealed a blue and a green eye--she hadn't had the time to put in her black contacts yet, and looked down at the older individual. Except that he wasn't that old. A puzzled look came across her face--this person couldn't have been a few more years older than her, right? Immediately, she spotted the long scar across his face and panicked. "Oh Merlin! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that to you!" she said, and looked as if she was about to start crying. Rizpah was a pacifist through and through--as a child, even if she had killed a fly, she would have started bawling. Great--now she had HURT a professor now too! She checked around for signs of blood, but didn't see any, her eyes reflecting, yet again, puzzlement. What was he doing here if he wasn't a Professor? He looked a little too old to be a first year though. “Fraulein…” He started, his normally detached voice almost confused. His voice slowly went emotionless once again. “ Are ju all right, fraulein? I hope ju aren’t hurt.” After he asked, his next question was something he probably should have asked first. “Why…did ju tackle me?” "Yeah, I'm alright," she said in a small sheepish voice. Only her pride hurt, right? She heard the accent--the German accent, right? And smiled. It was different. Or maybe she was smiling because it sounded kind of nice? She didn't know. When he asked about her tackling him, she suddenly remembered where she was. First years were already roaring with laughter. Her cheeks took on a pinkish tone, and she immediately stood up, looking away. "I...I'm sorry!" she said, and took out the rogue wand. "Professor," she said, with innocent looking eyes. "I think one of the first years dropped this...." she said lightly, so embarassed that she could barely talk cohorant words. |
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| Drake Kasteel | Jul 6 2007, 05:06 PM Post #5 |
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The German was not at all used to such positions. He had never been tackled into the water before. He prided himself on quick reflexes. Had he seen her, had he known she had been headed for him, Drake surely would have been able to side step her. But he had not. Now, he was soaked to the skin. His threadbare clothing did nothing to keep out the water. Still, he was more concerned with the girl than himself. Strangely enough, he didn’t once look down upon her now see through blouse. Drake made it no mystery that he played for the same side when he did play. He had stopped though. When his prince had harmed him so, Drake has stopped feeling anything for anyone period. Still, he felt no desire to peek down at her chest and get a good glimpse of her brassiere. The good thing about being soaked was the fact that his ragged hair didn’t seem all that bad, even if the moat water did sting at his scar quite a bit. His powers of observation did not miss the fact that this strange girl had two different shaded eyes. Such a gaze didn’t even bother the German. He was beyond that sort of thing now. He could also read her confusion and then her panic. He didn’t understand at first why she was getting so worked up. "Oh Merlin! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that to you!" The girl looked like she was about to start sobbing and Drake realized what she was talking about. Lightly, he put his hand to his face. It only covered the lower portion of his scar. It was impossible for him to mask the whole length of it. He started to shake his head as she seemed to glance around for blood. A scar like that would make a lot of blood. Drake knew that better than anyone. “Fraulien.” He stated coolly. “Ju didn’t do zhis. It vas like zhis long before ju ran into me.” It was as much as he would ever say about his scar. Drake was not ever talkative about his injury. It was still too recent. The betrayal still too fresh. If he talked about it, it would feel the hurt all over again. Only other time he brought it too attention was when people stared at it for far too long. As if he had done it to himself to get attention or something like that. "Yeah, I'm alright." He was glad that she hadn’t been hurt in the fall. Then again, he supposed he had made great padding. Drake could feel a strange twinge of pain in his left wrist. It was probably strained from the fall. Such a thing upset Drake just slightly. He was left-handed; losing his fencing hand was a huge blow. Or it would be if he hadn’t learned to use both for his chosen sport. He also managed to somehow ignore the raucous laughter of the first years. He was already prepared for the torment of being the oldest to be sorted, so laugher at his expense was something he could easily ignore. He let her stand before he gained his feet again and started to try and wring himself out. His hands paused on the edge of his shirt when he heard her voice again. "I...I'm sorry! Professor, I think one of the first years dropped this...." Drake’s eyes turned to the girl. His blue eyes devoid of feeling. They went from her to the wand and his face fell just slightly. It was obvious that the scar on his face made expression very difficult. “Zhat vould be mine.” He admitted, holding his hand out to take the wand. He had dropped it somehow. Probably, it had fallen out of a hole in his clothing. “Und fraulien…I’m not a professor. I am just a student, like ju. But dunke. I haf a feeling I vouldn’t fair too vell vithout zhat.” |
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| Rizpah Park | Jul 7 2007, 04:13 PM Post #6 |
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“Fraulien.” He stated coolly. “Ju didn’t do zhis. It vas like zhis long before ju ran into me.” Rizpah stopped immediately in her spazzing , and gave the boy a confused but altogether very cute smile. She didn't try to do that, but nonetheless, it happened. "That makes sense..." she said, as if it were something that had just come to her now. "There's no blood." A pause. And then, she hung her head, as if she were telling herself, "You're such an idiot" with her body language. Which was true, in some ways. With her personality, she tended to jump to conclusions, and wasn't really the kind to think things through. Though she was easily corrected. She lifted her eyes and frowned at him, as if feeling her pain. She was high on empathy, but she was sure that most people would look at the scar on the fellow's face and wince. "I'm sorry...I mean, I didn't cause it...but it must have hurt," she said. She had no idea who had done that to him, or how he had got it, but she was sure even the physical pain must have been hard to bear. Lightly, she reached out to touch it, but she quickly stopped herself. With a shy smile, she laughed. "I'm sorry." It wasn't her business anyway. But she was like that--she didn't like seeing people hurt. If she could have taken the pain of the whole world she would have. Sure, she'd be hurt in the end, but if that could make someone more happy--then why not? Trying not to look at it out of fear she'd make him mad, she lowered her eyes. Sorry. She said that alot. And as far as the wand? She was right. Well, sort of. It was his, not one of the first years. “Zhat vould be mine.” He admitted, holding his hand out to take the wand. He had dropped it somehow. Probably, it had fallen out of a hole in his clothing. “Und fraulien…I’m not a professor. I am just a student, like ju. But dunke. I haf a feeling I vouldn’t fair too vell vithout zhat.” She smiled up at him, as if she had done a good thing. "You're a student?" she said, puzzled, and glanced at the first years about them who were laughing. "Then a transfer student, right?" she said, as she placed his wand in his hand. "Sorry...I thought...well...you looked older than the lot of them...so..." she said, and started laughing nervously, and rubbed the back of her head. "I'm not making much sense, am I?" she said, with a nervous giggle. "But uh....welcome to Hogwarts," she said with a soft sincere smile. Please, let him have a better time than I am, she thought to herself. She took her skirt and wringed it out before she felt her wand. Oh yes. Well. A simple spell should work, right? She took the rather dated wand out, and with a wave and a whisper, dried out her clothing. Oh, magic. What a wonderful thing. Her black hair frizzed out though in the process and she pouted, reminding herself to work the kinks out of her magic, and then looked at the other. "Here. It's the least I can do for pushing you in the moat," she laughed, and flicked her wand. Once again, with a whisper, his clothing was dried. She didn't quite get his hair though. "Ugh! I'm so horrible at this," she said lightly, and took out a handkercheif, and shoved it in his hands. "It should help some," she said, stepping backwards, putting her hands behind her back. "I should...um...go now..." Her face was bright red. When was she ever this outgoing with a person she barely knew? |
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| Drake Kasteel | Jul 10 2007, 02:39 PM Post #7 |
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That she stopped freaking out was a good thing. Drake wasn’t very good with highly emotional people. He had locked his emotions away for so long that being around those who showed their feelings so readily made him a but confused and uncomfortable. He didn’t quite now how he was supposed to react other than with stoic detachment to anything anyone said or did. However, her words seemed crueler to him than they were probably intended in being. When said with a smile that that, it made Drake feel just slightly. It was nit a present emotion he was feeling either. There was still a great deal of hurt and bitterness in his heart. "That makes sense...There's no blood." That wasn’t what hurt, it was the frown afterwards. Drake didn’t like people staring at him. He didn’t like seeing them wince. He hated when they called attention to something he couldn’t help nor hide. He didn’t know that this girl might actually have felt how much the mark did hurt him. It was painful physically, emotionally, and mentally. There was not a moment that the scar didn’t pain him somehow It was just that over the short months he had it, Drake had grown accustomed, even used to the dull ache. There were days when he could even ignore it, so long as he didn’t pass in front of a mirror. "I'm sorry...I mean, I didn't cause it...but it must have hurt.” That were the words that stabbed him so deeply. What did she know about it? It hadn’t happened to her. The man she loved hadn’t just said “I love you” for the first time only the night before. He didn’t cut her and call her stupid and foolish and insure that no one would ever love him again. She had no idea how it had hurt to be sewn up by the muggle doctors without pain killers. Or how badly the pain came when it had grown infected and had be to reopened and sewn up a second time. He had just been lucky he had been in such shock that he hadn’t even felt the things that had been gone to his face until long after the last stitch finally came out. Drake did not remain still when her hand came towards his face. He reacted out of instinct. With a smooth motion, he sidestepped her hand. Hand he his sword, he doubted she’d have a hand anymore. He didn’t like people touching it. It was still tender. Even the smallest touches of the wound could send him to his knees. In fact, the pain of contact was worse than that of being kicked in the groin. His sharp glue-green eyes narrowed dangerously. Though she apologized, Drake had to swallow back his temper. It was one of those emotions he always had trouble keeping back these days. Anger was easy to feel. However, he knew anger would never suit a knight. Even one as tainted as he. Still out of the reach of her hand, he darted forwards once more. His speed was quite something to behold. Though he fenced better in one particular style, Drake still was highly proficient at the others. His hand out for his wand. Still, the woman was smiling at him as if he hadn’t just shied away like some frightened animal at her approach. He could only hope that this girl would just think it was because he was some shy new boy and not because he had a strange aversion to being touched on the face. It seemed that she was more interested in the fact that he was with the first years at such an old age. "You're a student? Then a transfer student, right? Sorry...I thought...well...you looked older than the lot of them...so…I'm not making much sense, am I?" The woman was growing harder for Drake to understand, Though he had studied English for quite a while in his muggle schooling, he still had quite some troubles with it. It was even more difficult when the person he was listening too seemed not to know what they wanted to say. He wondered if underneath the babbling, that people weren’t just making fun of him for being so obviously foreign. However, Drake didn’t see such a thing in this girl. No. Drake had already read this girl. She was far too nice of a person to do such a thing. Evident by the way she kept right on apologizing for the strangest things. “Ja…I haf just come to zhis school from anozher. I suppose zhat ju are intited to zhinking zhat I vas a teacher, because of my age. So I forgive ju, fraulein. If ju really vant to know. I vould much razher in zhe horse carts zhen in zhe boats.” He admitted that he did feel at least a little bit out of place. As always, the German had managed to be a sore thumb. “But dunke for zhe velcomen. I hope zhat ju don’t greet all zhe transferring students in zhis manner.” As he spoke, he made sure to place his wand in a more secure location. He didn’t want to lose it again so soon after arriving. He watched her perform the smell with another sharp gaze. This was the first time Drake had actually seen magic preformed by someone other than his grandfather. It was strange, and a bit comforting to know that there were others out there. Even if they were clumsy and helped him to have an early bath in the moat. "Here. It's the least I can do for pushing you in the moat. Ugh! I'm so horrible at this.” Moments after she attempted it, Drake found himself happily dry. All except his hair. That didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he cared about his butchered blond locks all that much. Still, she was giving him a handkerchief. In a way, such a giving action stunned the German quite a bit. Lightly, he held onto it as she started moving away from him. She seemed embarrassed now, more so than she first was. Lightly, he tightened his grip on the small item and shook his head. “Dunke, Fraulien. I vill make sure zhis gets back to ju. Ju vill be at zhe ceremony, ja? I can haf it back to ju zhen. If I can’t dry myself zhe magic vay before zhen.” |
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| Rizpah Park | Jul 13 2007, 10:15 AM Post #8 |
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Holding a hand up near her face, she could almost feel the heat radiating off of it. Alright, it was time to go now. Off in the distance, near the carriages, she heard one of her "friends" call out to her--along with several other words, and saw that, for the most part, alot of the boats were leaving. She looked frantically over near the carriages, and cringed. If she didn't get get back to the carriages, and it wasn't filled--it wouldn't leave. And the girls...well, they had a bit of a temper. Whoever said that having a woman for a leader would be peaceful was dead wrong. “Ja…I haf just come to zhis school from anozher. I suppose zhat ju are intited to zhinking zhat I vas a teacher, because of my age. So I forgive ju, fraulein. If ju really vant to know. I vould much razher in zhe horse carts zhen in zhe boats. But dunke for zhe velcomen. I hope zhat ju don’t greet all zhe transferring students in zhis manner.” She smiled lightly, her eyes cast downward. Just being reminded that those girls were nearby threw her into submission. Really? Right now. She'd rather be in one of those boats floating off to Hogwarts than in that carriage with her so-called friends. "The boats aren't that bad," she whispered. "And no, you're the first I've done that to," she said, lifting up her face to brightly smile. "You have to be sorted and stuff, so you get to be in the boat..." she said. "Oh! And when they put the hat on you, don't be freaked out, it talks," she laughed nervously as she took another step backward. "Not that you'd be afraid or anything!" she said, waving her hands anxiously. "I mean...oh....just nevermind." “Dunke, Fraulien. I vill make sure zhis gets back to ju. Ju vill be at zhe ceremony, ja? I can haf it back to ju zhen. If I can’t dry myself zhe magic vay before zhen.” "Don't worry about it," she tiled her head as she turned her back to him to start running to the carriages. "See you at the opening ceremonies!" she said with a giggle, as she ran off. OOC: Sorry it's so short--and this is probably the end of the thread. We can start up another one, if you want. ^_^ |
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